After Jiang Lu waited for them all to leave, she trotted over and stopped a zhang away from the bed.
Her round eyes stared fixedly at the frail figure on the bed.
She could only watch quietly, unable to do anything—unable to ease Bai Rou's pain or make her recover at once, able only to watch helplessly as she sank deep into danger.
A profound sense of powerlessness lingered in her heart, pressing so heavily against her chest that she could barely breathe.
No! It was not as though there was no way at all!
Jiang Lu's ears suddenly perked up. Her tiny head whipped toward the pitch-black forest beyond the tent, and a glimmer of hope instantly lit her eyes.
She vaguely remembered hearing the Peach Tree Spirit gossip before: in Peach Blossom County, only a few dozen li away in a straight line, there lived a reclusive divine physician.
His medical skill was miraculous. He excelled most at treating grievous injuries and stubborn ailments; severe wounds, ordinary blade injuries, and critical high fevers could all be resolved in his hands.
Saving someone came first.
Jiang Lu made up her mind in an instant. She immediately turned around and charged from the main command tent without looking back.
Her tiny figure plunged headlong into the vast forest.
Taking the shortcut, she could arrive before the sun set.
The mountain paths were rugged and difficult, littered with loose stones and thorns, yet she did not dare pause for even a moment.
It would be far too great a pity if a woman like Bai Rou were to die this way.
Behind her stood countless women.
Racing against time with all her might, she finally reached the borders of Peach Blossom County just before the last ray of the setting sun