Shui Yunqing had known since she was a child that she was destined to die for Shenzhou.
But this moment had arrived much sooner than she had anticipated.
She did have regrets, mainly that there were many unexplored areas of medicine she had yet to step into, many complex diseases she had yet to resolve and study.
Time was pressing, and there were even more people waiting for her.
Shui Yunqing had only had time to hurriedly bury Huo Jingyu before she once again spurred her horse and left the sand-swept lands beyond the Great Wall.
Ye Wanlan could see that along Shui Yunqing's hurried journey, countless corpses had been trampled under the hooves of her horse.
And not long ago, this had been a bustling city.
In the blink of an eye, it had become a ghost town.
Shui Yunqing's expression became increasingly grim. Clenching her teeth, she whipped her horse and sped up until she finally encountered living people after arriving at a small town.
