Austin couldn't answer my question, so I had no choice but to go find Jason.

In my previous life, I went down to Watson to find medicine to heal Austin's injuries, and I ran into Jason, who was also looking for the same medicine.

The Evans family, four generations of powerful lords, was undeniably the most prestigious family in the world, dominating Ramirez during this time of chaos.

Jason, the illegitimate son of the Evans family, was born frail and never earned the affection of his father, the head of the Evans family. His brothers bullied him. As a child, an accident caused by his older brother left him crippled.

In his quest to cure his disability and fight for the position of family head, Jason secretly sought doctors everywhere, but without success.

I first met Jason at Powell Mountain.

The herb was called Powell Grass, and it grew at the peak of Powell Mountain. In my previous life, I almost fell off a cliff trying to gather it, but Jason's people saved me.

That herb was crucial to him; it was the missing ingredient in the prescription for his leg treatment. Yet, he gave it to me, so I could save Austin.

I felt guilty towards him. After healing Austin's wounds, I willingly stayed by his side for six months as his doctor. During those six months, I combed through ancient texts, performing acupuncture and massages day and night. After much hardship, I finally cured his leg condition.

But later, I found out that he had always known the treatment for his leg was ineffective and that the herb wasn't essential. He had just used me.

In this life, without Austin dragging me down, I arrived two months earlier at Powell Mountain in Watson.

I picked the Powell Grass and opened a pharmacy at the foot of the mountain, patiently waiting for Jason to arrive.

Jason arrived in late spring.

The peach blossoms in front of my pharmacy had withered, scattered across the ground.

The Evans family's guard knocked politely on my pharmacy door. "We've heard your shop carries a medicine called Powell. My master is seriously ill and urgently needs this medicine. How much are you selling it for?"

I stepped out from the back room and opened the door. My gaze drifted past the guard, landing on the person sitting under the peach tree in the wheelchair in the distance.

The fallen petals settled on Jason's white robe, like pink blossoms staining a jade stone.

"This medicine won't cure his leg condition."

My voice wasn't too loud or too soft, just enough for Jason to hear.

He looked up at me with gentle eyes.

"I have a better method to heal your leg. Do you trust me?" I smiled softly at Jason and invited him inside.

"Master, no." The guard spoke up to stop him, but Jason waved him off.

He was so desperate to heal his legs that, even if there was a risk, he was willing to try.

The guard fell silent and wheeled Jason toward the door, but I stopped them. "Only the master can come in with me."

Jason's eyes flickered, but the gentle smile remained on his face. "Enzo, stand down."

He was too eager to heal his legs.

I smiled, closing the door behind me, shutting out the faces on the other side.

"Jason, are you ready?

This time, I will be the one to save you."