Shen Jiao immediately stepped forward and asked, "Young Master Liang, what's wrong?"

Liang Heng: "Ah..."

Ji Yan kicked the man away again, his face full of malice. "You've certainly come at the worst possible time."

Shen Jiao: "..."

...

Protecting her hand from the tiger's mouth did not make Shen Jiao happy; on the contrary, it made her even more worried.

Because Ji Yan told her that the poison in her body wasn't that it wasn't acting up, but that the time hadn't come yet. One day, she would be melted into a pool of blood by this legendary Bone-Melting Pill that only dissolves in the mouth and not in the hand.

As for which day? There's no set date.

Perhaps one morning she opens her eyes and finds that her long legs, slim waist, and perky buttocks are gone, or perhaps she takes a bath and her chest flattens out—anything is possible.

The only advantage is that the Bone-Melting Pill can melt flesh, bones, and internal organs, but it cannot melt hair. Therefore, her beautiful and charming life can only leave behind a mess of black hair for future generations to refer to.

That's terrible.

Ji Yan: "Aren't you happy? Although you died, you kept your second face."

Shen Jiao: "..." The bitter milk went down her throat and her heart ached. Suddenly, she felt that her second face wasn't actually that important.

"Sigh." She let out a long, lingering sigh and went out for a walk to clear her head.

After walking a few steps, they encountered Liang Heng, who had tidied himself up. As the saying goes, clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse. After washing up, the divine doctor regained his original confident and radiant aura.

Liang Heng called out to her mysteriously, "Sister Chen, let me tell you, I seriously suspect this house is haunted. I heard you have a dog, could I borrow it for a couple of days to ward off evil spirits?"