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Plagued by ill-fate and bearing the frail, pitiable appearance of a plaintive white lotus, she elicited sympathy from onlookers. Yet ultimately, she was someone else's wife and not theirs to pity.
Doctor Yan dutifully reported Qin Yu's series of unfortunate events without much compassion, and Lin Heng didn't seem particularly concerned either, busying himself with leisurely brewing tea, betraying no clear attitude.
To save or not to save?
Just as Doctor Yan thought the matter would pass and the newlywed "madam" was left to meet her demise,
"What would happen after the onset?"
"Death."
"And how would she die?"
"..."
Doctor Yan hesitated, seemingly at a loss for words, but before Lin Heng could press him further, he began to voluntarily spill a continuous stream of gory, terrifying, nauseating details about the manner of death, growing more animated with each word, and disturbingly, Lin Heng listened with earnest attention.
