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The wooden box was placed at the very back of the cabinet.

She lifted the blue cloth and opened the lid.

A century-old ginseng lies inside, its whiskers intact, its body plump, and its entire body gleaming with a warm amber color.

This is no ordinary ginseng.

When my grandmother was alive, she spent fifteen years using the Su family acupuncture technique to seal the medicinal power into the ginseng body year by year.

Layer upon layer of nurturing, year after year of pressing down, fifteen years of painstaking effort are all sealed in this ginseng root.

The medicine meant to prolong Grandpa Zhou's life was pushed back.

Su Xingmian took out the ginseng and weighed it in her palm.

Thinking about it, saving that brother-in-law I've never met before is also an option.

She held the ginseng rootlets between her palms, her ten fingers clasped together.

Demonic power seeped from his fingertips, enveloping the entire ginseng root.

Her task was meticulous: to extract the active ingredients that had been sealed in plant fibers for fifteen years, thread by thread.

At the same time, it is infused with the vitality of plants for secondary activation.

If it were someone else, they would use the traditional method, taking three days and three nights to prepare it.

She used her demonic power to compress it.

The power within the meridians poured out, seeping into every vein of the ginseng rootlets.

Wherever she went, the sealed medicinal power was awakened layer by layer, colliding, merging, and then condensing with the vitality of the plants she infused.

Thirty percent of the demonic power.

In the past, this amount would have been enough for her to lie down for three days.

But after his merits increased dramatically, his demonic power multiplied several times over. Even after 30% was drawn out, his meridians were still full.

Her eyes were closed, and her palms were getting hotter and hotter.

Half an hour later, Su Xingmian opened her arms.

Three pills, each the size of a date pit, lay in my palm. They had a dark golden sheen and a strong, pungent ginseng aroma.

She lowered her head and took a sniff, her eyes squinting from the stench.

Looking at the ginseng in the wooden box, its body had lost its original amber color and turned grayish-white, its roots were shriveled, and all its essence had been extracted.

It can be used for stewing soup or making tea to replenish vital energy.

Su Xingmian pulled out a small copper box from under the stove, put three pills inside, and sealed it with wax.

She knew exactly how effective the pills were.

After taking it, it can stabilize the life of a dying person for 24 hours, giving the internal organs a chance to breathe and allowing the doctor time to treat other injuries.

To put it bluntly, it's for keeping someone alive.

She carried the copper box and walked back to the guesthouse.

Fang Lan was stuffing a cotton-padded coat into her luggage bag.

My hands were shaking so badly that I kept stuffing the same cotton-padded jacket in and pulling it out, stuffing it in and pulling it out again.

Su Xingmian walked over, squatted down, and took Fang Lan's hand.

Her hands were the same temperature as hers, but no longer as warm as before.

Su Xingmian took the copper box out of his bosom and put it into her palm.

"Mom, this is the life-saving medicine made from the old ginseng that Grandma left behind."

Fang Lan looked down at the copper box in her hand, her fingers tightening.

There are three in total.

"Once we arrive, we'll give the eldest brother one pill, dissolved in warm water and fed it down his throat, regardless of whether he can swallow it or not."

Fang Lan's throat moved slightly.

"No matter how severe the injury, as long as he has a breath left, this medicine can help him hold on."

Su Xingmian paused.

"If the military hospital still can't do it, immediately give the second one."

"Whether by telegram or phone call, notify me and I will come over."

She looked up and met Fang Lan's gaze.

"I will administer the acupuncture myself."

Fang Lan looked at her.

The girl, who had been married into the Zhou family for less than three months, squatted in front of her, speaking in a very calm tone, without any comforting words or grand promises.

It's like saying the vegetable garden needs watering today.

Fang Lan opened her mouth.

She didn't ask how the medicine was made or why it was so miraculous.

She pulled Su Xingmian into her arms tightly, resting her chin on the top of her head, and let out a muffled sob.

Su Xingmian's ribs ached from being squeezed so tightly, but she didn't move.

Fang Lan smelled of face cream and a dry cotton scent, completely different from her grandmother's, but it made her feel just as at ease.

Zhou Bingwen, who was standing next to him, had already packed all the medicine he could carry into the first-aid kit, and the lid of the kit couldn't even be closed properly.

He turned around and saw this scene, his nose tingled with emotion, and he quickly turned his head back to continue tying up the boxes.

Two hours later, the medicine arrived, and the division headquarters coordinated a military truck to go to the provincial capital.

Fang Lan changed into a thick cotton-padded coat, tucked the copper box close to her body, and placed it in the innermost pocket of the coat, securing it with a safety pin.

Zhou Bingwen carried the medical kit and climbed onto the truck bed. He had already gone over the treatment plan for his older brother's injury three times in his mind.

The train transfers from the provincial capital to a military train, then to the port, where it is transferred to a naval supply ship.

The fastest it can take is three days and two nights.

Zhou Bingheng handed over the last luggage bag.

Fang Lan sat in the truck bed, looking at him through the partition.

"Bingheng".

"mom."

"I'm leaving Mianmian in your care. Treat her well."

"Don't worry."

The truck started, and the diesel engine made the truck bed shake violently.

Fang Lan kept watching her second son and daughter-in-law until the truck turned out of the camp gate.

Zhou Bingwen leaned out halfway and shouted at Su Xingmian.

"Second Sister-in-law, I'm taking the spinach and onions with me!"

After shouting, he shrank back, probably because Fang Lan slapped him.

The truck drove away, kicking up dust.

The alleyway suddenly became empty.

The wind blew from the other side of Helan Mountain, and the sand and gravel rustled against the wall.

Zhou Bingheng stood in the middle of the alley, without moving.

Su Xingmian walked behind him without saying a word.

After about ten seconds, Zhou Bingheng turned around.

He reached out and pulled Su Xingmian into his arms.

This hug was different from usual.

When he usually hugged her, he controlled the strength, just right, with the perfect tightness.

Not this time.

He held her very tightly, the buttons on his uniform digging into her face.

"Mianmian."

"Um."

"Thank you."

His voice was a little hoarse, just a little bit.

Su Xingmian reached out and placed her hand on his back, patting him gently twice.

"Big brother will be alright."

Brother, you have to hang in there.

This is the first time she has used this title.

I've never met her, I've only heard my grandmother say that she doesn't like to smile and has a cold, hard personality. When she has a stern face, she can scare new recruits to tears.

But everyone in the Zhou family treated her well in different ways.

Grandpa gave her money, Grandma gave her confidence, Father-in-law quietly investigated people, Mother-in-law stood at the entrance of the guesthouse all day, and her younger brother-in-law granted her every request...

She, a non-human flower fairy, felt she had a home again, apart from her grandmother.

Her brother-in-law was the one in the family she hadn't met yet.

It cannot be missing.

Zhou Bingheng held her for a long time, so long that she felt his heart rate slowly drop from ninety-five back to eighty.

He released her hand, smoothed the stray strands of hair that had been ruffled by the wind, and said nothing more.

The two walked into the courtyard one after the other. The dwarf lilies under the courtyard wall swayed in the wind, their thorns lying obediently.

In the evening, Su Xingmian prepared two dishes and a soup, which were then placed on the table.

Spinach and egg soup, stir-fried cured pork with sand onions, and a dish of cold shredded radish salad.

The two sat down to eat, and neither of them mentioned the older brother.

Su Xingmian served him two bowls of soup, which he drank.

He picked up a few pieces of cured pork with his chopsticks, but barely touched the shredded radish.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Bingheng went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The water was splashing, and the bowls and plates were clinking together.

Su Xingmian leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching his back.

The sleeves of his military uniform were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a small section of light pink scar where the gunshot wound on his left arm had healed.

"Brother, you didn't go to see the commander today."

Zhou Bingheng wiped the last bowl dry and placed it on the dish rack.

He turned around and leaned against the stove to look at her.

"Let's go tomorrow."

Su Xingmian nodded and said nothing more.

The kitchen light shone out, casting two shadows on the ground, one tall and one short, very close together.

Zhou Bingheng dried his hands and took something out from behind the stove and handed it to her.

A palm-sized oil paper package, when opened, contained four fruit hard candies.

"The supply and marketing cooperative only has these few left."

Su Xingmian held the candy and looked up at him.

You said you wanted a gift last time.

Zhou Bingheng's tone was very indifferent.

"The base doesn't issue cards, so we'll have to use this for now."

Su Xingmian held the candy in her hand.

She peeled one and popped it into her mouth; it was orange-flavored and so sweet it made her head spin.

He peeled another one, stood on tiptoe, and stuffed it into Zhou Bingheng's mouth.

The two men stood in the kitchen, each with a candy in their mouth, and neither of them spoke.

The wick flickered.

Su Xingmian put the remaining two candies into her pocket and tugged at Zhou Bingheng's sleeve.

"Brother, when you go to see the commander tomorrow, please ask him something for me."

"What?"

"In that mountain valley on the eastern foot of Helan Mountain, I discovered a water vein twelve meters underground a few days ago when I went up the mountain."

She drew a circle on his sleeve with her finger.

"If we could dig a well, we could develop thirty acres of land on that gentle slope."

Zhou Bingheng looked down at her fingers drawing circles on his sleeve, and after two seconds, he took her hand into his palm.

"OK."

Late at night.

Su Xingmian nestled on the kang (a heated brick bed), eyes closed, her demonic power extending southward along the ground. The military truck was rushing towards the provincial capital in the night.

She couldn't perceive that far.

But she knew that in the copper box that Fang Lan kept close to her body, three dark gold pills were emitting a faint herbal vitality.

Deep within the meridians, another small stream of merit and warmth flowed in.

Su Xingmian opened her eyes and glanced at Zhou Bingheng, who was resting with his eyes closed, beside her.

His heart rate had dropped to 78, but he hadn't yet entered a deep sleep.

She didn't say anything, turned over, and placed her hand on the back of his hand.

A surge of demonic energy flowed in, easing his tense nerves.

About three minutes later, Zhou Bingheng's fingers twitched, and he gripped her hand instead.

Su Xingmian closed her eyes.

Beneath the courtyard wall, the rhododendron simsii stalks in the flowerpots grew even thicker in the darkness, unnoticed by anyone.