After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

It is a love story about two childhood sweethearts with deep affection but torn apart by cruel fate.

Lin Yuanming and his wife were childhood sweethearts and had a deep affection for each other.

However, not long after the marriage, Mrs. Lin became ill, became increasingly thinner, and eventually passed away.

Whenever Lin Yuanming mentioned his wife, even a tough guy could not hide the softness and sadness in his heart.

At this moment, by chance, she met Lin Yuanming earlier and had the opportunity to save Mrs. Lin. This might be a wonderful arrangement of fate, giving her a chance to change her past regrets.

After calming down, Cui Rong slowly walked towards the bed.

Lin Yuanming quietly stepped aside, following closely with his eyes, his heart beating like a drum, full of anxiety and anticipation.

As the diagnosis progressed, Lin Yuanming's heart became more and more nervous, fearing that he would hear that despairing conclusion again.

When Cui Rongrong finally stopped, he almost immediately asked anxiously: "Miss Cui, have you found anything? Can you save my wife?"

He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to hold out hope until he felt her nod gently. He felt relieved, his legs softened, and he sat on the ground involuntarily.

This surprise was mixed with years of anticipation and long-standing fear of disappointment, and at this moment it actually gave me an incredible chance of life!

"Thanks to Lord Lin for asking for help urgently. If we delay any further, even if a miracle doctor were alive, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to save the patient."

Cui Rongrong's tone was filled with a heavy sense of responsibility. "Madam's illness is rooted in her weak constitution since childhood, coupled with the lack of care during her childhood. Over time, it has accumulated and finally led to her current serious illness."

"However, although there is a way to save Madam, it is extremely special and requires your careful consideration and approval, Lord Lin."

Seeing Cui Rong's serious expression, Lin Yuanming couldn't help but get nervous. He clenched his fists and said, "As long as I can save my wife, I, Lin Yuanming, will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Cui Rongrong's face was solemn as she spoke out the unusual treatment plan word by word: "To cure Madam Lin, we have to use poison to fight poison."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yuanming was shocked, and said, "Miss Cui means..."

Although this method is unique and quite effective, its essence involves extremely cold poison. The risks involved are like walking on thin ice. If you are not careful, you may be doomed.

Cui Rongrong's eyes flashed with complexity, and she frankly revealed all her concerns. "Although I have studied pharmacology, I cannot accurately predict what will happen to Madam Lin's fragile body after it withstands the fierce impact of this special drug. This time, whether to give it a try depends on the balance in your heart, Lord Lin."

When Lin Yuanming heard this, silence fell like a heavy leaden cloud, hanging over his heart.

He forced a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

He knew very well that the road ahead was long and would not be an easy one.

His eyes fell gently on his wife, who was lying on the bed, and every glance seemed to be able to penetrate the thin bedding and touch his wife's fragile life.

With that thin body, it seemed as if even breathing was extremely difficult. How could it withstand the slightest erosion of poison?

I am afraid that this medicine, once taken, will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Just as he was about to refuse, using up all his last bit of persistence as a husband, Mrs. Lin's pale hand suddenly grasped his hand tightly, her voice thin but firm, "Husband, I want to give it a try..."

These four words were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart. Lin Yuanming's face changed drastically. He leaned over hastily, his words full of anxiety and reluctance, "My wife, did you hear clearly that Miss Cui's reminder is not a joke? What if, what if..."

At this point, his words choked up. The unfulfilled fear and worry made his throat seem to be blocked by something, and he could no longer utter a single word.

Mrs. Lin, however, used all her strength to hold his hand back. Her weak eyes flashed with unprecedented determination. "My husband, I have been tortured by illness day and night for these years, and I have been lingering on until now. I have tasted all the suffering in the world. Now, someone says he can save me. Even if it is a one in ten thousand chance, I am willing to try my best..."

Her eyes were filled with a desire for life. "No matter what the outcome is, it's better than this lifeless status quo."

At that moment, Lin Yuanming stared at her in a daze, his heart full of ups and downs, and finally he could only nod silently.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Cui Rong, his tone more resolute, "Then I'll leave it to Miss Cui."

Cui Rong gently opened her jade hands and poured out a brightly colored but ominous pill from an exquisite white porcelain bottle. She slowly moved it to Madam Lin's lips and said, "This medicine is called Heartbroken Red. After swallowing it, you will experience excruciating pain. Madam is already weak, and this pain is probably unimaginable for ordinary people."

"But," she said with a hint of certainty, "once you survive this disaster, you will be reborn and usher in a new life."

Mrs. Lin looked at the pill, her eyes intertwined with fear and hope. She finally gritted her teeth, swallowed it with tears in her eyes, and forced a weak smile at the corners of her mouth, "I would like to borrow Miss Cui's good words..."

The pill entered her stomach, and within a moment, Mrs. Lin's face twisted. The pain made her curl up all over, as if she had fallen into an icy cave.

The beads of sweat on the forehead rolled down like pearls from a broken string, instantly soaking the pillow.

Lin Yuanming felt heartbroken upon seeing this, and he could only hold her hand tightly in his palm.

Any words of comfort seemed so pale and powerless.

Cui Rong stood quietly by the window, staring at all this.

Her heart beat with every bit of pain Mrs. Lin endured.

She knew that the suffering at this moment was the only way to the door of hope.

After getting through this difficult time, there will be another bright future ahead, with spring flowers blooming and a bright future ahead.

The lady's soft moans echoed in the air, each one seemed to carry unspeakable pain, her body was completely soaked in cold sweat, the sheets stuck to her skin, revealing the outline of her pain.

The abdomen felt as if it was constantly pierced by thousands of tiny needles, and the pain came in waves, making it almost unbearable.

Lin Yuanming stood aside, his heart broken, his anxious expression filled with love for his wife.

He anxiously asked Cui Rong beside him, his voice trembling slightly: "Miss Cui, how long will my wife have to endure this pain?"

Cui Rongrong's brows showed calmness. She quickly calculated in her mind and gave an answer after a moment: "It should be almost the end. Just hold on for a while."

Her words penetrated the heavy atmosphere in the room and gave Lin Yuanming a little comfort.

Another torturous time passed, and after about half an hour, a miracle seemed to quietly descend upon this small house.

Signs of vitality gradually appeared on Mrs. Lin's face. Her cheeks, which were originally as pale as paper, were now faintly flushed, which gave people hope.