Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Yun Qiaoqiao reached out and pulled out the small amulet hanging around her neck.

This was what her mother asked for for her before she left.

The life-saving pills that Sheng Sheng gave her were sewn into a lucky charm by her mother, which she wore around her neck every day, because her mother was afraid that she would lose them or not carry them with her.

She excitedly and quickly opened the amulet, revealing a small golden pill.

She quickly pinched Zhen Linqing's chin, stuffed the pill into his mouth, and then poured a mouthful of water down his throat.

In her dazed state, Zhen Linqing tasted a sweet and cool flavor mixed with a strange fragrance that was hard to describe.

He swallowed it with difficulty, and his mind cleared up instantly.

Her eyelids were so heavy she could barely open them, but she slowly opened them and asked in a muffled voice, "Qiaoqiao, what...did you give me to eat?"

He felt as if the pain all over his body had suddenly lessened...

Yun Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that he seemed to be feeling better.

"These are life-saving pills prescribed by Elder Li." Yun Qiaoqiao said this in a calm tone, but her fingers were trembling slightly.

Because she knew that taking medicine alone wouldn't be enough; she still needed to see a doctor.

When Tianlang heard that the medicine was given by Old Li, most of the gloom in his eyes dissipated.

Old Li, the divine physician Old Li, is a name known to everyone in the Great Xuan Kingdom who has served in the army or been wounded.

Tianlang sighed: "If it's Elder Li's medicine, then there's no problem."

"As long as there is still a breath left, someone can be saved."

"Now we just need to hold on until we get back. As long as we can find a way back to the Great Xuan Kingdom and find a good doctor, we can save our lives."

Yun Qiaoqiao thought so too.

Her only goal now is to bring Zhen Linqing back to the Great Xuan Kingdom alive.

For the next twenty days or so, they traveled at breakneck speed, day and night.

Apart from changing horses, replenishing rations, and evading inspections, the soldiers worked almost non-stop.

The pill's effects were indeed astonishing, pulling Zhen Linqing back from the brink of death.

But it was a serious injury that damaged the internal organs, and the bumpy journey caused the wound to tear and become infected repeatedly, with the area of ​​suppuration growing larger every day.

Later, Zhen Linqing was barely clinging to life, spending longer and longer periods in a coma and shorter and shorter periods in a conscious state.

Even when he occasionally opens his eyes, they seem unable to focus, and his lips are so dry and cracked that they look like land that has been parched for three years.

His face was so ashen that Tianlang couldn't help but check his breathing, and only after checking did he silently exhale.

Yun Qiaoqiao was incredibly anxious inside, like a swarm of ants were gnawing at her, but she remained frighteningly calm on the surface.

She changes Zhen Linqing's dressings regularly every day.

She used clean strips of cloth dipped in salt water to clean the festering areas, and each time she changed the dressing, the cloth strips would be stained yellowish-brown.

She changed while talking to Zhen Linqing.

"Brother Zhen, we're almost at the border."

"The weather is nice today, and the roads are easier to walk on than yesterday."

Seeing that Zhen Linqing had no reaction at all, Yun Qiaoqiao clenched her fists and her eyes reddened again.

She gritted her teeth and continued, "I don't know how my second sister is doing. If she saw you like this, she'd probably laugh at you for being so weak!"

"My second sister likes strong men!"

"If you were gone, believe it or not, in a few months, my father would find a good husband for my second sister, and she'd be married off very soon..."

"Then the couple lived happily together, and within three years they had two children..."

Although Zhen Linqing was not awake, her breathing was obviously rapid and her brows were furrowed.

Without even thinking, it's obvious that he's angry.

Yun Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up when she saw a reaction.

In the days that followed, Yun Qiaoqiao would constantly chatter in Zhen Linqing's ear about how well her second sister was doing in the capital.

She's grown even more beautiful over the years.

Many young noblemen were fond of her.

Many matchmakers came to propose marriage...

One day, Zhen Linqing was so angry that he woke up. Although he was too weak to speak, he stared at Yun Qiaoqiao with a very unpleasant look in his eyes.

After spending so much time together, Tianlang and Dilang became familiar with Yun Qiaoqiao. They naturally learned that Yun Qiaoqiao was actually a woman, Zhen Linqing's sister-in-law.

They were both amused and exasperated to see Yun Qiaoqiao constantly bringing up her sister in an attempt to provoke Zhen Linqing.

Especially when they heard Yun Qiaoqiao say that she was going to take her sister to a brothel, the two of them kept their distance, afraid of hearing something even more outrageous.

When they reached the border, the two countries were still at war.

Since the main roads were impassable, they had no choice but to cross mountains and valleys.

The rugged mountain road that Zhen Linqing took Yun Qiaoqiao to back then has now become their only route back to China.

The mountain road was already difficult to walk, and carrying a seriously injured and unconscious person on your back made the journey so slow that it was almost hopeless.

Tianlang and Dilang took turns carrying Zhen Linqing on their backs, each step taken with utmost care. When they encountered steep slopes, one of them had to pull from the front while the other pushed from behind.

Yun Qiaoqiao led the way, using her knife to cut through the vines and branches blocking her path. Her hands were covered in cuts from the thorns, but she didn't even bother to look down at them.

It took them another five or six days before they finally set foot on the land of the Great Xuan Kingdom.

The moment she returned to the military camp, Yun Qiaoqiao's legs were almost moving forward by inertia.

She rushed into the camp shouting, "Call the medic! Quickly, call the medic!"

Several military doctors were dragged and pulled to the Thousand Household Office to check on Zhen Linqing's condition.

Then everyone fell silent.

The leading military doctor, Wen, frowned and shook his head at Yun Qiaoqiao.

"It's not that I don't want to save them."

The old military doctor's voice was heavy, carrying a sense of helplessness born from years of witnessing death: "General Zhen's injury has been delayed for far too long. His intestines are rotting. If it were anyone else, they would probably be...sigh."

The other military doctors also shook their heads and sighed, each with an expression of "it's hopeless."

It's not that they weren't trying; they just had no other choice.

Military doctors specialize in the emergency treatment of knife and arrow wounds. When faced with seriously wounded soldiers with severe infections, internal organ damage, and whose condition has deteriorated significantly after more than twenty days, their only advice is to "prepare for the worst."

The news spread very quickly.

This time, the commander-in-chief Jiang Gongyuan and the defending general Yang Chengdu have arrived.

It wasn't just because Zhen Linqing had made great contributions, but also because of his status—Zhen Linqing was, after all, the heir of the Ming Prince.

Although the Prince Ming's family had been exiled before, they knew that they would be reinstated sooner or later.

They lingered by the bedside for a moment, looking at the handsome young man before them, their hearts heavy.

Finally, King Zhen Daoyuan also arrived.

This veteran, who had spent most of his life in the military, a man of imposing stature and a stubborn temper, looked as if something had ripped his bones out when he stood in front of his son's sickbed.

He didn't cry, he didn't beat his chest or stamp his feet. He just stood there looking down at his unconscious son, his eyes red and his lips trembling, but he didn't say a single word from beginning to end.

The forty-year-old man aged ten years in that moment.

Yun Qiaoqiao stood at the door, watching this scene, and felt as if someone had squeezed her heart...