Li Shi, as soon as she entered the room, immediately detected a strong, fetid odor. Then she saw Ma Master and Qian Elder seated on either side of the bed, eyes closed, meditating. In the space between them, there was a basin of black, ink-like blood, from which the fetid smell emanated. Both masters appeared pale, clearly having expended considerable inner energy, as Frang had described. Li Shi instantly felt deep gratitude toward them. Though she herself was not skilled in martial arts, she had learned over time to appreciate the importance of not disturbing them, so she hurriedly slowed her pace, moving lightly to the bedside and gazing at the person lying there. To her delight, Li Elder was now sleeping soundly, the distress lines around his brows completely gone. Though his complexion remained slightly sallow, the dark mist had entirely vanished, and the toxic spots on his body were now merely faint, water-like impressions, almost imperceptible. It seemed the poison had been completely eliminated. Li Shi could hardly contain her joy and began to weep. After a while, she wiped away the traces of tears and realized she should have gone back to thank Han Li personally. So she gently stepped back toward the living room. But as soon as she reached the doorway, she was immediately surrounded by people, being questioned continuously, yet she couldn't see Han Li among them. She was somewhat surprised and quickly asked the others—Ma Rong and the others—what had happened. Upon hearing their accounts, Li realized that after Han Li had prescribed a tonic formula for her health, he had already bid farewell and vanished quietly, without staying any longer. Li remained silent for a while, but had already made up her mind: once her father-in-law recovered, she and her husband would personally visit to offer a generous thank-you for his life-saving kindness. Li herself did not notice that, besides the Han physician, one person was missing from the room—Lai Feiyu, who had always been closely by Zhang Xiu'er. By the side of a quiet, secluded path, under a dense, flourishing tree, Han Li, just having stepped out of Li Chang’s home, lay on the grass, head resting on his hands, idly examining the green leaves on a branch. When he had counted nearly a thousand leaves, a dark figure descended from the sky, swooping down at him with the grace of an eagle catching a chicken, appearing eager and furious, as if harboring deep resentment. "Hey! Stop it! Every time we meet, you're always ready to rush in and fuss—aren't I the one you're comparing me to, Zhang Xiu'er?" As soon as Han Li spoke, the dark figure spun gracefully in midair, landing lightly beside him with a most elegant posture—none other than Li Feiyu, who had just arrived. "Han Li, with your plain, unassuming appearance, how can you possibly compete with Miss Zhang Xiu'er? You're not just plain—this is pure coldness, isn't it?" Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu gave a rather displeased lift of her right foot, tapping Han Li lightly on the buttocks as a sign of reproof. After hearing this, Han Li rolled his eyes and then leapt up with a sudden motion like a carp jumping out of the water. "It seems our elder brother Li has decided to value beauty over friendship—what a poor choice I made in choosing companions!" "Stop wasting words! What exactly did you call me here for? I've finally managed to get a chance to approach Lady Zhang, only to see it go to waste like this. If you don't give me a reason I can accept, you won't make it past me!" Li Feiyu sounded deeply dissatisfied with Han Li's unexpected invitation. "Did I actually invite you here? Have I mentioned it to you personally?" Han Li deliberately acted as if he were completely surprised, exaggerating his reaction. "The way you looked at me when you arrived—winking and gesturing—anyone with even a little sense could have seen that. Don't beat around the bush! Unless there's something urgent, I really have to be going." Li Feiyu turned to leave, and Han Li found himself completely at a loss as to whether the scene was genuine or not. Han Li didn't intend to tease him any longer. Suddenly his expression changed, and he spoke seriously to Li Feiyu: "I'm not being overly verbose—as a friend, I'd like to ask: does Zhang Xiu know that you've been taking the Draw-Intestine Pills, which mean your life span is now only a few years?" Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu's face turned pale instantly, losing all color, and he remained silent for a long time. Han Li sighed inwardly, knowing no further questions were needed—the expression on Li Feiyu's face had already told the whole story. "Why did you have to wake me up alive?" Li Feiyu's tone was deeply sorrowful, and only after a long pause did he speak, his voice filled with pain. Han Li didn't answer Li Feiyu's question directly, but gently patted his shoulder to offer comfort. "You should have heard this before: the more you give in love, the greater the pain you'll endure," Han Li said finally, after Li Feiyu's emotions had somewhat stabilized—words that were both thoughtful and profound, leaving Li Feiyu momentarily stunned. "I pulled you out while you were still fresh, not yet deeply immersed, so that you'd suffer less pain later," Han Li added slowly. Li Feiyu stared at Han Li, her expression somewhat puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there something I'm missing?" Han Li, feeling a bit uneasy under Li Feiyu's steady gaze, quickly surveyed his own appearance. "You're not even that old—how can you sound so experienced in the world of love and romance? Do you actually have a romantic history?" Li Feiyu suddenly asked. "Of course not. All these words are from books. I thought they were quite meaningful, so I used them to comfort you." "Ah! That makes sense. I always thought, with my graceful, poised demeanor, I'd never fall behind you in matters of love and romance—having you speak so much about your insights. It turns out, it's all just theoretical!" Li Feiyu exhaled deeply, patting her chest repeatedly, as if genuinely startled. Han Li remained silent. This young man had recovered far too quickly—just a moment ago he was on the brink of death, now he was again cheerful and carefree. Indeed, he was quite emotionally volatile. Yet Han Li persisted, pressing on with relentless inquiry, asking, "Are you truly giving up Zhang Xiu'er? Do you remain unmoved when you see her being held in someone else's arms?" Lí Fēiyǔ's previously cheerful expression instantly turned cold and resolute. With a fierce, icy tone, he declared, "Whoever dares to touch Zhang Xiu'er with their hands—I'll cut off their claws!" "Whatever happens after my death, I no longer care. But while I am alive, Zhang Xiu'er shall be mine alone." His words seemed capable of turning anyone into ice.