Chapter 08: Ask for more blessings

This hand is broad and slender, it is a man’s hand.

Su Wan picked up a dry tree branch and brushed aside the weeds that were about as tall as an adult’s knee.

It revealed a handsome man’s face, with a honey-colored skin and a strong, a sharp and resolute facial contour, depicting a tough guy.

Su Wan’s fingers tested his breath.

Alive…

Her gaze swept over him, and there was a wound on his right arm, the flesh was torn open, and the blood was dark red.

This was not a fatal wound.

She turned him over, and there was a cut from a sharp weapon on the area of his shoulder blade.

“You’re lucky to have met me in this deep mountain forest.”

Su Wan laid the man down on the ground, took a sickle from the bamboo basket, tore open his clothes from the wound, and fully exposed the injury.

Sweet wormwood has anti-inflammatory, hemostatic, and detoxifying effects, and there was some in the bamboo basket.

Su Wan gently cleaned the wound, rubbing the young leaves of sweet wormwood in her palm to extract a dark juice, and applied it to his wound to stop the bleeding.

The sickle tore his robe into long strips, which she used to bandage the wound on his back.

She treated the injury on his right arm in the same way.

Su Wan worked busily for a while, letting out a muffled breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand, then took the man’s arm and began to check his pulse.

Her gaze paused, falling on his calloused palms, especially the thick calluses on his palms, which were likely from frequently gripping a sword.

This man had a bloodthirsty aura about him, as if he had been forged in the blood and fire of battle, and his body was solid with muscle, suggesting he was a soldier.

Su Wan had originally intended to leave him in the mountains, but seeing that he might be a patriotic soldier, she decided to bring him down the mountain.

Her body possessed incredible strength, so it was not too difficult for her.

Su Wan settled the man in an abandoned vegetable shed at the foot of the mountain. She rummaged through the bamboo basket to find some ginseng, and also picked some rapeseed from the field, then place them in his embrace. She used the sickle to write a line on the ground, instructing him to mix the ginseng and rapeseed as an effective anti-inflammatory, hemostatic, and wound-healing medicine.

She shouldered the bamboo basket, ready to return home, but paused, remembering her family’s poverty. She then turned back and felt in the man’s waist pouch, pulling out one silver ingot: “I’ve saved your life, so you can pay me a medical fee. Fair trade.”

This man’s clothes are very luxurious, his family background is extraordinary, and he is not short of money, but she takes it in a proper way.

Su Wan weighed the silver, put it in her pocket, and today was the opening day.

She went to the Gu family’s house.

“Hey, isn’t this Gu Huaizhi’s wife?” said Madam Jiang, the wife of the village chief. When she saw Su Wan with a full basket of mushrooms, she said: “You are the daughter of a high official, and the Gu family makes you go to the mountains to pick mushrooms? What are they up to? This is to let you pick poisonous mushrooms to kill yourself because you have no dowry.”

Su Wan’s gaze turned cold, and she remembered that Madam Jiang was Su Mixue’s aunt, and the Gu family’s old courtyard was also occupied by the village chief’s family.

Madam Jiang was ignored, and couldn’t help but feel angry, and deliberately provoked Su Wan: “Mrs. Gu, our Mixue is the crown princess, you two are sisters no matter what, if you have any difficulties…uh..uh”

A slender white hand stuffed some herbal medicine into her mouth.

Madam Jiang, with her thick waist and broad shoulders, struggled desperately, but couldn’t break free at all.

Those delicate hands that could be broken with a slight bend easily subdued her.

“I don’t know if the mushrooms are poisonous, but this wild ginger, if eaten, will suffocate the person to death.” Su Wan’s red lips curled into a cold smile as she patted her hands, “Pray for yourself, and hope god will help you more.”

Madam Jiang’s face turned deathly pale, and she broke out in a cold sweat, spitting out the herbs in her mouth.

Her mouth, tongue, hands and feet began to go numb.

“Help! Help!” Madam Jiang was scared out of her wits, screaming in terror, “Su Wan, don’t go, save me!”