I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

The sunlight still shone in the room, shining on Li Xiangyi, but it could not shine into his cold heart.

He hugged Qiao Wanwan tightly, as if holding his last warmth and was unwilling to let go.

Li Xiangyi's heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the suffocating pain instantly spread throughout his body.

He couldn't believe that Qiao Wanwan, who was once lively and cheerful with a smile as beautiful as a flower, was now like a lifeless jade sculpture, lying quietly in his arms, without any response to his call.

"Wanwan, what's wrong with you? Wake up!" Li Xiangyi's voice was hoarse and tears had already blurred his vision.

With trembling hands, he gently stroked Qiao Wanwan's paper-pale cheek. The cold touch was like the ice and snow in the cold winter, which instantly froze his heart into ice.

He thought of the lingering love of last night, of Qiao Wanwan's affectionate eyes, and of her words, "Xiangyi, call me Wanwan, please."

Thinking of her charming and attractive figure... everything seemed like a beautiful dream, but now, the dream is over, leaving only endless pain and despair.

"No, this is not true! Hanwan, you will be fine, you will definitely be fine!" Li Xiangyi hugged Qiao Wanwan tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own bones and blood.

He called her name over and over again, hoping to awaken her sleeping soul.

However, no matter how he called, Qiao Wanwan did not respond.

Her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and her heartbeat was so slow that it made people panic. Li Xiangyi's heart sank bit by bit, sinking into the endless abyss.

He thought of her abnormal behavior last night, and the disappearance of the green tea poison in his body... All of this pointed to a terrible fact:

Qiao Wanwan exchanged her life for his safety.

"No! Wanwan, why are you so stupid! How can you be so stupid!" Li Xiangyi roared in pain, his voice full of self-blame and regret.

He hated himself, hated himself for not noticing Qiao Wanwan's abnormality earlier, hated himself for not stopping her.

He would rather be poisoned and suffer unbearable pain than see Qiao Wanwan become like this.

He would rather die than let Qiao Wanwan suffer any harm.

"Wanwan, wake up! Look at me! I'm Xiangyi!" Li Xiangyi's tears, like beads from a broken string, kept dripping onto Qiao Wanwan's face. He gently wiped the tears from her face, his movements as gentle as if he were protecting a fragile treasure.

He thought of their previous agreement, their past laughter, and every little detail of their past...

Everything flashed through his mind like a scene from a movie.

"Wanwan, didn't you say you would accompany me to travel around the world and see all the beautiful scenery? Didn't you say you would accompany me to find the body of my senior brother and avenge him? Wake up, wake up!" Li Xiangyi's voice was already hoarse.

He hugged Qiao Wanwan tightly, as if holding on to his last hope.

However, no matter how he called, Qiao Wanwan did not respond.

The morning light filtered through the window lattices, scattering mottled light into the meditation room of Pudu Temple, casting a faint golden glow on everything.

Inside the Zen room, the scent of sandalwood curled and the sound of Buddhist chanting echoed, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere. However, this peaceful and tranquil atmosphere was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Li Xiangyi rushed into the Zen room like a whirlwind, holding Qiao Wanwan. His face was full of anxiety and worry, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing became heavy.

He walked straight to the monk Wu Liao and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Monk, come and save Ban Ban!"

Monk Wu Liao was originally meditating. When he heard the noise, he slowly opened his eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed across his deep eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew Qiao Wanwan, an extremely intelligent woman who was not only an excellent doctor but also kind-hearted. She often discussed medical principles with him, and the two of them were close friends regardless of age.

"Donor Li, don't be anxious. Put Donor Qiao on the meditation bed first." Monk Wu Liao's voice was steady and powerful, as if it had the power to soothe people's hearts.

Li Xiangyi carefully placed Qiao Wanchan on the Zen bed, fearing that he would hurt her.

He held her hand tightly, and the cold touch made him feel like his heart was being cut by a knife.

Qiao Wanwan lay there quietly, her face as pale as paper, her breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if she would disappear at any time.

Monk Wu Liao walked to the side of the meditation bed, carefully observed Qiao Wanwan's complexion, and took her pulse.

After a moment, his brows furrowed tightly, and he said solemnly, "Master Qiao's pulse is weak and his breath is barely moving. This is indeed a sign of poisoning, and...it's the poison of the green tea!"

"The green tea is poisonous!" Li Xiangyi exclaimed, his body trembled violently, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He never thought that Qiao Wanwan would transfer the poison to himself.

"Monk, please save her! I'm willing to pay any price!"

There was a hint of crying in Li Xiangyi's voice. He held the monk Wu Liao's hand tightly, as if he was holding on to the last straw.

Monk Wu Liao looked at Li Xiangyi's red eyes and sighed inwardly.

He could feel Li Xiangyi's deep love for Qiao Wanwan, and could understand his pain and despair at the moment.

"Donor Li, please calm down for a moment." Monk Wu Liao gently patted the back of Li Xiangyi's hand, signaling him to stay calm. "I will do my best."

After saying that, Monk Wu Liao took out an ancient wooden box from his arms. When he opened it, rows of golden needles were neatly arranged inside.

He picked up a thin golden needle, heated it over the candle flame, and then quickly inserted it into several acupuncture points of Qiao Wanwan.

Then, he sat cross-legged behind Qiao Wanwan, put his hands on her vest, and began to practice his skills.

As Monk Wu Liao practiced his skills, Qiao Wanwan's body began to tremble slightly, fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, and her face gradually regained a hint of color.

Li Xiangyi watched nervously from the side, his heartbeat quickening with every tremor of Qiao Wanwan, and his palms were already soaked with sweat.