At night, Qin Han was alone in the study, with ancient medical books messily spread out on the desk.
Song Yuwei gently pushed the door open and approached Qin Han. Seeing he had not noticed her arrival, Song Yuwei felt a pang of heartache.
For Qin Han, this was undoubtedly cruel.
For a Divine Doctor, to be unable to heal his own family was excruciating.
Who could withstand such a blow!
"How can this be? Impossible!" Suddenly, Qin Han threw all the ancient books off the desk onto the floor.
Song Yuwei, with a heavy heart, went over to Qin Han, rested his head on her stomach, and said softly, "There must be a way! There must be!"
Song Yuwei could feel Qin Han's desolation and helplessness within her embrace, and the two remained silent together.
At that moment, the door to the study opened, and Jiang Qing walked in. Seeing Qin Han leaning on Song Yuwei, Jiang Qing sighed and said,
"Han'er, there are still eight years before the real onset of the illness, right?"
