Sold immediately after wearing it? I took my family and fled the famine.

The canopy of the trees in the dense forest was so thick that the rain was blocked by the layers of trees, and by the time it reached the ground, it had broken into a fine mist.

Occasionally, a few large drops would leak through the gaps in the leaves, hitting the withered leaves with a dull thud.

The air was filled with the smell of decaying leaves and damp earth, mixed with the faint fragrance of unknown wildflowers. The soil underfoot was soft, like stepping on an old cotton quilt.

But as it turns out, Jiang Xing's decision was correct.

After walking deeper for less than 15 minutes, the terrain suddenly opened up, and the dense forest broke off, revealing a scree slope.

The scree slope faces the sun, and low shrubs and weeds grow on its surface. Rainwater flows down from the cracks in the rocks, forming small streams.

Dr. Gu squatted down, parted a clump of bushes, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Clematis chinensis!" His voice was muffled by the rain, but couldn't hide his excitement: "Miss Jiang, Clematis chinensis! And Achyranthes bidentata! They're all here!"

Jiang Xing walked over and squatted down to take a look. Several clumps of *Clematis chinensis* were growing in the cracks of the rubble, with oval leaves and fine serrations along the edges.

Next to it is Achyranthes bidentata, whose swollen stem nodes resemble a cow's knee, hence the name.

A few steps further on, there were a few red flowers on the edge of the gravel slope. They weren't in very good condition, wilted by the rain, but they were still usable.

She pulled out her short knife and began digging for herbs, her movements unhurried and deliberate, uprooting each plant completely.

Old Doctor Gu was also digging nearby, putting the ingredients into his basket as he dug, muttering to himself: "Clematis chinensis dispels wind and dampness, Achyranthes bidentata guides blood downwards, and Carthamus tinctorius invigorates blood and removes blood stasis. If I put these three together, along with some wild ginger and mugwort, I'll apply it to the old lady, and I guarantee it will work."

Jiang Xing paused for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged.

The two of them dug up half a basket each of Clematis armandii, Achyranthes bidentata, and Carthamus tinctorius. Doctor Gu also found a few Panax notoginseng plants, which he carefully collected as well.

Jiang Xing stood up, slung the basket over his shoulder, and was about to walk back when his gaze swept across the edge of the dense forest ahead, and he suddenly stopped.

She has a habit of observing her surroundings whenever she goes somewhere.

There were marks on the bark. A dozen steps ahead, the lower half of the trunks of several pine trees had obvious scratches. The bark had been worn away, revealing the whitish wood underneath. The scratches reached up to her waist.

There were hoof prints on the ground, not just one or two, but a dense, uneven patch, imprinted in the decaying leaves and soil. They were somewhat blurred by the rain, but the shapes were still recognizable: forked hooves, the hoof prints of wild boars.

Looking further ahead, the marks on the ground became more obvious. The humus had been arched and turned up, forming long, narrow trenches, some as deep as the calf and others as deep as the ankle.

Wild yam remnants were scattered in the ditch, their white, broken ends still visible. In winter, when food was scarce, wild boars could only root around in the soil to find things buried underground to eat.

Judging from the depth and area of ​​this arched ditch, there are probably more than one wild boar in this forest.

Doctor Gu walked over with his medicine basket on his back. He saw Jiang Xing squatting on the ground staring at the marks, so he went over to take a look. After just one glance, his expression changed.

"This is... the work of a wild boar?" He looked up at the scratches on the surrounding tree trunks, then down at the hoofprints and furrows on the ground, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing something: "Miss Jiang, we have to leave quickly. These marks are very fresh; a wild boar might be nearby. That thing is very fierce; its tusks can pierce a person's stomach. If the two of us run into it, we'll be in big trouble."

Jiang Xing stood up and nodded almost imperceptibly. It was indeed quite dangerous, but meeting her was even more dangerous.

He patted the mud off his knees, but instead of leaving, he continued walking along the arched ditch.

Dr. Gu grew anxious and chased after her in a low voice, calling out, "Miss Jiang! Little Jiang! Did you hear me? A wild boar! That's a wild boar!"

Jiang Xing stopped in her tracks. She wasn't stopped by Dr. Gu; she saw something.