Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder — I Rise to Female Lead Through Hard Work Chapter 57: Ginseng

Yi Roujing took the bamboo from Ding Anmin’s hand and stuffed the sharp end into the little wolf’s mouth, "Anmin, blow air."

Although Ding Anmin was scared, she went over and blew, while Yi Roujing began performing CPR on the little wolf.

After pressing for a full five minutes, the little wolf on the ground started making whining sounds again. Yi Roujing relaxed her heart; as long as it can breathe, that’s a good sign. As long as the inflammation is controlled afterward, there won’t be a problem.

"Anmin, it’s done."

With puffed cheeks, Ding Anmin looked up dumbly. Yi Roujing pulled her up, then withdrew the bamboo, picked up the little wolf, and walked toward the cave.

"Hey, hey, are you crazy..." Ding Anmin was startled but quickly followed her decision; two people ant more assurance.

Although it was a wolf’s cave, it was surprisingly clean, and there was a small nest made of straw. Yi Roujing directly placed the little wolf atop it.

"We have to go now. I will co again tomorrow." Yi Roujing said to the head wolf who entered following them.

But when Yi Roujing tried to leave, the head wolf blocked the cave entrance; it didn’t want her to go.

A weak whimper attracted the head wolf’s attention. It approached the little wolf, lay down beside it, and gently licked the fur on the little wolf’s forehead, exceedingly tenderly.

"I will co tomorrow," Yi Roujing said again, turning back, then left resolutely with Ding Anmin.

Outside the cave, the wolves started howling, and a louder howl ca from inside the cave. Everything quieted, and Yi Roujing and Ding Anmin left without any hindrance.

"Is this real?" They had walked for quite a distance, but Ding Anmin still felt surreal, "Did we really leave? Do those wolves know you can save the little wolf? Maybe they’ve beco enlightened."

"You talked to the biggest wolf, and it seed to understand; that’s so amazing."

"Probably it didn’t understand," Yi Roujing replied with a smile.

"Huh?"

"But wolves are clever. Today, that head wolf’s attention wasn’t on us at all, and we gave its child breath. Everything has a spirit; we’ve helped it, so it’s protecting us from the pack’s attack as a form of return," Yi Roujing said seriously.

"Tomorrow I will co myself, you don’t have to."

"No way," Ding Anmin imdiately refused, "It’s safer for two people, besides, I helped you today."

"What if when we co tomorrow, the little wolf is already dead?" Ding Anmin suddenly thought of this possibility, "But it’s strange, you cut open the little wolf’s neck, how co it didn’t die but lived instead."

"Magic, isn’t it?" Yi Roujing replied with a faint smile, "You know my grandfather is a doctor, right? He had many books; I’ve read about this treatnt thod. When my grandfather was alive, he also taught quite a bit."

The original self indeed lived with her grandfather for a long ti. When she was young, her skin was poor, and her grandfather’s various herbal poultices and dicinal als helped adjust it. Her grandparents adored her imnsely; the dical books her grandfather treasured were open for her to flip through freely without rebuke, even if she tore them, her grandfather would repair them.

But after seeing her grandfather stay up all night repairing a book, she never tore one again.

Alas, now that they’re gone, Yi Roujing feels it’s a pity because her grandfather was a very accomplished Chinese dicine practitioner; his loss is everyone’s loss.

Yi Roujing also feels a bit guilty, crediting her dical skills to that elderly man.

"You learn and imdiately cut people’s...wolves’ necks!" Ding Anmin exclaid.

"If I didn’t cut it, maybe both of us would have been shredded," Yi Roujing said calmly and composedly.

"Wow, could you not be so deadpan when saying sothing so terrifying?" Ding Anmin said, goosebumps rising.

Being able to get away unhard today was unexpected for Yi Roujing. She always reserved an escape route out of habit, though fortunately, she didn’t need to use it.

In the original self’s mory, there was almost no such encounter, so Yi Roujing didn’t know she wasn’t eting the head wolf for the first ti. Of course, when they initially t, it wasn’t yet the head wolf but rather a little wolf, which her grandfather brought ho while gathering herbs on the mountain and treated for leg injuries before letting it return to the mountains.

"This isn’t the way down the mountain."

"We’ve been through all this; shouldn’t we find so treasure to comfort ourselves?" Yi Roujing retorted, "Besides, we won’t get any work points this afternoon."

"Right, you’re correct." Ding Anmin imdiately agreed, "We’ve been through such misery; if we don’t find so treasure, it’ll be a huge loss."

...

"What’s this?"

After wandering through the deep forest for quite a while without any results, just two minutes ago, Yi Roujing seed struck by lightning, froze for a mont, then dashed to a large tree, squatted down, and maintained the position.

When Ding Anmin stepped forward to look, she saw Yi Roujing’s front was a green plant with a cluster of red berries on top.

"Palm-shaped compound leaf, red fruits, I can’t be mistaken," Yi Roujing whispered excitedly, "Looks like it’s old, didn’t expect to find ginseng in the deep southern mountains."

"Huh?" Ding Anmin pointed disdainfully at the plant in front of Yi Roujing, "How could this be ginseng? Even if you haven’t seen one, you must have heard of it; ginseng has many fibrous roots, the roots can even save lives. This is just a plant, completely unrelated to ginseng."

Yi Roujing ignored her, gently used the tip of a sickle to scrape away the dirt, then dug with her bare hands.

Ding Anmin was wide-eyed, "Is ginseng buried like potatoes underground? Is this really ginseng?"

Ding Anmin also joined in digging.

"Whack—"

Yi Roujing slapped her hand away, "You said the root fibers save lives; I fear you’ll break several lives."

"Whatever," Ding Anmin muttered, but obediently stopped, though her eyes were glued tightly.

When the soil-yellow root was revealed, Ding Anmin’s eyeballs nearly popped from their sockets, "Seems like, seems like, kind of like."

"Exactly," Yi Roujing clicked her tongue, very patiently, slowly digging. She spent half an hour excavating an entire ginseng plant without breaking a single root.

"It’s about as thick as two of my fingers, likely fifty years, possibly a hundred years, maybe even longer," Yi Roujing was sowhat frustrated as she practiced both Western and Chinese dicine; influenced by her family, she had a better talent for Chinese dicine than ordinary people, but was still far behind the elders who could judge age at a glance.

"A hundred-year ginseng!" Ding Anmin gasped, "That’s more valuable than Lingzhi, right."

"Of course," Yi Roujing reached out to Ding Anmin, "Take out the cloth you wrap your sewing kit in."

Yi Roujing carefully wrapped the ginseng in the cloth, then tucked it in her bosom.

"Huh, using this to wrap the ginseng?" Ding Anmin regretted not bringing a clean piece of cloth, feeling it was desecrated by the cloth that had been in her pocket wrapping the ginseng.

"Let’s go ho, we need to hurry before it gets dark."

But by the ti Yi Roujing and Ding Anmin descended the mountain, it was already dark, and they both were quite disheveled.