A few days passed in the blink of an eye, but Bai Lan's condition did not improve with the arrival of renowned domestic doctors. On the contrary, the chemotherapy methods in the hospital were gradually unable to suppress the toxins inside Bai Lan's body.
Bai Lan's condition worsened. Initially, she could stay conscious, but now she often fell into a state of coma.
Even if the doctors didn't say it, Ye Qiu knew that Bai Lan's physical condition had fallen into a massive crisis. If this problem wasn't resolved soon, it was highly likely that she wouldn't have much time left...
"How are you feeling now?" Looking at Bai Lan's pale face, Ye Qiu felt a dull pain in his heart.
"Do I not have much time left?"
Looking at Ye Qiu's resolute face, Bai Lan wanted to cry. To her, happiness felt extremely distant. But now that it seemed within reach, she found herself unable to hold on.