It was Fu Qinglun.
The warmth from his palm spread to her cold skin. Lin Shiyu lifted her eyes, the man was looking at her, his gaze soothing and full of confidence. He was passing her strength without making a sound.
Lin Shiyu could finally get herself back together.
Fu Qinglun bent over, lifting Little Lemon up. "Get the car ready, let's head to the hospital immediately and let Sikong know about it."
…
In the hospital.
Little Lemon lay on the hospital bed, connected to an IV drip.
"Sikong, how's Little Lemon? Has her condition worsened?" Lin Shiyu was incredibly tense as she asked Sikong.
Sikong nodded his head with a solemn expression on his face. "Little Lemon's condition has worsened and I'll need to begin V2 grade chemotherapy on her. This V2 chemotherapy is far more intense and it means she has to suffer more."
V2 grade chemotherapy?
