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

As we bid farewell, our hearts remain entangled with our old village.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuhan frowned, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes.

He turned to Su Yunlan and told her the news.

Su Yunlan's heart sank, and the sadness of parting welled up in her heart.

She looked around; the firelight illuminated the villagers' joyful faces, and the children's innocent songs still echoed in her ears. All of this made her so reluctant to leave.

Back at their simple lodgings, Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan began packing their belongings.

Their luggage was not much, consisting of some simple clothes and essential food for the journey. The most precious item was Su Yunlan's medicine box.

She gently stroked the medicine box, her mind filled with thoughts.

During this time, she used her medical skills to help many villagers and earned their gratitude and trust.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, news that the exile procession was about to set off spread throughout the village.

The villagers rushed to the scene to bid farewell to their benefactor.

Village Chief Wang, leaning on his cane, walked shakily to Su Yunlan, his cloudy eyes filled with gratitude. "Madam Su, please take care on your journey. We will never forget your great kindness!"

Craftsman Liu also arrived, his eyes red-rimmed. He took out a meticulously carved little wooden horse from his pocket and handed it to Su Yunlan. "Madam Su, this is a small token of my appreciation. I hope it will protect you on your journey." Su Yunlan took the little wooden horse, feeling the warmth of the wood, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Miss Xiao hugged the village children, tears streaming down her face.

She held Su Yunlan's hand, choking back tears, and said, "Sister Su, I can't bear to part with you..." Su Yunlan gently stroked her hair and softly comforted her, "Fourth Sister, we will meet again."

Grandpa Ma, accompanied by several strong young men, carried a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables to Su Yunlan. "Madam Su, these are just a small token of our appreciation. Please take them with you on your journey." Su Yunlan politely declined, knowing that these villagers were also struggling financially, and these fruits and vegetables were precious to them.

Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan bid farewell to the villagers one by one and turned to walk back to the group.

They looked back and saw the villagers standing at the village entrance, waving goodbye with reluctance. Their figures appeared exceptionally tall in the morning light.

Looking at the water conservancy project she had worked so hard to build, with the clear stream flowing gently and nourishing this land, Su Yunlan felt a deep sense of reluctance.

Just then, Zhang Fuhu squeezed through the crowd, his face flushed, and hesitated to speak...

Zhang Fuhu rubbed his calloused hands together, his thick lips pursed, and his cloudy eyes darted around like beads on an abacus.

He watched Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan's retreating figures with longing eyes, feeling as if he were being scratched by a cat.

This Lady Su was a highly skilled doctor and also knew some strange "get-rich-quick schemes." It's such a pity that she's gone!

If I could keep her here and have her guide me, maybe I could live a good life like those peasants!

But the thought of having to pay money made Zhang Fuhu's flesh ache.

He paced back and forth anxiously, kicking up dust with each step, just like an ant on a hot pan.

One moment she grits her teeth, as if she has made up her mind, and lifts her foot to chase after him; the next moment she pulls her foot back, clutching her chest with heartache, as if she has lost something precious.

"Madam Su! Young Master Xiao!" Village Chief Wang's booming voice interrupted Zhang Fuhu's inner struggle.

As he watched the two walk further and further away, he quickly called over the young people in the village to bring over the gifts that had been prepared beforehand.

Baskets of free-range eggs, plump pumpkins, bags of dried mountain produce, and several jars of homemade rice wine were neatly stacked on the ground, resembling a small hill, exuding the fragrance of the earth and the joy of a bountiful harvest.

The villagers' faces beamed with genuine smiles, and their eyes shone with gratitude.

These were all planted, harvested, and made by their own hands, filled with their sincerest gratitude to Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan.

Looking at the mountain of gifts in front of her, Su Yunlan felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

These seemingly ordinary local products are more precious than any gold or silver treasures.

They represent the villagers' recognition and gratitude, and are the most precious treasures she gained in this other world.

She reached out and took a bright red apple. Its crisp, fragrant aroma filled the air, as if she could smell the sunshine, and it was sweet to the core.

"This..." Su Yunlan was speechless for a moment, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She never imagined that she could receive such a generous reward simply for doing her best.

Zhang Fuhu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw this scene.

He muttered sourly, "These peasants, they really have the nerve to spend money..."

Village Chief Wang walked up to Su Yunlan, holding a cloth embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns in both hands. Inside the cloth were a few pieces of silver. "Madam Su, please accept this small token of our gratitude. It is nothing but a humble offering."

Looking at Village Chief Wang's wrinkled face and his cloudy yet sincere eyes, Su Yunlan was filled with emotion.

She knew that this silver might be a huge fortune for the villagers.

"Village chief, this..."

“Madam Su, please don’t refuse.” Village Chief Wang interrupted her. “You have done so much for our village, we have no way to repay you. You must accept this small token of our appreciation.”

Seeing the villagers' expectant eyes, Su Yunlan finally accepted the gift.

She knew that this was not just a few pieces of silver, but also the villagers' recognition and trust in her.

Seeing this, Zhang Fuhu could no longer hold back. He rushed to Su Yunlan, his face flushed, and stammered, "Mrs. Su..."

Xiao Yuhan grasped Su Yunlan's hand, their fingers intertwined.

His tall and upright figure stood like a mountain, his deep gaze sweeping over the simple and honest faces. He said in a deep voice, "Fellow villagers, Yunlan and I are deeply grateful for your care during this time. We will meet again someday, and if we have the opportunity, we will definitely repay your kindness today." His voice was steady and powerful, carrying the unique dignity of a soldier, yet full of sincere gratitude.

Su Yunlan felt his broad and warm palm, a warm current surged into her heart, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Among the crowd, Sun Shaonian and several other young people had red eyes. They clenched their fists tightly, staring intently at Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan, their hearts filled with a strong desire.

They yearn to possess miraculous medical skills like Su Yunlan and create incredible miracles; they yearn to have powerful strength like Xiao Yuhan and protect everything they cherish.

"Lady Su, Young Master Xiao, please take us with you!" Sun Shaonian mustered his courage and shouted loudly.

His voice trembled slightly, yet it was full of determination.

The other young people echoed this sentiment, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

However, their families did not hesitate to pull them back.

"Nonsense! Are you going to your death with the exiles?" Sun Shaonian's father grabbed his arm and scolded him sternly.

His rough hands gripped Sun Shaonian's arm tightly, like iron clamps, making him unable to move.

“But Father…” Sun Shaonian wanted to say something more, but his father glared at him fiercely, and he swallowed his words back.

He watched helplessly as Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan's figures grew further and further away, his heart filled with resentment and helplessness.

Several other young people suffered the same fate; they were forcibly dragged home by their families, and no matter how much they struggled, they could not break free from their families' control.

Their

Grandpa Ma, leaning on his cane, walked forward unsteadily, a wise light gleaming in his cloudy eyes...

Grandpa Ma slowly walked to the front of the crowd, his withered hands trembling, and grasped Su Yunlan's hand.

That hand was rough like old tree bark, yet surprisingly warm and strong.

His cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and his voice, hoarse yet full of deep affection, said, "Child, in all my years, I have never seen such a kind and intelligent woman as you. You are like the spring sunshine, illuminating our impoverished little village. You taught us how to plant, how to heal the sick, and how to create a better life with our own hands. You gave us hope and the courage to live. On behalf of the entire village, I thank you, thank you for everything you have done for us!"

Grandpa Ma's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The villagers' eyes welled up with tears. They remembered Su Yunlan's meticulous care and gentleness when treating the villagers' illnesses, her patient explanations when teaching them how to plant new crops, and her firm determination when leading them to build water conservancy projects.

"Lady Su, we will never forget you!"

"Madam Su, take care on your journey!"

Sincere thanks and simple blessings converged into a warm current, flowing into Su Yunlan's heart.

She felt a stinging sensation in her nose and her eyes welled up with tears, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the dry earth.

She choked up, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word. She could only nod vigorously, expressing her gratitude and emotion with her eyes.

Xiao Yuhan gently put his arm around Su Yunlan's shoulder, offering her silent comfort.

His deep gaze swept over the weathered faces, his heart filled with respect.

He knew that these simple and honest villagers were expressing their gratitude and love for Su Yunlan with their most sincere feelings.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The brilliant morning sun cast golden rays, making Su Yunlan and the villagers' shadows appear very long.

This heartwarming and touching scene became a symbolic moment for the village to bid them farewell, and will forever be etched in everyone's hearts.

Just as the group was about to set off, and Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan turned around, a series of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the morning and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder and closer, as if something urgent was about to happen.

"Whoa—" A high-pitched neighing of a horse pierced the sky as a swift rider galloped in, raising a cloud of dust in front of the exile procession.

The man on horseback, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, looked anxious, holding a letter aloft in his hand and shouting, "General Xiao! The imperial edict has arrived!"