Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Hearing Jing Sichen's words, Lin Lulu suddenly froze.

benefactor?

Lover?

She didn't think that much about it at all.

I just think the uncle is really, really nice.

He has saved her so many times, and now that he is injured, she should be by his side.

but.

More?

How could she possibly be qualified?

Meeting his expectant gaze, she could only helplessly look away.

But that sharp gaze continued to follow her.

"Uncle," she said, changing the subject, "Stop talking and just lie down and rest!"

A palpable, intense anger immediately rose within him.

Then, he closed his eyes, his fierce expression making his breathing heavier.

Lin Lulu stood there awkwardly, enduring Jing Sichen's disregard and Jing Liang's anger, feeling that whatever she did at that moment would be wrong.

However, she couldn't just leave like that, so ungrateful!

Time passed second by second, and Lin Lulu had no idea how Jing Sichen was doing.

However, his condition was clearly getting worse and worse. He was sweating a lot, vomiting blood, and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Finally, Yan Moshen arrived.

Lin Lulu said gratefully, "Uncle, thank you so much for coming. I really had no other choice. I will definitely repay your favor..."

"You don't need to tell me all this," Yan Moshen said calmly. "I'll go see him first."

Lin Lulu nodded, and seeing Yan Moshen walk towards Jing Sichen, her heart was in her throat.

She knew that this was definitely not the first time Jing Sichen had been in this state.

Because Jingliang seemed very familiar with this kind of scene.

Moreover, this disease is not easy to treat.

Otherwise, there would definitely be a doctor waiting here.

But even if it can alleviate the pain a little, that would be good!

Now, she has placed all her hopes on Yan Moshen.

After examining Jing Sichen for a while, Yan Moshen's expression grew increasingly grave.

"How is it?" Lin Lulu asked anxiously.

"It's poisoning," Yan Moshen said.

Jingliang, standing nearby, also grew anxious. "Of course I know it's poisoning! I'm asking if you can cure it! If you can, just name your price, and I'll grant you whatever you want!"

"This poison is very rare, and my research on poisons is not very in-depth, so..." Yan Moshen said with a slightly apologetic tone, "I can't cure it."

At this moment, Jing Sichen, lying on the bed, lazily uttered two words: "Useless!"

Lin Lulu's eyes welled up with tears.

Everyone says that Yan Moshen is the most amazing doctor.

But if even he can't do it, then who can?

Is it an incurable disease?

How much longer can he live?

She couldn't even imagine that one day she might never see him again.

The gaze fell on Jing Sichen. He was clearly in great pain, but he still couldn't hide his handsome face. So arrogant and domineering, he was a favorite of the heavens. Who would be so willing to poison him?

"Isn't there any other way?" Lin Lulu asked, her voice choked with sobs. "Even... even if it can only slightly alleviate the pain! Or, do you know anyone who's good at antidotes? I'd beg them!"

Yan Moshen looked at Lin Lulu, a glint of fear flashing in his eyes, his large hand clenching into a tight fist.

He couldn't help but ask himself: Is he really that important to you?

He had specifically investigated and found that the two of them hadn't known each other for very long, but how could they have fallen so deeply in love?

What should we do then?

Given Jing Sichen's status, it's impossible for him to fall in love with her!

Ultimately, Lin Lulu will face being abandoned.

No!

He couldn't let her suffer that kind of pain!

"You all leave first, I need to treat him alone," Yan Moshen said.

Lin Lulu responded repeatedly and practically ran out.

Jing Sichen narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to grab Lin Lulu, but he simply didn't have the strength.

That despicable woman!

Are you really that careless to leave him alone in a room with your love rival?

Isn't she worried that Yan Moshen might secretly kill him?

However, the thought that she was so obedient because she didn't want to delay his treatment made all that anger turn into a sweet feeling that spread throughout his heart.

Soon, only Jing Sichen and Yan Moshen remained in the bedroom.

"Can you still speak?" Yan Moshen's tone returned to its indifferent and cold tone.

no answer.

He decided to give Jing Sichen an acupuncture treatment.

Miraculously, Jing Sichen felt that the unbearable pain had lessened slightly at this moment.

But it was only a little bit.

Just enough for him to make a sound.

He had good reason to suspect that Yan Moshen was doing this on purpose!

"I know you better than you think," Yan Mo said in a deep voice. "I don't care whether your feelings for Lulu are genuine or not, but I believe you know yourself that there will never be a future between you and her."

Jing Sichen frowned, then opened his eyes and looked at Yan Moshen, his dark eyes radiating a cold light, clearly a provocation.

Yan Moshen paused for a moment, then continued, "The poison you've been given is very strange. When it takes effect, it will cause excruciating pain, but it won't be fatal immediately. Without an antidote, it will flare up almost every two or three months, and with each flare-up, the toxins accumulating in your body will increase, until finally, the poison invades your internal organs, at which point you will die."

Seeing that Jing Sichen still didn't speak, Yan Moshen became a little anxious.

"Do you think what you've done for her is for her own good? It's harming her! How long can you protect her? Can you watch over her every second? And now you've left her standing high above the Lin family, who are eyeing her covetously. One wrong step and she'll be crushed to pieces! She could have avoided all of this! And she's managed to avoid it all these years! Because of you, she's in such danger, and you still think you're so great? Should she thank you?" Yan Moshen practically roared.

"So that's how it is." Jing Sichen finally spoke. "So all these years, you've pretended to ignore her and not care about her at all?"

Yan Moshen remained silent.

Jing Sichen continued, "Do you think the Lin family will really let her go just because she's obedient and sensible? They'll only squeeze every last drop of value out of her and push their luck! From the moment she married me and didn't die, she's been completely targeted by the Lin family! The only way she can protect herself is..."

He paused, then uttered three bold and resolute words: "Upright! Face! Firm! !"

Looking at Jing Sichen's domineering and arrogant demeanor, a hint of panic flashed deep in Yan Moshen's eyes, as if some accumulated belief had suddenly collapsed at this moment.

"You can leave now. My wife doesn't owe you any favors, and you can't cure the poison," Jing Sichen said coldly.

Yan Moshen was taken aback. Why did he feel as if Jing Sichen knew who could cure the poison?

"I have a pill here," Yan Mo said in a deep voice. "Take it, and it will prevent your relapse for three years. During these three years, you can find someone who can make an antidote. I can give it to you, as long as you agree to one condition."

"I'm getting a divorce from Lulu."