Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

iness, she merely reminded, “All right, but don’t come back too late.
Remember to get some cloth on the way back, something fine like muslin.” Sighing, she glanced down at the baby girl – she had confirmed her gender just now – sleeping in her arms.

“I wonder which wealthy family this child’s from.
How could something so terrible happen to a newborn like her?” she muttered ruefully.
Clearly, the swaddling clothes wrapped around the child were expensive and did not belong to an ordinary family.
They were so fine that a mere branch was enough to snag them.

“Got it.
Then I’ll set out right now.
There’s no time to lose,” the hunter replied as he started toward the door.

“Wait!” His wife took a money bag from a cupboard and gave it to him.
“Bring more money with you.
If you don’t pay enough, no physician will want to come into the mountains.”

Scratching the back of his head, the hunter praised, “You’re as thoughtful as ever.” Taking the money bag, he strode out the door.

After seeing him off, his wife headed back indoors.

As she gazed at the boy lying unconscious in bed, compassion welled up in her heart.

This boy was just a teenager, but he was covered in wounds.

How did he get himself into such a state?

Although the hunter had cleaned him up, his upper body was naked and wrapped in bandages.

She stood for a while in the room, and seeing how soundly the baby girl was sleeping, she placed her next to the boy.

The hunter had left in the morning, and it was not until afternoon that he came hurrying back with a physician.

He was so thirsty that he grabbed a ladle and drank straight from the tank in the front yard.

The physician was unbothered, though he refused to drink unboiled water despite how thirsty he was.
He asked, “Where’s the casualty? Hurry and take me to him, or it’s going to get dark soon.”

The hunter quickly cast the ladle aside and led him into the house.

“Darling…”

The moment he called out, his wife emerged from inside the house with a finger on her lips.
“Keep your voice down.”

The hunter gave her a dorky grin, only dropping it when she shot him a look.
Turning sideways, he gestured for the physician to enter the house.