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

A sick child was in critical condition, but a sudden turning point occurred.

Su Yunlan looked at Widow Zhou's pleading eyes, those eyes, soaked with tears, were filled with despair and hope.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her inner balance swaying violently.

If she is rescued, she might expose more of the supplies in the space, making the escape even more difficult; if she is not rescued, a precious little life might perish, how can she have peace of mind?

The hesitation in her eyes obscured their original clarity like dark clouds. She subconsciously clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

Everyone around her watched her nervously, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Young Master Xiao coughed weakly, and Granny Sun's worry deepened. Xiao Yuhan simply stood quietly beside her, like a silent mountain, his eyes filled with encouragement and trust.

Lieutenant Zhao narrowed his eyes, a hint of inquiry in them, as if observing every subtle expression on Su Yunlan's face.

Finally, her eyes sharpened, as if she had made up her mind. Without saying another word, she decisively stood up.

She pulled an inconspicuous cloth bag from her bosom, quickly untied it, revealing several precious herbs inside that emitted a faint medicinal fragrance.

These medicinal herbs were priceless treasures on this desolate road of exile, where medicine was scarce, and each dose she took out cost her dearly.

She carefully broke off a small piece, her movements incredibly resolute, as if she had already made her decision.

There was a sound of people gasping for air all around.

They never imagined that this newlywed fourth daughter-in-law of the Xiao family would carry such precious medicinal herbs with her.

Widow Zhou was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She had thought she was going to lose her child, but now she saw a glimmer of hope for survival, and her heart was filled with disbelief.

Her hands trembled as she reached out to take it, yet dared not touch the precious herb, as if it were a gift from the gods.

Ignoring the shocked looks of the crowd, Su Yunlan crushed the herbs into powder and carefully fed them to the child, her movements gentle and swift.

Those hands that once held a scalpel were now incredibly steady, every movement perfectly executed, brimming with strength and hope.

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

"Apply this to the child." Su Yunlan took out another piece of ointment wrapped in a fine cloth and handed it to Widow Zhou.

Widow Zhou excitedly took it and carefully placed it on the child's forehead, her movements as devout as if she were performing some kind of sacred ritual.

Su Yunlan's gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Captain Zhao not far away. She saw Captain Zhao...

"I still have some medicine..." Su Yunlan said, her voice not loud, but it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

After swallowing the powder, the child's originally pale face miraculously regained a rosy hue in just a moment, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Widow Zhou's tense body suddenly went limp. She trembled with emotion, hugged her child tightly, and tears streamed down her face again. "It's alright, it's alright, my child, you're alright!" She looked up at Su Yunlan with boundless gratitude in her eyes, and knelt down on the ground with a thud. "My benefactor, you are a bodhisattva descended to earth! My life, and my son's life, were saved by you! From now on, my life belongs to you. I'll go through fire and water for you, without hesitation!"

Everyone was stunned by the sight before them. They had thought the child was likely in grave danger, but Su Yunlan had saved him so easily.

Their gazes toward Su Yunlan were no longer filled with scrutiny and disdain, but rather with awe and curiosity.

Su Yunlan calmly withdrew her gaze, but inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief. This move had laid a foundation for her future path.

Young Master Xiao leaned weakly against Granny Sun, and his gaze towards Su Yunlan softened.

Although he was frail and sickly, he knew how much risk Su Yunlan was taking, and a sense of respect and dependence for her arose in his heart.

Grandma Sun also showed a gratified smile. She had been with the Xiao family for so many years and had seen many mistresses, but she had never seen a woman as courageous and capable as Su Yunlan.

Xiao Yuhan's gaze remained fixed on Su Yunlan. He stepped forward, took Su Yunlan's hand tightly, and gently stroked her palm with his fingertips, silently conveying his support and love.

Su Yunlan felt the warmth of his palm, and a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

"Ahem..." Captain Zhao's light cough broke the warm atmosphere.

He walked up to Su Yunlan, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's. "Fourth Madam Xiao, you certainly have quite a lot of medicinal herbs on you." His tone was unreadable, yet it made the surrounding air freeze instantly.

"Just something for self-defense," Su Yunlan replied with a slight smile, neither humble nor arrogant.

Her hand was held tightly by Xiao Yuhan, yet she could still feel the scrutiny from Commander Zhao.

She knew that while her act of saving people had won her popular support, it would inevitably attract the attention of certain individuals.

She and Xiao Yuhan exchanged a glance, both understanding that the days to come would likely not be peaceful.

"Oh? Is that so?" Captain Zhao raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He looked at Su Yunlan meaningfully, slowly approaching, and whispered, "I think Madam Xiao seems to be hiding quite a few secrets..."

Lieutenant Zhao's sharp gaze swept across Su Yunlan's face like a blade, his tone carrying a subtle pressure, "Fourth Madam Xiao, these medicinal herbs don't look like ordinary things. Where did you get them from in this desolate wilderness?"

Su Yunlan's heart tightened, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, with a tense atmosphere spreading once again.

She felt Xiao Yuhan tighten his grip on her hand slightly, conveying silent support.

She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, and a faint smile appeared on her face. "Reporting to Commander Zhao, these medicinal herbs are made from a secret recipe passed down in my family. I usually carry some with me in case of emergency."

Captain Zhao's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as if trying to see through her inner thoughts.

Su Yunlan met his gaze calmly, her eyes clear and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

She knew that in this era, a woman's medical skills being too advanced could easily arouse suspicion.

She must be careful to protect herself and her family.

"A family secret recipe?" Captain Zhao repeated, his tone tinged with doubt. "Madam Xiao, your secret recipe is truly miraculous. On the road to exile, there is a lack of medical care and medicine. If you could contribute this secret recipe, it would be a great service to the court."

Su Yunlan sneered inwardly. This Commandant Zhao was clearly trying to force her to reveal the secret of the space.

She replied calmly, "Commander Zhao is joking. This secret recipe is a family heirloom passed down to my family, only to women. How could I, a mere woman, dare to reveal it so casually?"

Captain Zhao's eyes flickered, seemingly somewhat unwilling, but he did not pursue the matter further.

He gave Su Yunlan a deep look, his tone meaningful, "Fourth Madam Xiao, you'd better watch yourself." After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind a meaningful silhouette.

Su Yunlan watched Zhao Xiaowei's departing figure and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that although the crisis had been temporarily averted, Captain Zhao's suspicions had not been completely dispelled.

She must be more careful to protect herself and her family.

She turned to look at Xiao Yuhan, and saw him...

Just then, Widow Zhou suddenly walked up to Su Yunlan. "Benefactor..." she hesitated, her eyes showing a hint of uncertainty.

Widow Zhou rubbed her rough hands together, her gratitude overflowing.

“My benefactor, I, Zhou, will never forget your great kindness! To repay you, I want to tell you a little secret.” She lowered her voice and leaned closer to Su Yunlan mysteriously, “A few days ago, I accidentally discovered a hidden water source, right here…” She whispered the exact location in Su Yunlan’s ear.

This news was like a godsend for the exiled troops!

The importance of water sources on the journey of fleeing famine when water and food are scarce is self-evident.

The crowd looked at Su Yunlan with even greater admiration. Not only was she a highly skilled doctor, but she was also able to obtain such important information, as if she were the embodiment of Lady Luck.

Xiao Yuhan's pride was almost overflowing. He held Su Yunlan's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her palm, and felt a sense of peace in his heart.

Su Yunlan nodded calmly, memorizing the information provided by Widow Zhou.

She knew that in this perilous environment, any advantage could be the key to their survival.

As the sun set, a fiery red sunset painted the sky, illuminating the weary figures of the exiled contingent.

The news of finding a new water source was like a shot in the arm, rekindling everyone's hope and making their steps much lighter.

In the distance, Old Liu, his face grim, hid behind a boulder, taking in everything.

The jealousy in his eyes was like the venomous hiss of a snake; Su Yunlan's repeated strokes of good luck filled him with resentment.

Why should she, a woman, receive so many benefits?

Why is she able to gain the support of the masses?

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, a strong sense of resentment rising within him.

He stared fiercely at Su Yunlan's retreating figure, muttering to himself, "What I can't have, you can't have either!"

As night fell, a campfire was lit in the camp, and the crackling firelight illuminated everyone's faces.

Su Yunlan distributed some food from the space, which everyone gratefully accepted and devoured.

Xiao Yuhan sat beside Su Yunlan, silently protecting her.

He noticed that Su Yunlan's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of wariness in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yuhan asked softly.

Su Yunlan shook her head. "It's nothing, I just feel..." She paused, her gaze sweeping around her, "...something's not right."

In the distance, Old Liu's figure flashed by and disappeared into the darkness, his hand tightly gripping a dagger that gleamed with a cold light.

His chilling voice drifted on the night wind, "Su Yunlan, your good days are over!"