Fleeing from famine? Not a chance; the divine healer's wife made her fortune.

On the road to exile, danger suddenly appears.

"Fourth Master, look at those clouds..." Su Yunlan's voice was fleeting, but his gaze was fixed on the thick dark clouds on the horizon.

Xiao Yuhan followed her gaze and his heart sank.

Dark clouds rolled in, obscuring the sky and the sun; a fierce wind, carrying sand and dust, rushed towards us like a pack of roaring wild beasts.

"I'm afraid things are about to change." His deep voice carried a hint of worry.

The exiled caravan trudged through the wilderness, the rugged terrain making the already exhausted Xiao family members even more weary. The wind whipped up the yellow earth beneath their feet, stinging their faces, and the air was thick with the dry, dusty smell.

Lin Wanyan covered her mouth and nose, coughing incessantly, her face growing increasingly pale. The children cried even more incessantly, their voices hoarse. Xiao Yuhan held his mother tightly, his brows furrowed.

Su Yunlan watched all this with growing anxiety. She knew that if the supply problem couldn't be resolved quickly, the Xiao family would likely struggle to survive. Their rations were running low, their water pouches were nearly empty, and everyone's face was etched with hunger and exhaustion. She secretly touched the spatial bracelet hidden in her sleeve, silently calculating her next move.

Just then, a commotion arose not far away.

A group of ragged exiles were eyeing the Xiao family's group with predatory intent, their eyes gleaming with greed, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their prey. The leader, a man with a hideous scar on his face, licked his chapped lips and chuckled sinisterly, "Looks like we've got good luck today, running into some fat sheep."

Su Yunlan keenly sensed the approaching danger. She approached Xiao Yuhan discreetly and whispered, "Fourth Brother, be careful, someone is plotting against us." Xiao Yuhan's eyes sharpened, and he immediately gathered the young and strong men of the Xiao family to protect the elderly, women, and children behind him, watching the group of ill-intentioned exiles warily.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if it was about to explode.

Su Yunlan took a deep breath, her gaze firm and calm. She knew a fierce battle was inevitable. She quietly slipped her hand into her sleeve…

The wind howled, sand and stones flew, and the world was shrouded in a dim yellow light.

Without making a sound, Su Yunlan took out several pieces of dried meat and a few water pouches from her spatial bracelet. In an instant, the rich aroma of the dried meat, like the most alluring magic, broke through the gloom of hunger and exhaustion. The water pouches shimmered with the light of life in the sunlight, and the previously dull and almost desperate eyes of the Xiao family members, tormented by hunger and thirst, were instantly lit up, like the dawn of hope seen by the dying.

Su Yunlan quickly distributed the items to the Xiao family members.

The dried meat emitted an enticing aroma, and the clear water shimmered in the sunlight, instantly brightening the previously dim eyes of the Xiao family members.

"Lan'er, this..." Lin Wanyan stared in disbelief at the dried meat and water in her hand, her voice trembling.

Su Yunlan gave her a reassuring look, "Mother, eat quickly and replenish your strength."

The hungry children couldn't wait any longer. They grabbed the jerky and wolfed it down. The cool spring water moistened their chapped lips, and their tired bodies seemed to be infused with new energy.

The Xiao family members looked at Su Yunlan with gratitude and admiration.

When the scarred man saw that the Xiao family members had conjured food and water out of thin air, his eyes widened and his greedy gaze became even more intense.

"Alright, so you guys were hiding something good! Brothers, charge! Grab it!"

At the scarred man's command, a group of exiles pounced on the Xiao family like hungry wolves.

Holding a wooden stick, Xiao Yuhan stood in front of his family, desperately trying to fend off their attacks.

The blows were delivered with sticks, and screams and roars mingled together, creating a chaotic scene.

Xiao Yuhan dodged to protect his mother behind him, but an exile took the opportunity to hit his arm with a stone.

He groaned and staggered back a few steps.

"Fourth Master!" Su Yunlan exclaimed and rushed to Xiao Yuhan's side to check his injuries.

His arm was covered in blood, a shocking sight.

Su Yunlan's heart clenched suddenly, and her eyes reddened.

She carefully tore off a piece of her clothes and used it to bandage Xiao Yuhan's wound, her movements gentle and skillful.

"I'm fine." Xiao Yuhan felt a warmth in his heart when he saw Su Yunlan's worried expression, and he took her hand in return.

Just then, a cold, sharp voice rang out: "What's going on?" Captain Zhao rode his tall horse slowly over, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on the dried meat and water in Su Yunlan's hands.

He dismounted and approached Su Yunlan step by step, his eyes filled with suspicion...

"Where did you get the thing in your hand?"

Captain Zhao's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at the water pouch and dried meat in Su Yunlan's hand, as if trying to see a hole through them.

"Where did you get these things?" His voice was cold, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

Su Yunlan's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained as calm as a still lake, without the slightest ripple. She smiled slightly, a smile as warm as the spring sun, carrying an irresistible confidence. She explained, "My lord, these are some emergency supplies prepared for us by our elders before we set off. Knowing the hardships of the exile journey, we carried them on our person, just in case." Her voice was clear and firm, like the clash of metal, and the composure in her eyes was like the strongest shield, leaving no room for doubt.

Lieutenant Zhao narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing her explanation.

He snorted coldly, his tone becoming even more stern: "Emergency supplies? You can hide so many? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" His gaze swept over the Xiao family members, carrying a hint of scrutiny and suspicion.

The air seemed to freeze and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

The Xiao family members were on tenterhooks, watching Su Yunlan nervously, afraid that she would say something wrong and cause even more trouble.

Xiao Yuhan held Su Yunlan's hand tightly, his palms slightly sweaty, ready to protect her at any moment.

At this moment, an exile suddenly stepped forward from the crowd. He had been rescued by Su Yunlan. He said to Captain Zhao, "Sir, what this young lady said is true. We saw them packing these emergency supplies before they set off. They were just lucky to have hidden so many." Some of the people around him echoed his sentiment. It turned out that some of these people had been helped by the Xiao family.

Under public pressure, Lieutenant Zhao had no choice but to temporarily abandon the pursuit, but doubts still lingered in his eyes.

As Su Yunlan watched the soldiers' departing figures, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

She knew this was definitely not the end of the matter...

"Gentlemen, I have some medical knowledge, if..."

Upon seeing this, Su Yunlan had a sudden thought, and an idea came to mind.

She cleared her throat, glanced at the crowd, and said in a gentle but confident tone, "Everyone, I have some medical knowledge. If anyone is injured or feeling unwell, you can come to me for a look."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible amidst the chaos, carrying a calming power.

Upon hearing this, the wounded exiles stopped fighting and looked at Su Yunlan with a glimmer of hope and curiosity in their eyes.

"You know medicine?" A man with a dusty face and tattered rags wrapped around his arms asked skeptically, but his eyes held a hint of longing.

Su Yunlan smiled slightly, took out a bottle of medicine from her sleeve, walked to his side, and gently applied it to his wounds.

A faint herbal fragrance wafted through the air, and a cool sensation came from the wound, easing the man's pained expression.

"What...what kind of medicine is this?" The man looked at his wound in surprise. The wound, which had been throbbing, was no longer painful. He was shocked by the effect.

Su Yunlan said with a smile, "This is a medicine I made myself, and it works quite well."

Upon hearing this, the other exiles gathered around, each telling their own stories of illness.

Some had coughs, some had fevers, and some had festering wounds.

Su Yunlan patiently inquired about each of their cases and, depending on their condition, administered acupuncture, medicine, or applied topical medications.

While treating a severely wounded exile, whose injuries were so severe that everyone thought he was beyond saving, Su Yunlan stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by curious and expectant exiles. She was like a divine healer descended to earth, her eyes focused and resolute. Holding silver needles, she gently inserted them into the acupoints of a feverish person; the needles shimmered with a mysterious light in the firelight. With the movement of her fingers, the patient's previously flushed face gradually returned to normal, and everyone around held their breath, as if witnessing a miracle. Next, she picked up a medicine bottle and treated the wounds of someone whose wounds were festering. Under her hands, the wounds seemed to be enchanted; the foul-smelling pus and blood disappeared, and new flesh began to grow. Her movements were fluid and graceful, each action carrying a sacred power that inspired awe in those around her. She resumed her focused treatment of the seriously injured man. First, she carefully examined his wounds, then took out several precious herbs from her medicine box, crushed them using a unique method, and applied them to the wounds. Next, she took out silver needles and accurately inserted them into several key acupoints. The man's previously lifeless face gradually regained color, and his breathing became steady. Everyone around was awestruck by Su Yunlan's medical skills; this scene filled them with admiration.

As time went by, the once noisy camp gradually quieted down, replaced by hushed expressions of gratitude from the crowd.

Their gazes toward Su Yunlan were filled with admiration and gratitude.

Those exiles who had originally coveted the Xiao family gradually lowered their guard and even felt ashamed.

Su Yunlan successfully resolved the crisis through her medical skills and also established her prestige among the exiled troops.

She knew this was just the beginning, and many more challenges awaited her in the future.

As the sun set and night slowly fell, the exiled group set up camp by a stream.

The stream flows gently, its water crystal clear, reflecting the starry sky.

The campfire rose slowly, crackling and illuminating the cold of the night and the tired faces of the people.

The Xiao family members sat around the campfire, eating the food that Su Yunlan had taken out from her spatial storage, their hearts filled with gratitude.

Xiao Yuhan sat silently beside Su Yunlan, watching her busy figure with admiration in his heart. He recalled the scene when he married her; at that time, he only thought she was gentle and quiet, but he never expected her to have such great strength. He secretly vowed to work harder, stand by her side, and face all the storms of the future together.

Su Yunlan looked up at the horizon, where twinkling stars shone in the deep night sky, like countless eyes peering at this desolate land.

She knew that the peace tonight was only temporary, and the real crisis might have just begun.

"Lan'er, look at this..." Xiao Yuhan's voice stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on the grass in the distance, becoming extremely sharp.