Before Jiang Shouzhong could fully recover from his dazed state, a small boy shot out like a whirlwind from beside the bed.
The boy moved quickly, darting out of the door in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, the sound of soft footsteps gradually approached.
A young woman slowly stepped into the room.
The young woman's features were plain, unremarkable — the kind of face that would get lost in a crowd. A conspicuous birthmark adorned her neck.
Her clothes were simple and made of coarse fabric, designed plainly, making it clear she was an ordinary villager, living an unembellished life.
When her eyes fell on Jiang Shouzhong, she appeared timid, as if hesitant to come closer. She lowered her head and spoke in a barely audible voice:
"Sir, today when I went up the mountain to chop firewood, I happened to find you unconscious in the deep forest. I quickly went to ask Uncle Li for help, and we struggled a lot to carry you back..."
