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Xiao Ruo remembered when she was in the ruined temple in Anhe City, there was a time when the guard outside couldn't deliver water in time. She secretly took a bucket of stream water from the space to let her son wipe the wounds of those patients, and the next day, those patients with high fever had their fever reduced, and then the festering wounds on their bodies slowly healed.
Thinking of this, Xiao Ruo's eyes brightened, and she said excitedly, "Brother Fu, if things are really as I thought, the people of 'Yuanjun City' are saved!"
Fu Hanwen's expression relaxed, and he looked at her with gentle eyes, "I always knew you were a lucky star, wherever you go, you bring good fortune to those around you."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruo couldn't help but laugh and gave him a playful glance, "You're like an old woman selling watermelons, aren't you afraid someone will hear you?"
Despite saying this, the corners of Xiao Ruo's lips couldn't help but curl up.
