This allowed Officer Han to understand that she was not exaggerating, and that she truly could cure the disease! After leaving the mansion, Dong Huiying was preoccupied with too many thoughts, her mind cluttered and chaotic, appearing absent-minded. Suddenly, Liang Zhichen abruptly grabbed her arm, pulling her into his embrace. His heartbeat was rapid, thunderously loud. Dong Huiying was a bit stunned, his breath enveloping her. It was then that she heard a series of horseshoe and carriage wheel sounds. "Baobao..." He forcefully suppressed the panic in his heart. To see more clearly, he pulled off his hat, then looked her up and down to ensure she was unharmed. She pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the carriage ahead. The still-alarmed Liang Zhichen also looked in that direction, and upon seeing the insignia on the carriage, a dark frenzy suddenly surged in his eyes. At that moment, a street vendor pointed at the carriage and started to gossip, "Look, that’s a carriage from the He Mansion!" "Owner He has come back, but strangely, he has contracted some bizarre disease. I heard from the servants in his mansion that He Su, the owner, his skin is rotting away inch by inch, constantly oozing pus, and carrying a nauseating, vomit-inducing stench. Recently, he has been searching everywhere for a famous doctor." Liang Zhichen suddenly went rigid. He Su, she actually wasn’t dead? Originally, when Su Lang had abandoned He Su in the wilderness, her hands and feet bound with ropes, it was assumed that her inevitable fate would be death. Yet, unbeknownst to him, she had such a strong will to live, she hadn’t died! While Liang Zhichen was stunned, a small hand grabbed his arm. When he looked down, he saw Dong Huiying with a profound expression, though her face was unreadable in terms of joy or anger. She moistened her throat and then tightened her grip on his arm, "She isn’t dead, He Su hasn’t died!" As if possessed, after uttering those words, she dashed towards the carriage. Liang Zhichen, sensing trouble, chased after her. He caught up with her from behind, hugging her tightly, not letting her break free from his embrace. Dong Huiying struggled, her eyes already bloodshot. "Liang Zhichen, let me go!" This was the first time she had spoken to him with such a tone. She tore at him, her innate divine strength making her momentarily lose measure, and suddenly she heard him grunt. Under her pushing and pulling, his arm had been dislocated. She stopped, hesitant to move, but kept murmuring, "Let me go, why are you stopping me... It’s her, why hasn’t she died? Why are you stopping me?" She cupped her face with her hands, sobbing softly. She had thought that He Su had already died in the wilderness, but now... "I know," his heart ached, he too craved revenge, but... "Murder calls for a life, do you realize? Do you know what I’m thinking right now? I want to take her to the mountains, I want her to experience being dismembered by wild beasts! But, Baobao, He Su is backed by the Jun City Tie Family, and us..." He swallowed the bitterness in his throat. "I understand your thoughts, and I share your feelings, she’s like an ulcer in our hearts. If we want to dislodge her, no matter how we feel right now, we must proceed cautiously! Otherwise, with her background, any direct confrontation would be futile, like fetching water with a bamboo basket! My own life, I can disregard, but do you understand? If... if my death is worthless, has no meaning, if after I die, my enemy is still at large, that would be the most powerless feeling!"