The curtain of Lin Family's camp were wide open. Lin Yi was lying quietly on his bed, appearing like a puppet that had been drained of blood.
By his bedside sat a woman in her thirties who looked like she was in a state of madness: "You're spouting nonsense, I don't want you to kneel, I want you to save him, I want you to save him..."
The physician continued to kneel and stutter: "Madam, please spare me! The young master… he's already dead! There is no saving him!"
"It's nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" The woman's eyes bulged with fury as she drew Lin Yi's longsword and charged at the doctor: "My son is very much alive, I kill you, this quack doctor, I kill you! I only just saw him, we have been separated for fourteen years! I only just saw him… how can he possibly be dead!"
Since Lin Yi had been in poor health since childhood, he was sent away to a temple. She could only visit him on New Year's Day and could not constantly spend time with him.
