She handed one of the bundles back to Hong Xiangjun and swiftly stuffed a roll of rag into Liang Yuening’s mouth. Afterward, she pulled out a dagger and carved a cross into the wound on Liang Yuening’s shoulder, finally digging out the barbed arrowhead. During this process, Liang Yuening, who had been unconscious, was awakened by the pain. But clearly, he was delirious, his face covered in cold sweat, and with a rag stuffed in his mouth, he could only let out faint muffled sounds. Dong Huiying looked troubled as she applied the ointment and sprinkled the powdered medicine over the wound before binding it up. Then, with a complex expression, she looked at Liang Yuening and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "It’s all right now, all right, the pain will subside soon. You should sleep again, get some good rest!" Liang Yuening gave her a scattered look, with the focus gradually leaving his eyes. He passed out once more. Meanwhile, Dong Huiying tidied everything up. She strapped the small bundle over her shoulder and then hoisted Liang Yuening onto her back. To prevent his body from sliding down, she tied a piece of clothing around his hands and feet, making him hang off her like a koala. Dong Huiying’s appearance at that moment was quite comical, and Hong Xiangjun clicked her tongue in amazement. Hong Xiangjun asked, "Are we moving out now?" Dong Huiying, through clenched teeth, said, "I’m going to get you and Liang Yuening off the mountain first. You take him to Jun City later. I’ll come over and meet up with you afterward." Hong Xiangjun was dumbfounded, "No way, did you forget that I’m a woman?" "So what if you’re a woman?" Hong Xiangjun pointed at Liang Yuening on Dong Huiying’s back, "Cough! You’re actually letting your man go away with me? Are you really okay with that? Don’t you care at all about your man’s reputation?" Dong Huiying raised an eyebrow and said, "If you dare touch a finger on him, I’ll slit your throat. Don’t believe me? You can try." Hong Xiangjun was speechless and felt a chill on her neck at the same time. She thought to herself how this was truly a thankless task. "What about you? You’re not coming with us, what are you going to do?" Dong Huiying rolled her eyes, "So much nonsense, hurry up, let’s go down the tree." Dong Huiying, carrying Liang Yuening on her back, ran like mad all the way, with Hong Xiangjun panting heavily behind her. She wondered how Sister Xiao Dong, so petite and skinny, could have such good stamina, and unbelievably strong strength at that. She didn’t envy her usually, but now, as she ran out of breath, and saw that the other, despite carrying someone, seemed not to struggle at all—her cheeks were a bit redder, perhaps, but still faring much better than herself. All kinds of envy, jealousy, and resentment were fermenting in Hong Xiangjun’s heart at that moment. Dong Huiying, unaware of Hong Xiangjun’s inner thoughts, just kept a vigilant watch over the surroundings to prevent being targeted by an archer or discovered by thieves, which might bring more pursuers and so on. It was almost down the mountain when she saw a long line of defense from a distance. These mountain bandits and thieves seemed to be very afraid that the three of them might really escape, as it looked like they were deliberately blocking the path. Moreover, in all directions, they had strung up several ropes and each person was armed with a bow and arrows. The moment the three of them appeared, they would certainly be shot into a wasp’s nest. Dong Huiying’s face darkened. She cursed through gritted teeth, and at this moment, she thought again of the Master, suspecting that this was definitely another one of his despicable tricks. And at that moment, from afar, came the sound of horse hooves.