Moreover, it's very dangerous.
Ran Yan bit her lip, looked at her sister's belly, and resolutely shook her head, "And there's a serious toxic miasma along that route. Even Little White Face said he couldn't find the best antidote."
So that path can't be taken either?
Ran Qing felt a slight pain in her abdomen, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on her forehead. After reaching the border, the pain in her belly had initially subsided somewhat, but the past two days, hearing troubling news about the Xia Family Army, her emotions were excessively agitated, causing her belly to churn again.
"Madam, you..."
Zhen Xiuming, being a physician, knew that Ran Qing's condition was not good just by looking at her complexion. He hurriedly approached to perform a pulse diagnosis.
But Ran Qing casually waved her hand and smiled, "I'm fine. Mr. Zhen, could you possibly find the antidote to overcome the toxic miasma?"
"This..."
