"Get... out..." Third Young Master Jun weakly closed his eyes.
In the end, it was Ji Mo who half-pushed and half-pulled Ye Lu out, sighing, "Why make it difficult for him? Give him so n’s dignity."
Ye Lu leaned against the wall by the door, tears wetting the corners of her eyes, her whole deanor desolate and lost.
Ji Mo walked back in, closed the door, and looked at the man on the bed.
Turning over his palm, he was full of confusion.
When he helped Third Young Master Jun up just now, the man had written two words in his palm, "secret talk."
So, was Third Young Master Jun trying to talk to him?
Was this episode of poisoning just a cover, to divert attention? But looking at Ye Lu’s deanor, it seed she was unaware, which ant that Third Young Master Jun didn’t want her to know.
What important matter could this man have with him?
Important enough to not hesitate to blur the line between truth and illusion, to push himself to this extent with such a dose, really betting his life on it.
...
Outside, Ye Lu waited, her heart in tornt and imnse pain, thinking of Third Young Master Jun’s painful struggle inside. Her heart felt even heavier.
If it weren’t for that ti in the primal forest, when he forced himself to endure his body’s limits to get her out...
He wouldn’t have touched this stuff.
Why be so careless with his health? Didn’t he know he’s almost on the brink of death? Is there any hope left? She didn’t know. She also didn’t know how much of his condition he was hiding.
He used to say there was half a chance of hope. She felt his words were more to comfort her and could be discounted by at least half.
So, there was only a twenty or thirty percent chance of hope.
But after going through so much, being heavily traumatized and succumbing to poisoning, his body was completely ruined. How much hope remained of the original twenty percent?
Thinking about such remote hope, Ye Lu felt her heart twist into a knot, feeling on the verge of collapse.
Even if he regained his place as the heir of the Hua family, even if they defeated the Godfather, if he truly died, then what was it all for? All their effort, in the end, would leave just her living alone, does it have any aning?
"Mommy, don’t be sad. Isn’t that Dr. K really impressive? We should go find him, surely we can force him to agree," Ye Yuan said fiercely.
Ye Lu was shaken, right, how could she have forgotten Dr. K.
That was the last ray of hope. Ye Lu clenched her hand, her dim eyes suddenly lighting up. Even with only a one in ten thousand chance, she could not give up.
...
Dr. K had never had a woman knocking on his door in the middle of the night before, let alone a pregnant woman. Having just completed surgery on a child, he hadn’t had even half an hour’s rest, feeling both exhausted and hungry, and simply agitated.
"You really are like a haunting spirit; even if you knock the door down, it won’t work." Dr. K hastily opened the door, impatiently.
Ye Lu threw herself onto him, gripping his hand tightly, her tearful eyes looking at him.
"Doctor, have you ever faced watching soone suffer so much they are on the verge of dying, yet you wish to save them, but are powerless, and can only watch helplessly? Have you ever felt such despair and helplessness?"
Dr. K looked at the hysteria-ridden woman before him, his heart shuddering.
Ye Lu cried out in anger and grief: "No, you certainly wouldn’t, for you are a brilliant doctor, capable of controlling others’ lives. So, surely you don’t understand despair. Clearly holding soone’s only hope in your hands, why won’t you extend a helping hand? I can spend all my money to help you save many, many children. Can’t those children’s lives exchange for just one chance for my husband? Tell , why are you so cold-blooded!"
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