Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she smelled a rich aroma. Little Stone next door started wailing again, demanding to eat the same thing. Unable to bear the crying any longer, Wan Shi stormed out, cursing under her breath, "I'll poison you to death," and "You little bitch."

Xiao Ming, who had been playing at the neighbor's house on the left all morning, also came back. The neighbors were about to eat, and although he was young, he knew the importance of coming home at mealtimes. His mother and older sister often said that everyone has their difficulties, and one shouldn't easily accept food from others. Even though he was still young, he had to remember these principles of conduct.

Qiao Jingjing had a good impression of her next-door neighbor. Although the neighbor was from another village and had a different surname, the neighbor was quite tactful. Qiao Jingjing didn't mind extending some goodwill and making friends with the neighbor.

She found a large bowl, filled it with soup, and added three pieces of chicken and a few slices of morel mushrooms. It wasn't that she was stingy; if she put in too much, the other person might not accept it. Besides, villagers usually eat stews with more broth than meat, so this way it was more suitable and appropriate for both sides.

They led Mingming to the next house. Mingming knocked on the door, and the woman who opened it was Wang, the daughter-in-law of the house. The woman who was friends with Shiming was Qiaoqiao, who was Wang's daughter.

When Wang saw that it was Qiao Jingjing, who was holding a bowl, she was at a loss and turned around to call out her mother-in-law, Old Lady Li. Qiao Jingjing didn't expect this person to be so socially awkward, but Qiaoqiao saw that her friend had come again and peeked her little head out from behind Old Lady Li.

"Grandma Li, I made some soup at noon with a few mushrooms in it. It's not anything special, but could you take some back for Qiaoqiao to try? Do you have a bowl? I'll pour it out and take it home." Qiao Jingjing said this on purpose, wanting to finish quickly and go home. She was embarrassed too, you know.

Wang brought a bowl and filled it with soup. Qiao Jingjing led Shi Ming and they ran back to their own kitchen as fast as they could.

"Mom, this..." There's still meat in the bowl, I feel a little embarrassed.

"Keep it, use it to nourish Qiaoqiao. Da Ya next door is a good child. Keep an eye on Ming when he plays at the door."

Qiao Jingjing and the others were enjoying their meal to the fullest. The stew was so delicious, it was incredibly flavorful, even Qiao Jingjing was amazed by the taste. Luckily, she had saved some to cultivate in her spatial storage. Now she could have mushrooms to her heart's content.

In the small, dilapidated house, Xuan Yi slowly woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, as if awakening from a long period of darkness. At first, his gaze was dazed and empty, as if everything around him was unfamiliar. His severely injured body made him feel incredibly weak, and each breath felt like a struggle.

Looking at the dilapidated roof beams so close to his head, he tried to move his body, but found himself almost unable to move. Pain surged through him like a tide, making him groan involuntarily.

After a while, his consciousness gradually cleared, and he began to recall how he was injured. His expression was filled with pain and confusion, as if he were asking himself, "Am I still alive?" As time passed, his body gradually adapted to the pain, and his breathing slowly became steady. He began to observe his surroundings, trying to find a trace of familiarity.

He remembered losing consciousness in the mountains, though not completely unresponsive. He remembered a girl saving him, but it all felt so unreal. He looked down at the bandages and realized he wasn't dreaming. He struggled to his feet, his body extremely weak from blood loss. He knew how bad his condition was, and he hadn't expected the girl to be so skilled in medicine. His quick recovery was entirely due to her miraculous healing. If he ever saw her again, he would definitely thank her profusely.

After lunch, Qiao Jingjing planned to check on this person. After all, she had gone to great lengths to save him, and she wanted to see the effects of the Panax notoginseng powder. She also needed to find out his identity; if it was too sensitive, she would have to get rid of him as soon as possible. Yes, get rid of him, not send him away. If it really wasn't suitable for him to stay here, Qiao Jingjing didn't want to wait a second longer and planned to knock him unconscious, put him in her spatial storage, and place him somewhere else.

While the villagers were taking their afternoon nap, she slipped into the small, dilapidated house. As soon as she stepped inside, her eyes met those of Xuan Yi, who was leaning against the wall. Xuan Yi's black clothes were hidden in the light from the corner, revealing only his pale, bloodless face, as he forced an ugly smile at Qiao Jingjing.

"Awake? Looks like the treatment worked." It sounded like he was talking to himself, but also like he was speaking to Xuan Yi. Looks like I can talk to Manager Yu about the price now; I'll need to stock up on more items in the space.

Xuan Yi expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you for saving me, young lady."

"I will never forget your life-saving grace! Your kindness today is like a second life. Without your help, I would likely be dead long ago. I can never repay your immense kindness. I will repay this debt of gratitude with all my might. If you ever need my help again, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life!"

"Hey, I'm almost embarrassed to accept your consultation fee. Aren't you tired of talking so much?" Is my medicine really that miraculous? A person who was about to die can wake up and talk so much in just a few hours?

Qiao Jingjing had no idea that anti-inflammatory drugs are naturally quite effective for ancient people taking them for the first time. With the added benefits of wound disinfection, bandaging, and well water, and Xuan Yi's strong physique due to years of martial arts training, his recovery was faster than that of the average person.

Upon hearing about the consultation fee, Xuan Yi blushed and said, "Of course I will pay the consultation fee, but as you can see, I have nothing to offer right now. However, please rest assured, once I recover and return, I will present the consultation fee with both hands."

Qiao Jingjing was just teasing him, but seeing that he took it seriously, she changed the subject: "Would you mind revealing your identity? You know, I'm just an ordinary citizen and don't want to cause trouble. The sword wounds on your body are probably not from ordinary fights or street disputes. To be honest, if your presence will cause a lot of trouble for the village, I will send you away as soon as possible."

Xuan Yi lowered his head and remained silent. He hadn't expected this girl to have such keen intuition. Her speech and insights were unlike those of an ordinary woman. Was she really just a peasant girl?

After a long pause, he looked up at Qiao Jingjing and said, "I should have told my benefactor my identity. However, I have duties to perform and cannot reveal it for the time being. But I can assure you that I am not a bad person and will not cause any trouble for you or your village."

In terms of status, he was just a guard; there was nothing he couldn't say. But who could blame him? He was the first-class personal guard responsible for the Seventh Prince's safety. Their Xuanjin Army squad consisted of 15 men, all sent by His Majesty to protect the Seventh Prince. He was the captain, Xuan Yi, and the ranks went up to fifteenth. His appearance at Daqingshan this time was somewhat convoluted and complicated, and couldn't be explained in a few words.

Qiao Jingjing looked at Xuan Yi, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll believe you for now. However, you can't stay here forever. It's best to leave as soon as you recover."

Xuan nodded. "I will. However, I am currently unable to move around easily and will need to trouble you for a few more days."

"Hmm... okay." Qiao Jingjing was a little helpless, but she still agreed. "If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."

"Thank you, young lady," Xuan Yi said gratefully.

Over the next two days, Qiao Jingjing frequently visited the small, dilapidated house to take care of Xuan Yi, bringing him food and changing his bandages. Xuan Yi gradually regained some strength, and the more than ten sword wounds, both deep and shallow, were healing, allowing him to walk with difficulty.