She could not have cared less whether it was the Jin Clan or a Divine Doctor. As far as she knew, the Jin Clan had been annihilated long ago—perhaps even before her own death. If there were any survivors left, it would have surprised even him. But obviously, those words could not be spoken aloud. She had already interfered more than she should have; the least she could do now was help that child. Judging by his voice, he was clearly the same age as her current body.
"You don't know him?" the boy asked, his voice filled with obvious surprise.
"I don't," she replied patiently as she moved one of the wounded men who was groaning in pain.
"Kido… please, I don't have much time left. My wife is pregnant. Give her this…" the man said, placing a pouch into Lin Wuyue's hands with trembling fingers.
"That won't be necessary. I'll check your condition," she said calmly.
She set the pouch aside, took the man's trembling wrist into her palm, and injected her internal energy into his body.
The moment her energy entered him, she could clearly see his energy channels and internal injuries. She immediately noticed a sword wound in his chest.
Reaching into her own bag, she took out a silver needle and infused it with her internal energy, shaping it into a thread of energy. She tore open the man's robes, exposing the wound.
"What the hell are you doing—!"
The boy was about to scold Lin Wuyue, but the words died in his throat.
What he witnessed next was unbelievable.
Lin Wuyue was stitching the man's chest wound.
She had no proper resources and had not even begun cultivating, despite being only seven years old. Meanwhile, he himself—also seven—was doing his best to help the wounded using only a needle and thread salvaged from the remains of the carriage.
Yet this girl, who was probably the same age as him, was stitching the wound using spiritual energy, placing the sutures perfectly—just like his master did.
No…
She might even rival his master.
"Bring me bandages," Lin Wuyue said, turning her head toward him and snapping him out of his thoughts. "I know you're doing everything you can to save them, but if there's even a chance, we have to try."
The boy swallowed hard and quickly ran off to fetch bandages.
Hearing his footsteps fade away, Lin Wuyue smiled faintly and lowered her head, touching the wound. She had already finished stitching it.
"I couldn't disinfect it properly with what we have. There's a chance of infection, but you'll be safe for now."
"Thank you… thank you so much…" the man said through tears.
He had already given up hope when the boy said he couldn't help him. He was the beloved disciple of the Divine Doctor, White Dragon—if he couldn't save him without his master present, then who could?
By then, the boy came running back with the remaining bandages.
"I'm sorry, I took too long!"
Lin Wuyue didn't mind. She quickly wrapped the wound and moved on to the next patient—someone the boy had been unable to help with the limited tools he had.
She wasn't a god.
Even after examining all the wounded, she couldn't save everyone. Some died… but others survived.
"We need to move them somewhere safe," the boy said anxiously. "Please help me set up a camp. I can't do it alone, and the carriage we had is burning."
He was clearly overwhelmed. He was being trained to become a physician and had some basic survival knowledge, but it wasn't enough to handle everything on his own.
Lin Wuyue felt a headache coming on, but she couldn't just leave the boy behind.
"Will someone come for them?" she asked.
"Yes. Definitely," the boy replied quickly. "There was an escort group traveling a little behind us. We're on the same route—they'll come. My master will come too. We can take you with us if you're headed in the same direction."
That immediately put Lin Wuyue in a good mood.
If there was a carriage, she wouldn't have to jump around everywhere, and the sunlight wouldn't make her as dizzy.
Still, she didn't agree right away. Placing her hands on her hips, she asked calmly,
"If this carriage was attacked, how do you know they won't attack the one your master is in?"
The boy bit his lip, then replied firmly,
"They won't. The escort is much larger—and my master is a powerful martial artist. Nothing will happen to them."
Those bandits were just bandits. This carriage had rushed ahead to deliver medicinal herbs, which was why it had been attacked first.
"…Is that so?" Lin Wuyue said. "Then let's set up the camp."
The boy nearly jumped for joy. He had been terrified of having to do everything alone.
Without delay, he led Lin Wuyue to the branches and cloth they could use. Thinking she was blind, he carefully explained every step of what he was doing.
She didn't mind and let him do as he pleased.
"By the way," the boy asked, "what's your name?"
"I don't have one," she replied without hesitation.
It was true. She didn't have a name yet—and she had no intention of making one up like she had with Feng Wu and Lin Yuan.
"Huh? Are you messing with me?" the boy exclaimed. "We're probably the same age—how could you not have a name?"
"Why do you think we're the same age?" Lin Wuyue asked, clearly amused.
"Y-you—"
He pointed at her, his small face turning red, but he couldn't finish his sentence.
"Hmm? Me?"
"Then… how old are you?" he asked reluctantly.
"I won't tell you. Why would I?" she replied teasingly.
The boy clenched his teeth and muttered angrily,
"I just wanted to know your age! It's not like I want to marry you or anything!"
"Oh?" Lin Wuyue smiled. "Marry me? You wish."
That was the last straw.
"Of course I don't want to marry you!" he burst out, throwing a tantrum. "Why would I want to marry another kid?! Are you crazy?!"
He turned around, pretending to ignore the little brat.
The little "brat" did everything she could to keep herself from laughing out loud.