C3 Wounded Man

Zhuang Qing sighed, she did not expect anyone to help her, but she still had to rely on herself.

She calculated in her mind. Her eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at the basket that was placed on top of the dilapidated wooden frame.

It was a crude but perfectly adequate set of herb collecting tools.

The original owner of this body had always relied on collecting firewood and herbs to survive. Herbs from mountains that had not been over-developed by humans could be found everywhere, but only in the most basic of herbs. However, she was different. As a doctor who dabbled in Chinese medicine and had a great reputation at such a young age, it was a piece of cake for her to differentiate medicinal herbs. If she were to pick a few precious herbs for sale, it would be equivalent to the hard work of the original owner.

Seeing that her livelihood was assured, Zhuang Qing relaxed. She went to grab a gourd ladle and scooped up a few spoonfuls of water before feeling a little better in her stomach. Without further ado, she packed her tools, packed a small basket, and headed back up the hill.

Halfway there, Zhuang Qing suddenly heard someone calling to her. She turned around and saw the village chief, who seemed to have just returned from the fields, holding onto her pants.

The village chief's name was Li Youfu. He had a short jaw and beard, and was about forty years old. He was one of the few people in the village who treated Zhuang Qing fairly well.

"Village head." Zhuang Qing stopped to greet him.

Li Youfu wiped off his sweat and asked, "Little girl Zhuang, from the looks of your clothes, do you want to go to the back mountain?"

Zhuang Qing nodded her head in agreement, and Li Youfu's face turned serious. He looked left and right before whispering to her, "I think it's better if you go. Rumor has it that we've run into ghosts in the mountains, and quite a few of the villagers are scared out of their wits."

She believed in the existence of beasts and birds of prey in the mountains, but how could a doctor who grew up under a red flag and ate scientific food believe such nonsense? Besides, no matter how dangerous it was, she had no other choice. It was better to have a chance to fight, rather than starve to death at home.

Zhuang Qing thought otherwise in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. Whether it was an elder or the head of the village, she revealed a helpless smile, "Many thanks for the village chief's reminder. Since I can't even open the pot at home, I'll go into the mountains to get some firewood and then return."

Li Youfu was aware of her family situation, so he could only nod and say, "Fine, don't go into the mountains, just cut off at the edge of the mountains and come back. If there's anything you need help with, shout out!"

After Zhuang Qing had thanked him, she hurried to the back of the mountain. Although Li Youfu had repeatedly told her not to go into the mountains, she also had her reasons for taking the risk. Those valuable medicinal herbs all lived in remote areas, either deep in the mountains, in the forests, or on the cliffs, there were never any benefits without hard work.

As expected, she had picked a few wild fruits along the way. Compared to the later generations that had been swept clean by the forest, the abundant natural resources of the forest gave her a pleasant surprise. She only climbed the mountainside to find a few rare medicinal herbs and a rather good mountain ginseng in her bamboo basket.

These would be enough for her to eat for a while. Zhuang Qing's face was full of joy as she carried the small basket on her back and walked back the same way she came. The mountains were lush with leaves, and the lighting wasn't good to begin with. When she noticed the change in the weather, she only heard a rumbling sound of thunder. A torrential rain came crashing down, causing the leaves to crack.

The rain came fast and fast, so his field of vision was less than three meters. It was too dangerous to force her to return at this time. Zhuang Qing protected the bamboo basket and kept running. She only wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain. After running for a while, she suddenly found a hidden and dilapidated house with a dilapidated, painted temple plaque.

Before he could take a closer look, Zhuang Qing barged in and anxiously checked the bamboo basket to make sure that he had not been soaked in the rain for a while.

In the blink of an eye, a cold feeling seeped into his heart. Zhuang Qing suddenly turned her head and saw that there was an extremely simple and crude bed in the corner of the temple, and on it laid a young man with dark green lips.