After returning to the capital, the eldest daughter saved her entire clan with her medical skills.

"Now that you have returned to the capital, I can rest assured. This space is a divine possession, so you must protect yourself no matter what. Do not let the affairs at hand cloud your judgment, and do not reveal it to others, lest you attract their attention."

Lingxuzi worried that his disciple would be blinded by the divine object before him and do something wrong that would go against the principles of Medicine King Valley.

I'm even more worried that she's still young and doesn't understand the principle of not flaunting wealth, which might attract the attention of bad people.

"Master, please rest assured, your disciple will always be careful and cautious, and will never do anything immoral or immoral, nor will I tell any outsiders about it."

Xue Ruanruan recalled that in her previous life, she suddenly gained a spatial ability and actually did something she would regret for the rest of her life, which led to the tragic deaths of her family and master.

"That's good. I observed the celestial phenomena last night and the blizzard will pause for a few days. The journey is long, so let's set off early tomorrow morning."

When it was time to part, Lingxuzi looked at his disciple whom he had raised since childhood and felt reluctant to leave.

“Master, I will return to the valley to fetch you once I have established myself in the capital. You must take good care of yourself. Help the disaster victims outside if you can, but please don’t force yourself if you can’t.”

Everything else was fine, but what Xue Ruanruan was most worried about was her master's heart for the world.

To save others, they disregarded their own lives.

"Master knows."

Lingxuzi turned his back, not wanting his disciple to see his tears.

The master and apprentice stayed up all night, harvesting rice and wheat in the space. Finally, before dawn, they finished harvesting the entire field in front of them.

The next day, early morning

Just as Lingxuzi had predicted, the blizzard that had lasted for several days finally stopped after the snow cleared.

Xue Ruanruan left her master enough food to last him for two years, along with a large quantity of sea fish caught from the sea and some precious and rare medicinal herbs.

As the first rays of dawn touched the earth, I set off on the only little donkey in the valley.

Although the sky had cleared up, the cold wind howled, and the wind stung my face like a knife.

Despite the long journey, Xue Ruanruan rode her little donkey with great care, slowly making her way along the bumpy mountain road.

The road to the capital was covered with thick snow, and the little donkey was panting heavily from exhaustion.

Fearing that the little donkey would get too tired, Xue Ruanruan went into her space and brought out a lot of lush green hay for it to eat.

"Mao Mao, eat more. You'll have to work hard on this journey."

Xue Ruanruan reached out and stroked the little donkey's belly, looking at the deserted mountain village in the distance, and couldn't help but feel sad.

Every winter, life is already difficult for the people, and countless people freeze to death or starve to death. This year, with the continuous snowstorms and disasters, many entire villages have been wiped out.

Having been given a second chance at life, she is no longer a pampered young woman who is naive to the ways of the world, but understands the hardships of ordinary people even more.

Two days later, when they finally emerged from the depths of the mountains on their little donkeys.

We passed through many villages along the way, and everywhere we saw groans and cries of displaced disaster victims. The desolate scene was chilling.

Emperor Wenzhi was incompetent and immoral, obsessed with cultivating immortality and practicing Taoism, treating the lives of ordinary people as worthless, which was truly despicable.

Even on the wide official roads, there were corpses of starving disaster victims lying everywhere by the roadside.

In the dead of winter, they were dressed in thin clothes, emaciated and huddled on the road, a tragic sight.

These disaster victims were starved to death on the roadside while fleeing famine.

"Master, please wake up! Hang in there a little longer, I'll go find a doctor for you right away."

Suddenly, an anxious voice came from ahead, and a servant dressed in a dark blue robe knelt down on the ground.

Xue Ruanruan frowned, knowing that someone had suddenly fallen ill.

As a doctor, how could I stand by and watch someone die? So I walked forward.

Sure enough, there was a person lying on the ground, an elderly man over fifty years old.

His face was bluish, his lips were cyanotic, and his eyes were tightly closed; it was clear at a glance that he was having a heart attack.

Without thinking twice, Xue Ruanruan helped the old man on the ground to his feet, took out her medicine box, and inserted several silver needles of varying lengths into his acupoints.

The movements were fluid and swift, giving the servant no time to react.

Heart disease is dangerous, and acupuncture alone is far from enough. Fortunately, her master prepared plenty of medicine for her before she left the valley, including pills for treating heart disease and heart-soothing pills.

It was a cold winter day with heavy snow outside, and there was no hot water to drink. So the pills had to be fed into the old man's mouth and acupressure points were pressed to help them go into his stomach.

Shuxindan is made from very precious medicinal materials such as ginseng, donkey-hide gelatin, and roasted licorice. It has remarkable effects and can be called a miracle drug.

Unfortunately, the quantity was limited. Xue Ruanruan's fair and tender face showed a hint of reluctance, as leaving the valley had consumed one of her expensive pills.

"What have you done to our master!"

The servant's voice came from behind, urgent and full of concern.

Caught off guard, Xue Ruanruan was pushed down into a snowdrift, her head and cloak covered in white snow.

"Ahem... Beiming, you mustn't be rude."

The old man slowly woke up and saw that the servant was so rude to the girl who had saved him, so he immediately scolded him.

Although he had just fainted, his body could sense that someone was helping him. He wanted to say thank you, but he couldn't utter a word.

After finally regaining consciousness, he saw the servant boy, Beiming, shoving his savior and repeatedly tried to stop him.

"Master, you've finally woken up! Beiming was terrified."

Ignoring Xue Ruanruan's fall, the servant rushed to the old man and helped him up.

"Thanks to your help, young lady, I was able to save my life. I am very grateful to you for saving my life."

The old man bowed politely to Xue Ruanruan, the bluish color fading from his face and replaced by a rosy glow, making him look much healthier than before.

"You're welcome."

Xue Ruanruan was pushed to the ground by Beiming, and there happened to be a stone behind her, which made her back hurt.

"So it turns out that you were trying to save the master just now. I misunderstood your good intentions. I apologize to you."

Beiming was also quick-witted. Knowing that her recklessness had caused the master's savior to fall to the ground, she apologized repeatedly.

"It's alright, just don't act without knowing the facts next time."

Xue Ruanruan knew that the servant was also anxious, so she did not blame him and stood up from the snow.

"Oh, by the way, the old man's heart condition is quite serious. We need to find a doctor as soon as possible. This pill is specifically for treating heart conditions. If there is any unexpected situation, he should take it as soon as possible."

To see things through to the end, Xue Ruanruan removed the silver needles from the old man's body and carefully put them into her medicine box.

Then, with a pained expression, she took out a bright red pill and handed it to the servant.

"Thank you so much, young lady, for saving my life and for giving me medicine. Your kindness is as deep as a mountain, and I am eternally grateful."

The old man wore a blue robe embroidered with exquisite cloud and crane patterns. His dark eyes were as deep as the night, revealing unfathomable wisdom and shrewdness.

His white beard was neatly groomed, and he exuded an air of elegance and nobility.

"No need to be so polite, sir. Everyone has things they can't handle when they're out and about. This little thing is nothing to mention."