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In the next few days, Zhang Jin became the guardian on the road to recovery for Han Che.
Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the bamboo curtains and sprinkled into the house, she would appear on time at the door of Han Che, holding freshly gathered herbs and spring water in her hands.
Han Che's residence is simple and warm, with animal skins hanging on the bamboo walls, symbolizing his bravery and the trust of his people.
The wooden bed is solid and sturdy, with soft and warm animal skins on top, revealing a hint of wildness and ruggedness while maintaining a cozy comfort.
The indoor air is fresh, with a faint scent of grass and wood, emanating from various dried herbs hanging in the corner, giving off a natural fragrance.
Han Che mother saw Zhang Jin and a warm smile appeared on her face: "Zhang Jin, you're here."
Zhang Jin responded with a warm smile and a hint of concern in his tone: "Good morning, Aunt You. I brought some fresh herbs from the mountains today. I believe they will help with Han Che's wound healing."
Aunt You replied: "You are such a good child. Since Han Che got injured, you've been coming here every day. Our Han Che is not so fragile, he can take care of himself well."
Upon hearing her mother's words, Zhang Jin gently shook her head and spoke with determination: "For the sake of protecting me, she got injured. This is what I should do."
Her words revealed care for " Han Che " and cherished the experience. This was not just about taking care of " Han Che," but also a bridge for emotional communication between the two.
Han Che's mother listened, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. She knew Zhang Jin's good intentions and also noticed Zhang Jin's special concern for Han Che.
So she didn't say anything more, just nodded gently, indicating that Zhang Jin could go in to see Han Che.
Zhang Jin entered the room quietly, her movements filled with respect and caution, afraid of disturbing the resting Han Che.
Despite Han Che's strength, the injuries this time were not light, requiring more rest and care to fully recover.
She first boiled the water, then added carefully selected herbs. As the medicine simmered, she used a damp cloth to wipe the Han Che forehead, helping to reduce the fever.
Han Che furrowed his brow at times, showing signs of both discomfort and relief.
During the process of boiling medicine, Zhang Jin's thoughts drifted along with the steam. She recalled the days in this tribe, each filled with new learning and challenges. And now, being able to take care of Han Che, she felt a sense of unprecedented fulfillment and satisfaction.
When the medicine was ready, Zhang Jin carefully poured it into a bowl and brought it to the bedside of his Han Che mother after it had cooled slightly. His Han Che mother, a gentle and strong woman, was also in the room at the time, her eyes filled with gratitude towards Zhang Jin.
"Slow down, this medicine is strong," Zhang Jin reminded in a soft voice, watching him drink the medicine carefully.
The wound of Han Che needed to be re-bandaged, a process that required great patience and carefulness.
Zhang Jin let Han Che lie on the bed, gently removing the old bandage to reveal the still swollen but healing wound.
She carefully cleaned the wound with warm water, her movements gentle and focused, afraid of causing Han Che any unnecessary pain.
Han Che Lying there, he could feel Zhang Jin's gentle touch on his back, a sensation that brought peace to his mind.
His back muscles involuntarily tensed for a moment, but then relaxed, because he trusted her.
Zhang JinEvenly sprinkle the freshly ground herbs on the wound, then carefully secure it with a new bandage.
Throughout the whole process, her brow was filled with concentration and tenderness.
Han Che Turn to Zhang Jin, with a hint of imperceptible worry in her eyes: "Zhang Jin, during this time, you have spent a lot of effort taking care of me. You should also take a good rest."
Zhang Jin smiled slightly, with a relaxed expression on her face: "I will, but I hope to see you recover soon."
Han Che's eyes flashed with determination: "That's for sure, I also hope to return to the tribe as soon as possible and fulfill my duties."
Zhang Jin turned to leave, knowing that Han Che needed rest, and she also needed time to sort out her thoughts.
All that has happened recently has deepened her feelings for this land, its people, and the Han Che.
She gently says to Han Che, "Rest now, I'll come see you again tomorrow."
Han Che nodded, his eyes following Zhang Jin's figure until she disappeared through the door.
The room returned to tranquility, but Han Che's heart was in turmoil. He knew that to him, Zhang Jin was no longer just a lifesaver; she had become irreplaceable in his heart.
Han Che The mother stood quietly to the side, watching everything. A hint of deep thought flashed in her eyes. She could see that the young woman's concern for her son far exceeded ordinary friendship.
She smiled slightly, thinking to herself, perhaps this is the destined fate.
During this time, Zhang Jin has been like a loyal guardian, tirelessly preparing and changing medicine for Han Che every day. Her attentive care has helped Han Che's wounds gradually improve.
Han Che's mother, a woman equally respected in the tribe, watched Zhang Jin's every move with a heart full of gratitude and complex emotions.
One day, when Zhang Jin delicately applied freshly ground herbs to Han Che's back wound and carefully secured it with a new bandage, Han Che's mother made a decision to act.
The girl's concern for her son has surpassed ordinary friendship, and she has also noticed the special affection her son has for Zhang Jin.
The mother, with a Han Che mind, left the room with a decision. She found Yun Yan and his parents, preparing to bring up an important issue - the Bridal Sacrifice Ceremony six months later.
Yun Yan The father spoke first: "Elder You, what do you need to talk to us about?"
Han Che The mother looked directly at them and said firmly, "I want to discuss the upcoming sacrifice ceremony in six months with you."
Yun Yan's mother seemed somewhat uneasy on this Yun Yan, as if she knew what Elder You wanted to say: "What's there to say? Didn't the high priest say it? Zhang Jin can replace Yun Yan for the sacrifice."
Han Che's mother shook her head, her eyes determined: "No, Zhang Jin cannot become the bride of the sacrifice. This goes against our traditions, and it's not fair to her."
Yun Yan's father frowned, "So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that Yun Yan must personally complete this ritual, or you can find someone else to do it," Han Che's mother stated firmly.
Yun Yan The mother's emotions were stirred: "How is this possible? Where can we find a suitable candidate now?"
"This is your responsibility, not mine," said the mother with an unmistakable air of authority in her Han Che voice.
Yun Yan The father appeared anxious: "But this will make our daughter a sacrifice!"
"Instead of personal sacrifice, you should care more about the safety of the tribe," Han Che the mother responded without backing down.
Yun Yan stood aside and finally spoke, "Elder You, are you doing this for your son? Just because your son has taken a liking to Zhang Jin."
The mother of Han Che turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife, " Yun Yan, you should understand, this has nothing to do with Han Che, this sacrifice ceremony is our tribe's affair."
Yun Yan The mother cried, "We only have one daughter. Elder You, as a parent yourself, you must give us a solution!"
Han Che The mother fell silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I will help you find someone during this time, but not Zhang Jin."
"Her father angrily slammed the table: 'This is unfair! Why can't she?'
'Because she is innocent, she should not be sacrificed for our tribe's tradition,' her mother's voice in Han Che revealed an unmistakable determination."
The mother of Yun Yan sat down in despair, trembling, and said, "What about our daughter? Isn't she innocent?"
The mother of Han Che walked over to the mother of Yun Yan and spoke in a softer but still firm voice.
"I understand your pain, I am also a mother, and I can empathize. But we cannot let emotions cloud our judgment. Zhang Jin is not one of our tribe, she should not bear such responsibility."
The father of Yun Yan is furious: "So our daughter should bear it? Just because she was born in this tribe?"
Han Che The mother stood up straight, her eyes determined: "We all know the importance of this ritual. We cannot change the rules because of personal emotions. I will do everything I can to help you, but we must find a suitable solution."
Yun Yan The mother, with tears in her eyes, said, "A suitable solution? Is there really no other way?"
Han Che The mother gently held her hand: "Our tribe has gone through thousands of years, experienced countless difficulties, but we have always been united. This time will be no exception, we will find a way."
Yun Yan The father fell silent, weariness and helplessness evident in his eyes: "So, what should we do now?"
Han Che The mother of the tribe replied, "We need to convene a tribal meeting to discuss all possible options."
Yun Yan Suddenly spoke up, "If there really are no other options, I will volunteer."
The statement stunned everyone in the room. Yun Yan's parents turned to him in panic, their eyes filled with fear.
Yun Yan's mother exclaimed urgently, "You can't! You are our only daughter."
Yun Yan Looking at them, with a determined look in their eyes: "I am a member of the tribe, and I should also take responsibility. If this can protect our people, I am willing."
Han Che The mother looked at the young man, a hint of respect flashing in her eyes: " Yun Yan, your courage is admirable."
Yun Yan's father saw the determination of Elder You, knowing that the hope was slim, but still spoke in the end: "Then let's convene a tribal meeting... we will listen to the opinions and decisions of the last of our people."
The conversation ended, but it left behind a heavy atmosphere.
Yun Yan A family, their eyes filled with regret and helplessness, while the Han Che mother is firm and decisive, her position clear - no matter what, Zhang Jin cannot become a sacrifice.
Han Che's mother left the room with unsteady steps, leaving behind a heavy and silent atmosphere.
Yunmu turned around, her gaze gentle but tinged with a hint of reluctance, and softly asked, " Yun Yan, have you really thought this through?"
Yun Yan Lifting her head, the determination in her eyes couldn't hide the struggle in her heart: "Mother, no matter if I have truly thought it through, the outcome has already been decided. If I don't become the sacrifice bride, how will the people of the tribe look at you, my parents..." Her voice gradually lowered, revealing a hint of helplessness.
Mica's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling as she said, "My dear daughter, why did the hundred-year bride sacrifice have to choose you." The family embraced each other, unable to speak for sobbing.
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