Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Ye Chen was carried out of the Old Ferry Temple by Han Song.

Ye Chen had very little strength left in his body and was extremely weak; even the fingers gripping the sword hilt were loose.

The withered sword hung halfway at his side, its tip dragging across the broken tiles and shallow water, leaving a broken, shallow mark.

The night fog had dissipated considerably, and a very faint layer of gray shone through the eastern sky.

The river breeze carries the scent of water plants and mud, as well as a faint, pure fragrance of magnolia.

In his dazed state, Ye Chen thought he was dreaming, as if he could smell the fragrance under the tree at the old Meixi residence again.

"Hang in there. There are people waiting in the valley."

Han Song's voice was tense, and he dared not slow down his steps.

Aygul led the way, with the ghost servant and the five shadows protecting her on either side.

Song Tiezhu led his men to circle north, heading ahead to meet Jiang Ruoxi.

Ye Chen wanted to make a joke, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with a wet cotton ball, so he could only hum in response and then close his eyes again.

When we arrived at Medicine King Valley, it was just beginning to get light.

Jiang Ruoxi was indeed standing under the old tree at the entrance of the valley, wearing a very old coat and her hair was half wet with dew.

She saw Han Song carrying Ye Chen out of the fog. He stood there motionless for a couple of seconds before rushing over as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.

Jiang Ruoxi wanted to hug him, but when she saw that he was covered in blood, she stopped halfway through reaching out and only touched his face with trembling hands.

Ye Chen half-opened his eyes and smiled very lightly at her: "Wife, I'm not dead yet, don't cry."

Jiang Ruoxi didn't say anything, but tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't stop them.

She followed Han Song and the others inside, her hand gripping Ye Chen's drooping hand tightly, as if afraid it would slip away if she let go.

Su Qinghan had prepared the medicine shed well in advance, knowing that Ye Chen would definitely get injured.

Ye Chen was placed on a bamboo couch. Su Qinghan cut open his clothes and washed his wounds, applied medicine, and sealed his acupoints one by one.

Her expression remained unchanged, only occasionally furrowing her brow.

Jiang Ruoxi stayed by her side without leaving for a moment, handing her medicine, scissors, and water. Her eyes were terribly red, but she didn't flinch.

Ye Chen was half-asleep, trembling with pain several times, mumbling "Ruoxi" and "Master" incoherently.

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghan continued working, only muttering under her breath, "You brat, you're already so badly injured, and you still won't stop. Can you please stop causing trouble like this?"

Su Qinghan's voice trailed off with a slightly hoarse tone, her eyes filled with pity.

Ye Chen finally fell asleep around noon.

He was seriously injured, with seven or eight external wounds, the most serious of which was on his right shoulder, so deep that the bone was visible.

Fortunately, the heart meridian was not damaged, otherwise it would have been difficult to handle.

Su Qinghan said that Ye Chen was seriously injured and would have to stay in Medicine King Valley for at least a month.

In his dazed state, Ye Chen heard a month, his lips moved as if he wanted to refute, but ultimately he lacked the strength, only managing to utter two extremely soft syllables: "Ruoxi, the company..."

Su Qinghan pressed a hot towel to his forehead and said coldly, "Ruoxi is in the company. You should focus on saving your life first."

Jiang Ruoxi sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand, burying her face in his palm, without saying a word.

Jiang Ruoxi was exhausted, but she still refused to leave, wanting to see Ye Chen recover.

That evening, Ghost Servant and Five Shadows also finished treating their wounds.

The five shadows did not stay in the valley. They only stood by Ye Chen's bedside for a moment and said to Jiang Ruoxi, "Miss Jiang, I have repaid his life. If fate allows, we will meet again in the martial world."

Jiang Ruoxi stood up to thank him.

Wu Ying waved his hand and turned to walk outside.

She stopped at the door, glanced back at Ye Chen on the bamboo couch, and said in a very soft voice, "You married a good man."

After saying that, he left the room and never looked back.

When Ye Chen woke up, it was already dusk the next day.

He opened his eyes and saw a very rich sunset outside the bamboo window, which dyed the entire medicine hut a warm gold.

Jiang Ruoxi fell asleep by the bedside, her breathing very light, still clutching the red rope in her hand.

Ye Chen looked at her for a long time. The domineering CEO he met at the beginning also had a tender side and was not as cold as the legends said.

Then he slowly raised his uninjured hand and very gently tucked the hair that was hanging down to the side of her face behind her ear.

Jiang Ruoxi woke up abruptly, raised her head, and met his eyes.

The two stared at each other in silence. After a long while, Jiang Ruoxi finally said in a hoarse voice, "Ye Chen, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"

Ye Chen smiled, a smile softer than the sunset: "Wife, I had a dream. I dreamt that you were waiting for me at the valley entrance, waiting until your hair turned white."

Jiang Ruoxi slapped him, but was afraid of touching his wound, so her hand fell as lightly as a feather.

Jiang Ruoxi said, "Ye Chen, if you dare to do this again, I'll tie you to the bed and you won't be allowed to go anywhere."

Ye Chen grabbed her hand in return, his voice still weak from his injuries: "Wife, you don't need to tie me up anymore, I can't go anywhere right now."

Jiang Ruoxi burst out laughing, and tears streamed down her face.

She laughed fiercely yet embarrassedly, and finally buried her face in the blanket, leaving only her two bright red ears showing.

A few days later, Mei Changjin was able to get out of bed and walk around.

He leaned on a bamboo cane and slowly moved into Ye Chen's room, sitting by the window watching them, his eyes glistening with tears.

Jiang Ruoxi was changing Ye Chen's dressing. Ye Chen was wincing in pain, but insisted that he was fine.

Mei Changjin looked at him and suddenly said, "Ruoxi, when your mother changed your father's dressings back then, your father was like this too. He was in so much pain that he kept crying out, but he still insisted that he could fight again. Your father was injured on his left shoulder. Every time, he would lie to your mother and say that his right shoulder was the one that hurt. Then your mother would press the ointment hard on his left shoulder."

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and his eyes reddened as he laughed.

Jiang Ruoxi smiled and rested her head on Ye Chen's shoulder. At this moment, Jiang Ruoxi showed no domineering or authoritative air of a beautiful CEO; she was just a little woman leaning on her lover's shoulder.

The medicinal herb fields outside the window were a vibrant green, and a few mountain birds flew past the house, as if carrying away the shadows of those old days.

As time went by, Ye Chen's injuries gradually healed.

Su Qinghan still kept a straight face as she prepared and changed their medicine, but occasionally Jiang Ruoxi would pull her to the courtyard to see the newly blooming angelica.

Song Tiezhu and Han Song returned to Jiangcheng several times and brought the matter of the remnants of the Blackwater tribe to a close.

Qiao San also called to say that everything was stable in the provincial capital and that Ye Chen should take good care of himself and not rush back.

Ye Chen agreed verbally, but in his heart he was already planning how to brag to He Jianping and the others about the journey after returning to the Jiang Group.

Ye Chen knew that the poisonous tree of Blackwater had finally been uprooted.

There may be some embers left, and some small fry that slipped through the net, but they won't cause any more trouble and won't pose a real threat to Jiang Ruoxi.

The old debts have been cleared.

The old friends have returned.

The wind of Medicine King Valley, having carried the sorrows and longings of three generations, has finally reached them.

But they still have a long way to go.