Zhang Yu didn’t think optimistically and was about to thrust his sword towards Liang Shuyu.
Dong Huiying’s mind tensed, and in desperation, she lunged forward in a single bound, grabbing the icy blade with her hand.
"General!?" Zhang Yu was shocked!
Dong Huiying turned to look at the man behind her, serene as snow, "Shuyu, are you alright?"
Liang Shuyu subtly let out a sigh of relief, but then caught sight of the blood dripping from Dong Huiying’s small hand gripping the longsword, which pained his eyes.
"You’re bleeding," he said, his brows slightly furrowed. At the same time, Big Brother Liang Zhichen grabbed Dong Huiying’s hand, and upon seeing the bloody wound in her palm, his brows twisted.
"I’ll get it now!" Yixuan immediately turned around. Baobao was hurt, and there was still a good amount of healing powder at home, so he hurried to get it.
Meanwhile, Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening, one holding the broadsword that Dong Huiying had given him a few days ago, and the other dragging an axe.
The two confronted Zhang Yu, and the atmosphere became instantly tense and dangerous.
Yun Ge smelled the blood, and those who had been on the battlefield were not unfamiliar with this scent.
She quickly pulled down her collar a bit, revealing one eye.
Her expression fierce, she glanced sharply at Zhang Yu, then from her carried pouch, she took out a packet of powder.
She sprinkled the powder on Dong Huiying’s wound, frowning, "This can stop the bleeding."
"Mhm." Dong Huiying nodded. The formula of the powder was good, similar in purpose to the healing powder she herself had made, but different in efficacy.
"The healing powder is here!"
Yixuan ran over, clutching a small bottle. Yun Ge was about to say that she had already applied medicine to Purple chervil, but what followed was a moment that seemed miraculous.
Big Brother took the small bottle, removed the cork, and carefully applied some of the healing powder to Dong Huiying’s wound.
Yun Ge’s powder could stop the bleeding, but this healing powder could rapidly heal the wound?
Yun Ge was startled for a moment, "This is called healing powder? Who crafted it?"
Setting aside the other’s medical skill, just the skill in compounding medicine alone was above her own.
The Liang family, the Dong family, everyone looked at Dong Huiying. Dong Huiying stiffened slightly, and Big Brother Liang Zhichen gently squeezed her hand, his eyes deepening. Then he leisurely said, "Baobao had a fortuitous encounter and met an elder in the mountains who imparted all of his medical knowledge to Baobao."
Dong Huiying was taken aback, but then Liang Zhichen methodically helped tidy her hair, ruffled by the wind. His expression was inscrutable, the depths of his dark eyes like a still, ancient well, yet Dong Huiying’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She blinked and saw him giving her a slight smile, full of understanding and comfort, as if telling Dong Huiying not to overthink.
She bit her lip, harboring a guess in her mind.
Did Zhi Chen... figure out her origins?
He had a premonition dream, which she later hypothesized might be about the events the Liang family brothers encountered after Dong Dabao’s death due to a mudslide.
But she was a soul from the outer world, dwelling in this shell now, and some things were different.
Yun Ge’s reaction just then had been too obvious; she knew many of Dong Dabao’s capabilities, and this sudden mastery of medical skill was too abrupt.
So Zhi Chen had seen through her, and in his heart, he had come to the conclusion that she, in fact, wasn’t Dong Dabao?
But he was on her side, protecting her, helping her fabricate a lie in front of Yun Ge and keeping the matter from anyone else.
Her heart felt bittersweet.