“All right, all right, if you want to take responsibility, then do it. Hurry up and help us apply the medicine and stop the bleeding,” Grace Bennett said. As long as I’m revived, I call the shots. Anyway, it’s just you saying you want to take responsibility—I never said I’d let you.

Ashley Carter didn’t say anything either. This could be considered tacit consent, or perhaps she simply didn’t agree to anything at all.

“Okay, right away!”

The boy put down his medicine basket, took out several herbs, broke them up, and chewed them in his mouth...

The two girls frowned. It seemed like he was going to mix his saliva with the herbs and apply it to their bodies—on those places, no less. This made them feel quite awkward.

However, at this moment, they didn’t say much, simply letting the boy do as he pleased. In fact, even if they wanted to stop him, they couldn’t—they were unable to move at all right now.

Fortunately, the boy wasn’t even fifteen yet. They could just think of him as a little brother...

At the moment, the age gap between the two girls and the boy was indeed a bit large, since the boy was still young.

Very soon, the boy tore open the girl’s clothes, revealing skin that could make someone’s nose bleed. Even more so was the girl’s current allure: torn clothes, snow-white skin—if not for the wounds, it would be even more nosebleed-inducing.

But the boy didn’t understand any of this yet. He was focused, doing what needed to be done: applying medicine, stopping the bleeding, and bandaging the wounds. He always carried bandages with him, since he often got hurt while gathering herbs in the mountains.

Still, applying medicine inevitably involved some skin contact, making the two girls blush. If their admirers saw this scene, the first thing they’d do would be to shout at the boy, “Let go of that girl!”

Then, they would relentlessly hunt the boy down. Even though he wasn’t yet fifteen, in their world, that age was already when boys became notorious flirts.

After the medicine was applied, the two girls immediately felt a cool sensation on their wounds and could tell the bleeding had stopped. The herbs seemed quite effective—no worse than the medicine they carried themselves.

Wait, we actually have our own medicine—why did we use his herbs? How careless!

“Little brother, your medicine seems pretty good,” Grace Bennett said. Now that her life was no longer in danger.

“It’s just a few common herbs. Mixing them together works a bit better—it’s my own secret recipe,” the boy said proudly.

“Is that so? You know a bit about medicine,” Grace Bennett said, while Ashley Carter simply closed her eyes, as if shutting out the world.

“I gather herbs, so of course I have to know,” the boy replied with a smile, revealing his white teeth. His smile was truly radiant.

This kid actually looks pretty good when he smiles, Grace Bennett thought to herself.

“How long were you standing nearby just now?” Grace Bennett asked. This question made Ashley Carter perk up her ears—they had no idea when the boy had approached.

“I came over right after you started fighting. You two are amazing—way better than Mike Clark from our village,” the boy said.

“After we started fighting? Why didn’t we notice? Were we too caught up?” The two girls were a bit puzzled, but actually, it was simple: the boy had already been gathering herbs nearby, and since he hadn’t cultivated inner energy, they couldn’t sense him.

When the boy said he came over, it was really just a short distance. He’d been farther away at first, and for the two girls, that spot was a blind spot. The closer something is, the easier it is to overlook. Plus, they were really engrossed in their fight, moving up and down, and the boy just happened to be out of their path.

The two girls also overlooked the Mike Clark the boy mentioned—probably just a country bumpkin, maybe strong in the countryside, but likely not even at the third meridian.

In fact, they were overestimating Mike Clark. At most, he was at the first or second meridian, maybe just the ninth level of the first. But in the boy’s village, even the fifth level of the first meridian was considered an expert.

Because the two girls moved in much higher circles, it was normal for them to overestimate.

“Let’s go,” the boy suddenly said after a while.

“Go? Go where?” The two girls were confused.

“Home, of course. Are you planning to recover here?” the boy said, then hoisted Ashley Carter onto his shoulder and prepared to do the same with Grace Bennett.

The boy was quite strong. Even though he hadn’t cultivated inner energy, he’d practiced the basics, so carrying two girls under a hundred jin each was no problem.

“Wait, put me down!” Ashley Carter immediately shouted, but she didn’t struggle—she didn’t have the strength.

“Don’t be shy. Now you’re my wives, so let’s go home,” the boy ignored Ashley Carter’s protest, picked up Grace Bennett as well, and strode quickly through the mountains as if walking on flat ground.

Grace Bennett didn’t say anything, because at this point, she knew that saying anything was useless. She might as well save her strength to recover her true energy sooner—then she could do whatever she wanted.

Ashley Carter seemed to understand this too, and said nothing more.