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"Si Heng, you...you can't give up!"

Jiang Lu panicked as soon as he heard this. He Yan had clearly said during the day that he wouldn't die, so why was he acting like this now?

They, as brothers for so many years, simply couldn't accept it.

"I'm going to find Lin An'an right now. Whether I have to threaten her or plead for her, I have to get information about Ace out of her. As long as we find the successor of the divine doctor, you'll be fine!"

Compared to Jiang Lu's excitement, Bo Siheng was much calmer.

What can he do if he doesn't accept it?

“A-Lu, if I could find it, I wouldn’t be like this now.”

Bo Siheng was unwilling, but it was no use; his life was destined to be dark and without light.

Even though I know it's all an illusion, I don't want to wake up.

The only thing he couldn't let go of was He Yan.

But he didn't know when the last moment would come, so while he still had the energy to deal with things, he had to arrange everything properly, so that at least he wouldn't leave any regrets for others.

"Mr. Bo, things haven't gotten to the worst point yet. We definitely have a way!"

Zhong Wenqian also couldn't accept that all their efforts over the past year had been in vain.

But why is the miracle doctor unwilling to show himself?

“I did not give up on living, but that does not conflict with my acceptance of my inevitable death.”

Bo Siheng didn't want He Yan to experience such a cruel thing, and he didn't want to see the fear in her eyes, so he wanted to keep it from her and pave the way for her future.

The thought that He Yan might be with other men in the future made his heart ache so much he felt like he was suffocating.

"You must not tell anyone about my situation."

Bo Siheng only hoped to spend his last days with He Yan.

Jiang Lu and Zhong Wenqian looked at each other, their eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow.

But they also knew that Bo Siheng always kept his word.

"Okay, then you can rest. We won't give up. No one should back down until the very last moment."

Jiang Lu felt so distressed and suppressed that she couldn't bear to stay there any longer.

He understood that feeling of powerlessness could drive a person mad.

"A-Lu! Don't be impulsive!"

Seeing him turn and leave as if venting his anger, Zhong Wenqian was caught in a dilemma and could only follow.

He knew Jiang Lu had the most impulsive personality and was afraid he might do something rash.

Downstairs, the two ran into He Yan.

He Yan was in the medicine-making room on the first floor. She had just made a lot of pills for Bo Siheng, and now that they were steamed, she was about to give them to him.

These are all medicines that counteract the Netherworld Grass, and she also activated the medicinal properties against the Cold Poison.

This treatment aims to completely cure him.

"Got to go?"

Seeing the two of them come downstairs, I knew they had finished talking with Bo Siheng.

Jiang Lu frowned when he saw the medicine in He Yan's hand.

"He Yan, how can you be sure these medicines will work for Si Heng?"

His eyes were red, as he had been suppressing his emotions, afraid to let them out.

Because of Bo Siheng's words, he harbored some resentment towards He Yan and thus restrained himself.

Jiang Lu always felt that He Yan and Bo Siheng were not a good match. Although the He family was a wealthy family, it was worlds apart from the Bo family, so she always felt that their marriage would not last long.

But he never expected it to be such a beginning and such an end.

He Yan was stunned for a moment, finding his behavior inexplicable.

What did they talk about in the study?

Surely they don't think Bo Siheng is about to die from poisoning? Do they really think she, the miracle doctor, is just for show?

Or did they find some suspicious person who could be a clue to the murderer?

"I consulted ancient medical books, which detailed the treatment methods for accidentally ingesting the Netherworld Grass. So, based on the pharmacopoeia, I developed a medicine to treat the symptoms and clear the poison from Bo Siheng's body. Is there a problem?"

He Yan knew that the two were Bo Siheng's good friends, and she patiently explained to them.

But she also dislikes being questioned the most.

"You don't believe me? Do you hope that Bo Siheng is beyond cure?"

He Yan felt that the two of them had become terrible teammates at the crucial moment.

She was speechless and almost rolled her eyes.

She concealed her identity because if she were exposed, everyone around her would be in danger. Li Guanghui, like a venomous snake, was watching her, so she couldn't afford any accidents.

Jiang Lu was speechless and had no way to refute it.

Zhong Wenqian also came over and smelled the medicine developed by He Yan; the whole thing smelled wonderful.

"Would it make Master Bo better if he took it?"

He never imagined that He Yan was the miracle doctor he had been searching for.

But after seeing her work a few times before, I already trusted her a lot.

Given Bo Ye's current condition, if he can't find a miracle doctor, he'll accept it even if it's a last resort.

Zhong Wenqian also felt that He Yan must have a way, and even hoped that she could cure Master Bo.

"We'll know once we eat it."

He Yan was unsure how much poison remained in Bo Siheng's body.

Therefore, she also needs to see his feedback after taking the medicine.

"He Yan, I now realize that your talent is terrifyingly strong; I am no match for you!"

Zhong Wenqian didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just trusted He Yan a lot.

He Yan's expression worsened.

His praise was truly embarrassing.

"Alright, I know you're just worried, but I told you he'll be fine."

“We just talked a lot with Si Heng. The most important thing now is to find the murderer. I'm leaving Si Heng in your care. If you need anything, feel free to contact me or Wenqian.”

Jiang Lu looked a little uncomfortable, but he was indeed intimidated by He Yan's imposing presence.

He felt that perhaps He Yan could really bring good luck to Si Heng.

After the two left, He Yan went upstairs.

She handed the freshly made pills to Bo Siheng and poured him some warm water.

"Take your medicine first, then take a nap."

"it is good."

Bo Siheng looked at He Yan's expression with tenderness and affection.

He just wanted to see her a little longer, to etch her image into his heart in his final days.

Just then, He Yan's phone rang.

It was Su Wan calling.

"Xiao Yan, we've all seen the news. Is Mr. Bo alright?"

At this moment, the He family members were all sitting in the living room, looking at the news online with great concern.

They were worried that He Yan would eventually become a widow.

"My mother is very regretful. I never thought things would turn out this way."

"Xiaoyan, have you thought about what you're going to do next?"

He Zhengyuan was also concerned, feeling that his daughter had already suffered too much, and that it would be their fault as parents to make her a widow at such a young age, ruining her life.

"He's fine. The news isn't true, so you don't need to worry too much."

He Yan turned and glanced at Bo Siheng. She could tell that the He family's concern was genuine.

Perhaps because of her pregnancy, she was also touched.

That evening, He Yan snuggled into Bo Siheng's arms.

Their body heat was transmitted to each other through the silk pajamas, and for the first time, she felt that their heartbeats were so close.

"Bo Siheng, it feels so comfortable in your arms."

She was very happy because she really loved children.

The important thing is that this is her and Bo Siheng's biological child.

Bo Siheng was flattered, but his heart ached even more.

The brief marriage felt like a dream, but he knew he couldn't be so selfish.

He has to let go!

Although he thought that, he held He Yan tightly in his arms.

"Does Madam feel it's a pity she didn't have them before?"