Li Shi's eyelids were gently trembling, clearly indicating an intense internal struggle within him. After a brief moment, his tightly closed eyes opened, and he fixed his gaze firmly on the pills in Han Li's hands, his eyes blazing with fervor. Han Li said nothing further, simply pressed the pills into his mouth and watched him swallow them dry with his saliva. Only then did he slowly removed each silver needle inserted into his body. As all the needles were withdrawn, the effects of the pills began to take hold—Li Shi's pale complexion flushed with unusual warmth, gradually turning a deep crimson across his cheeks. His body then convulsed again, his hands and feet trembling, and he emitted low, deep groans. Though he tried hard not to appear embarrassed before Han Li and kept his voice subdued, the unbearable pain eventually caused him to shout out loud. Lisi's voice grew louder and his body trembled more intensely. After a long while, his roar gradually subsided until it completely faded away. His complexion regained its normal radiance, and his body stopped trembling, indicating that he had endured the most painful phase. Lisi slowly straightened himself, settled his feet in a lotus position, closed his eyes again, and remained motionless, meditating and regulating his breath. Han Li, on the other hand, found a clean rock and sat casually beside him, observing as Lisi restored his vital energy. Han Li's face remained unchanged, only his brow twitching slightly—something that went unnoticed unless one paid close attention. Li Shī, his expression slightly softened, still stared at Han Li with fierce intensity. "I already knew before I saved you that you would likely kill me to protect your secrets. I never expected, however, that you would act so swiftly." Han Li finally managed a苦笑, a touch of self-mockery now visible on his face. "Cough! Even if I recognized that saving you was merely adding to my own troubles, as someone who has studied medicine, I cannot simply stand by and watch someone die." Han Li sighed. Upon hearing this, Li Shī looked a little embarrassed, gently shifting the blade slightly away from Han Li's neck, though he did not fully withdraw it. Han Li breathed a quiet relief, his tone growing more composed. "You needn't worry that I'll tell anyone about your privacy—just look at me, and you'll see I'm not one to talk much. If you still feel uneasy, I can make a solemn oath. You'll notice I have no martial arts skills; if you ever find me breaking my word, you can easily defeat me." Han Li calmly proposed this suggestion. "Go ahead and make your oath," Li's senior brother replied promptly. Only then did Han Li feel completely at ease. Though he had already observed the elder's facial expression before treating him and believed him to be a man of gratitude and kindness, this couldn't be taken as absolute proof—what if, after all, he were a petty traitor who would repay kindness with betrayal? In that case, he would have no choice but to rely on his only protective means. Han Li thought of this and slowly shifted his fingers away from a small iron cylinder tucked inside his sleeve. After Han Li solemnly made his oath, Li's senior brother finally retracted his long blade and sheathed it. Han Li ran a hand over his neck, where a shallow cut from the sharp blade had left a slightly sticky trace. He felt a coolness spreading along his back, as though he had sweated profusely. "This time, it truly was quite perilous! I hadn't thought things through thoroughly enough. I must learn from this. From now on, I'll never again volunteer to do such laborious, unappreciated tasks—things that only concern others' lives and deaths, not mine." He felt a deep sense of relief and apprehension. "Unless there's a solid benefit and absolute confidence, I'll never intervene again." He resolved firmly in his heart. "As long as I'm still alive, if you need anything at all, just come find me—whenever I can help, I will." Li Xiang had fully regained his vibrant spirit from the cliffside, gathering all the scattered items that Han Li had retrieved and placed on the ground, before approaching him and sincerely introducing himself and making his promise. "I don't think I'll have any trouble bothering you. On the contrary, I suspect you've been quite busy yourself." Han Li smiled gently and asked in return. "How do you know that?" Li Feiyu was momentarily startled, somewhat surprised. "It's obvious to anyone—being a regular protector disciple, yet you're constantly overshadowed by so many hall masters, elders, and even the master's own favored students. How could you possibly enjoy a peaceful life?" Han Li pointed out directly. Li Feiyu's expression darkened, and he remained silent for a while. "I won't be involved in your affairs, nor can I manage them. But regarding the pain you've been experiencing from taking the Draw-Intestine Pills, I can certainly help ease it a bit." "Really?" Li Feiyu was stunned, the gloom on his face vanishing completely, replaced by a bright expression. It seemed clear that the pain from the marrow pills had been quite severe. "Why would I lie to you if I'm fine?" Han Li glanced at Li Feiyu, who certainly had such remedies to ease suffering—this one had been specially developed during his spare time while studying with Zhang Tie, and it significantly reduced the human perception of pain, proving highly effective. "This is absolutely wonderful! This is absolutely wonderful!" Li Feiyu excitedly rubbed his hands, eyes fixed on Han Li. "What's wrong with the way you're looking at me? I don't have this medicine here right now. I'd have to go back to Shenshou Valley to prepare it, and only then would it be ready." Li Feiyu felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this, having just threatened him with a knife moments before and now asking to return for the medicine. "Come to the gate of Shenshou Valley at noon tomorrow," Han Li said calmly, "I'll bring the medicine over once it's prepared. Currently, Doctor Mo isn't at home, so I can't let anyone else enter the valley casually." "Alright, I'll be there on time—thank you so much, brother." Li Feiyu quickly agreed, fearing he might change his mind. "I'm Han Li, a direct disciple of Doctor Mo. With your such high martial skill, you can just call me Han, your junior." Hearing him use such a warm term as "brother," Han Li promptly introduced his name to him, so as not to have him go on with even more affectionate titles.