Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

After taking the medicine and sweating profusely, Zhao Lian felt much more relaxed.

I don't know exactly what time it is now, but I'd guess it's at least a little past ten. Zhao Lian started to feel sleepy.

Thinking that starting a fire would be too much trouble, she quickly found a larger earthenware bowl and dried the water inside.

Then, he used a machete to shovel some ashes at the bottom, followed by shoveling in the embers. After shoveling in the embers, he covered the top with a thick layer of ashes.

Press it down as firmly as possible, then pour a layer of weathered wood chips on top and place it in a corner.

After finishing all this, Zhao Lian went to bed. Because most of the wounds were concentrated on her back, she could only sleep face down.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Lian was startled awake, feeling parched and hot all over. Her lips were dry, and she could even feel the heat in the air coming out of her nose.

Zhao Lian's eyelids felt heavy. She raised her hand to touch her forehead and found that her palms were hot. She knew that she must have a fever.

Right now, she felt heavy all over and didn't want to move, but she knew she had to get up and brew the medicine so that her fever might come down.

Zhao Lian struggled to her feet and, using the dim light from the window, went to the kitchen. She poured out another dose of medicine, added water, and lit a fire to cook it.

She felt a bit cold again, feeling both hot and cold, and suddenly shivered all over. Zhao Lian hugged her chest and sat in front of the stove.

The fire ignited, instantly warming her up. She experienced alternating periods of hot and cold, but no sweat broke out on her body.

Zhao Lian knew she had a fever and needed to find a way to bring it down; she needed to sweat it out. But right now, she was sitting in front of the stove and not sweating at all.

She thought of physical sweating, combining internal and external methods, which would surely be more effective.

Finally, the medicine pot was ready. Zhaolian removed the medicine pot, placed the large earthenware pot on top, filled it halfway with water, covered it, and continued to boil it.

After doing all this, Zhao Lian poured out the Chinese medicine and let it cool. After drinking the medicine, the hot water was almost boiled, so Zhao Lian shoveled up the charcoal and left a fire.

She then brought over a wooden basin and poured the hot water from the earthenware pot into it, intending to soak her feet to speed up the sweating process.

After drinking Chinese medicine, Zhao Lian felt a warm sensation on her back. She touched it and found that her back was not as dry as before, and there was a slight dampness.

The hot water was too hot, so Zhaolian added a little bit of cold water. She washed her face first, then slowly put her feet in, little by little. When she felt it was too hot, she took her feet out.

I did this over and over again until my feet were completely submerged. Slowly, I started sweating. After about ten minutes, all my pores opened up, and sweat kept pouring out.

Although her nose was still steaming, the fever had subsided, and Zhao Lian knew that she was showing signs of her fever breaking and was feeling much better.

Then she boiled some water, explaining that when you have a fever, you need to drink plenty of water to promote sweating and reduce the fever.

After soaking her feet, Zhao Lian drank several more cups of water. As she sweated, she felt much better, and her body temperature gradually decreased.

Zhao Lian changed her clothes again and hung them aside to dry, so she could wear them again later.

She couldn't care less about that now. In her past life, if she had changed her clothes and not washed them, she would never have worn them again, no matter what.

But things are different now. Right now, she's too busy taking care of herself to think about it. She'll wait until her injuries heal a bit more.

After changing her clothes, Zhao Lian lay down on the bed and fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

Zhao Lian opened her eyes, feeling her eyelids were a little dry. The room was brightly lit.

Looking at her own home, Zhao Lian felt a surge of joy and forgot that she was injured, so she couldn't help but stretch.

"Wow!"

Stretching aggravated the wound, causing a sharp pain.

"Ah~"

Zhao Lian grimaced in pain.

She touched her forehead, thankfully she didn't have a fever today, and she still felt a chill when she thought about last night.

She knew that if the high fever persisted, even if she didn't die, she would likely become mentally impaired.

I also need to be careful these next couple of days to see if the fever will recur.

Suddenly she remembered that the fire she had hastily started last night might still be burning, so she quickly got dressed, got out of bed, and went to the kitchen.

I picked up a small stick and gently poked at it, and found that there were still glowing red charcoal pieces inside, and it had not been completely extinguished.

Zhao Lian was overjoyed. With this experience, she could continue to keep the flame burning in the same way next time.

Zhao Lian scooped a spoonful of water and put it on the medicine pot from last night. Then she put some dry grass on the charcoal, blew on it, and lit it.

After lighting it, she added some dry grass and then some firewood. Once the fire was burning, Zhaolian took out a ceramic bowl and went to the backyard.

He scooped a bowl of water from the sink to rinse his mouth, and then washed his face.

You can wash clothes on these bluestone slabs, and there's a drainage ditch right next to them.

This was probably genuine spring water. Zhao Lian took a few sips and found that the water was not only clear but also sweet and delicious.

It's much better than the tap water in the city; at least it doesn't have that bleach smell.

After washing up, Zhao Lian found a piece of dark brown bread in the kitchen and started eating it.

After adding some more firewood to the stove, Zhao Lian continued walking to the backyard and carefully examined the area.

The backyard is even bigger than the front yard, and, importantly, there is no wall around it, because the house is located right at the foot of the mountain.

On both sides of this mountain, there are stone hills that are more than ten meters long and about four or five meters high.

The house was cleverly built in the middle, thus forming a semicircle, which is what is known as the backyard.

From the outside, the ingenuity of the house was completely hidden. Zhao Lian carefully observed it, hoping to find a way up the mountain in the backyard, but found no such way.

The mountain behind the house is a rocky mountain, almost entirely composed of stone, with an almost 90-degree angle. It's impossible to climb it.

Zhao Lian looked up and saw that there were quite a few bushes and trees stretching out about five or six meters away because of the abundant sunlight.

However, there are many large rocks below, making it impossible to climb up by hand.

Suddenly, a plant caught Zhao Lian's attention. The plant had heart-shaped leaves, about the size of strawberries, and looked very much like a Chinese herbal medicine called "Kuan Ye Shi Wan Cuo".

It's almost May now, and the flowering season is over. If it were still in bloom, it would be easier to spot.

There will be many flower buds arranged vertically, with five white petals that are extremely beautiful.

Zhao Lian knew that this medicine was specifically for treating injuries from falls and blows, dispersing blood stasis and reducing swelling, and had the effects of detoxifying and relieving pain, promoting bone healing, cooling the blood and stopping bleeding.

The plant was on the mountainside not far from the woodshed, about five or six meters above the ground, and I could see a small patch of it swaying in the wind.

If I could get my hands on this medicine, crush it up, and apply it externally to my body, my wounds might heal quickly.

But even if I wasn't injured, it would be difficult for someone as small as me to climb up.

Moreover, now that she was injured, it was even more impossible. Thinking of this, Zhao Lian was troubled.

Looking at the herbs that were so close yet out of reach, Zhao Lian racked her brains, determined not to believe she couldn't pick them.

I wonder if this house has a ladder!

Suddenly, an idea flashed into her mind, and Zhao Lian quickly started searching.