Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1266 - 561: Picking Someone Up_2

Years have flown by since that moment...

Regarding this pair with an age gap, others might harbor private opinions, but they keep them buried deep and never dare utter them aloud.

The man whose head got shattered by the Foolish Underworld’s captain just before serves as a stark warning.

Should Divine Doctor Ding now demand the slaughter of all these physicians, barring maybe Miracle Doctor Mo and a handful more, the Foolish Underworld captain could very well carry it out on the spot.

That fellow now obeys Divine Doctor Ding’s every command without question.

"Husband, did you come to fetch me?"

Ding Hui shot Fang Yu a playful wink from a distance.

While staying alert to the surrounding crowd, Fang Yu hurried over to Ding Hui, especially wary of Song Zhenrong. From this range, none of the others here would dare touch Ding Hui right in front of him.

Only a figure like Song Zhenrong truly presented a potential danger.

Beneath the watchful eyes of all, Fang Yu arrived at Ding Hui’s side, took her hand, and murmured softly.

"Stick by my side!"

Ding Hui’s grin widened, and she leaned in to whisper into Fang Yu’s ear, "That letter... did you read it?"

Fang Yu sensed a warm tingle in his ear from Ding Hui’s breath, yet he swiftly quelled the stirrings in his chest and replied in a low voice.

"We’ll discuss it back home."

Apart from a handful of healers, the rest nearby belonged to the Foolish Underworld.

Should the Foolish Underworld harbor bad intentions, attempting to flee while taking Ding Hui would prove rather challenging.

Fang Yu held little faith in Song Zhenrong or the Foolish Underworld, so he naturally felt uneasy in this place.

Yet as Fang Yu moved to depart, Song Zhenrong stepped up first, clasping his fists in respect.

"Brother Diao, hold on a moment. Divine Doctor Ding rendered me a huge service. Allow me at least to host a feast for Divine Doctor Ding, and once you’ve dined splendidly, then it’s fine for you both to go."

Song Zhenrong spoke with great courtesy, yet received only a curt two-word reply.

"Move aside."

Song Zhenrong’s movements halted, ready to plead once more for them to stay, but he locked eyes with Fang Yu’s icy stare.

Song Zhenrong was certain that refusing to yield would prompt this man to force him back physically.

Lacking any malicious plans from the start, Song Zhenrong bowed respectfully and stepped back, merely adding.

"Divine Doctor Ding, whatever you desire, I’ll deliver it to the inn tomorrow—I keep my promises!"

Someone with thinner skin might scheme to renege now that the patient was cured.

But Song Zhenrong differed; honoring favors had always been his core belief.

This occasion would prove no different.

Though Song Zhenrong had yielded, his underlings appeared irked by Fang Yu’s demeanor, shooting glares his way until Song Zhenrong sharply commanded them to open the way.

"Let’s head out."

Fang Yu cast a glance at the swollen, corpse-like form on the sickbed, then tugged Ding Hui along and marched away.

Ding Hui departed with a beaming smile, though she hadn’t yet said her piece.

Only after reaching the street beyond the medical hall, free of any Foolish Underworld presence, did Ding Hui chuckle and remark.

"Song Zhenrong means no harm. With him present, none of the other Foolish Underworld members would risk acting against us. Even should he try something bold, I could instantly convert his sister into human fuel, blasting her apart to create an opening for our getaway."

Fang Yu felt a twinge of irritation.

"Why didn’t you stay put at the inn waiting for me?"

"It all unfolded so fast—the Foolish Underworld arrived out of nowhere, surrounding everything. Escape was possible but risky, and above all, as I noted in the letter, Song Xi’s state was extremely fragile right then, making it worth my..."

Mid-sentence, Ding Hui caught Fang Yu’s intent gaze upon her.

Suddenly, it dawned on Ding Hui.

What Fang Yu truly meant went beyond the surface words.

He was upset that she hadn’t waited for him before jumping into action, leaving him in worry.

He fretted over what might happen if she got hurt—what then?

He resented her not summoning him to confront the perils side by side.

A whirlwind of feelings and silent burdens boiled down to one thing—concern.

Ding Hui extended her free hand, clasping Fang Yu’s large one firmly with both of hers.

"I messed up this time, acting too rashly. I swear it won’t repeat... alright?"

Ding Hui tilted her head up, her wide eyes brimming with pure innocence and charm.

To Fang Yu, at least, she appeared that way.

Unlike her typical fierce poise, this soft and yielding side left Fang Yu powerless to resist.

His ears grew hot, and he averted his gaze.

"Next time, I’ll bring you along to the Forest Snake Gang—I won’t leave you by yourself at the inn."

Hearing those words, Ding Hui simply smiled sweetly.

She was fully aware that Fang Yu had pardoned her already.

"By the way, what exactly happened to Song Xi? I only recall shattering her bones, not severing her arm or drowning her..."

Fang Yu shifted the conversation, signaling that Ding Hui's dangerous gamble with the Foolish Underworld was now settled.

The mention of Song Xi instantly lit up Ding Hui’s face with thrill.

Unlike her usual composed attitude at the medical hall, where she seldom showed any emotional shifts, she transformed before Fang Yu into a lovesick girl—vibrant, energetic, brimming with feelings.

"It wasn't related to you at all. Song Zhenrong said Song Xi got hurt by that Defiled Blood Clone Demon after departing the inn, turning her into that state. That Defiled Blood Clone Demon is fascinating! If it truly possesses this infectious power, catching it alive would greatly aid my studies on Demon Martial Artists’ demonization!"

Ding Hui chattered enthusiastically, now and then using hand motions to emphasize the demon's value.

Should the inn's physicians witness this, their jaws would surely hit the floor. The lady who endured that harrowing procedure stone-faced, once deemed to have an emotionless mask, now radiated life, utterly transformed.

"And that Song Xi! Amazing—her injury nearly mirrors the effects of demonic blood eroding a human form when a Demon Martial Artist’s demonization spirals out of control, but! The crucial point! Song Xi isn't a Demon Martial Artist!"

"Do you grasp what that implies? The Defiled Blood Clone Demon could potentially turn humans into demons! Sadly, it's just a hypothesis for now, since the body's fierce resistance stops the change from happening smoothly, sparking brutal clashes inside between flesh and the corrupted shifts, showing up externally as nonstop fever and swift decline in life signs..."

Ding Hui kept rambling on without pause, while Fang Yu just grinned and paid attention.

In truth, parts of her later words left Fang Yu a bit lost.

Yet Fang Yu had no issue playing the audience, as Ding Hui appeared to have bottled this up for ages, and sharing with those physicians might let them grasp or even unravel her logic.

Clearly, Ding Hui had zero interest in chatting with them.

Fang Yu sensed she craved sharing with a trusted soul, regardless if they followed the intricate ideas and conclusions.

This realization stirred a bond and cozy warmth within Fang Yu.

Right then, Ding Hui’s discourse was wrapping up.

"...I managed to curb the body's rejection of the demonic shift within Song Xi temporarily, altering her vital signs to mimic a demon's in hopes of tricking the infection's origin. To track its development, I'll keep monitoring Song Xi’s physical responses for the following precise experiments. Too bad it's unsafe yet, lacking deep study on this agent, or I'd experiment by injecting it into myself. Since much of my form is demonic already, the resistance would be milder, making it far simpler to manage..."

Fang Yu stroked his chin.

"So, you're telling me we'll have to monitor her every few days?"

"Absolutely! She's a vital test case!"