Yun Qishen

Before she knew it, the season had turned from winter to summer. A middle-aged man dressed in a long robe and wearing a square hat was pulling her arm and leading her into a military camp.

The soldiers at the barracks gate were demoralized and didn't take the middle-aged man and her seriously at all, so they didn't even bother to stop them.

Upon entering the barracks, the first thing she heard was a series of sighs, followed by the aroma of rotting flesh—a smell she used to always encounter. But since leaving the mass grave, she hadn't smelled that aroma again.

She looked up at the middle-aged man who had grabbed her arm. He had a smile on his face and seemed very eager.

She was always being pulled along like this, whether she left the mass grave or the people in the village, it was still the same here.

Soon, the middle-aged man led her to the military commander's tent.

The commander had a thick beard and was not very strong. He was wearing a white undergarment and a military robe, and was half-reclining on a soft couch, drinking wine.

The temperature in early summer is not high, especially in the desolate areas where the military camp is located, and it even has a cool feel to it.

"Is this the white ghost you were talking about who can save people in the mass grave? Isn't she just a little girl?!" The commander's face flushed as he drunkenly looked at his deputy beside him.

The middle-aged man who was holding her hand chimed in at that moment, "Commander, look at this!"

The man took out a seed and planted it in the soil at his feet. Then he patted her on the shoulder, and she subconsciously reached out and touched the small mound where the seed had been planted.

In the blink of an eye, tender buds break through the soil, quickly grow leaves and climb, and soon bloom and bear fruit.

It's wild berries! The soldiers' mouths watered and they couldn't help but swallow.

"A trivial skill, just making a fuss over nothing!"

The commander, hiccuping from his drink, waved his hand. Just then, a soldier picked some freshly ripened wild berries, tasted them, and offered them to the commander.

"Commander! Bring another wounded soldier over!" The middle-aged man's smile did not disappear because of the commander's refusal; on the contrary, he became even more eager.

"Hmm..." The commander glanced unhappily at his deputy, who quickly ordered his men to bring in the wounded.

"Don't try to fool me! If this little brat can really revive my men, I'll eat the stakes outside this tent alive today!"

As soon as the commander finished speaking, cries of agony came from outside the tent, and two soldiers carried in a wounded man with severed arms and legs.

"Commander! I can't... I can't take it... anymore... Let me... let me die!" The wounded man writhed in agony, blood still seeping from the severed limbs, his whole body reeking of decay and the stench of urine.

"Cure him."

"Let me die! Let me die! Commander!! Let me die!"

It was a hoarse wail, and the wounded struggled even more fiercely.

"Come on, go touch him! Touch him!" The middle-aged man pushed her back and pushed her toward the injured man.

"Bang...bang?"

Hesitantly, she reached out and lightly touched the wounded man's bleeding severed limbs with her fingertips—white light began to emanate from those bleeding cuts, and then little by little, the flesh and bone grew back.

"Commander! Look! His severed limbs have really grown back!"

The soldiers inside the tent all exclaimed in amazement. The wounded soldier stopped struggling in pain and was enveloped in a white light. When the light dissipated, his missing limbs were completely healed.

"Hmm... Go and bring more men!" The commander's drunken eyes were now wide open. He sat up straight, slammed his hand on the low table, and the deputy commanders and adjutants beside him all rushed out of the tent.

An adjutant went straight to the wounded soldiers' quarters at the rear of the military camp and briefly explained the strange events that had just occurred.

A burly man with a scarred face, one eye blind, and a missing arm stood protectively in front of the wounded soldiers. He roared impatiently, "A pathetic little girl! What can she possibly treat! Stop torturing us! We won't let her treat us!" "Squad Leader..."

Some of the wounded soldiers agreed with the man's words, some stared wide-eyed with curiosity, and others couldn't wait to squeeze forward and be the first to try it.

"Hey, don't make things difficult for me, squad leader. This is the commander's order, after all, and no one can disobey it, right? Everyone, hurry up and get over your injuries, wouldn't it be better to live a healthy life from now on?"

Even if the squad leader was unwilling, he couldn't disobey the military order. He could only lead his soldiers and follow his adjutant.

When the adjutant led them to the commander's tent, there were already hundreds of wounded soldiers gathered there, all waiting to be admitted for treatment.

Outside the tent, there were sighs and groans of pain, but as soon as they entered the tent, these sounds quickly disappeared.

"How old is the child? They're all crammed in here, it's really hard to see inside."

"It doesn't even look as tall as the wooden stakes outside."

"If my child were still alive, he would be this big by now."

"How could such a small child have any abilities?"

"I've heard about her, she's amazing!"

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, there were also wails of agony, distinct from those of suffering.

"I already said I won't get treatment! I'm going home tomorrow! Let me go! I won't get treatment!"

The man with a broken leg, leaning on crutches, kept trying to escape from the military camp, while several able-bodied soldiers pulled him back into the tent.

"Hey! Stop looking over there... What's so interesting about someone who's desperately homesick? Where's home anymore..."

Suddenly someone shouted again, "It's fully grown!"

The wounded soldiers, awaiting treatment, grew even noisier, shouting, "What? It's all grown back?"

"What?!"

"Hands! Arms and legs! They've all grown back!"

"real or fake!"

"You're still asking! It's true! Really true! Those guys who just went in, the ones from Cuizhuang and Chengcun, they'd had their legs and arms broken for over a year! But when they came out of the tent, they were completely healthy!"

The wounded squad leader who had refused treatment was quickly brought into the tent. As the white light enveloped him, fear suddenly flashed in his single eye.

Soon after, he emerged from the command tent, fully recovered.

"Squad Leader!" The wounded soldiers pulled him over to look him up and down, exclaiming in amazement, "Squad Leader, the scars on your face are gone! It's amazing!"

"Monster..." The squad leader dodged the soldiers' hands that were pulling and tugging at him.

"Huh? What kind of monster, squad leader?"

The squad leader shoved aside the wounded soldiers in front of him, gritting his teeth and kicking a low wooden stake beside him, his anger barely contained. "Those are all fucking monsters in there!"

After finishing his tirade, he turned and headed back towards his original tent. The other wounded soldiers, initially confused, gradually received treatment. (End of Chapter)