"Mr. Yan, I understand how you feel, but right now, aside from waiting and trusting Qin Jian, we have no other choice." An Hao gripped his arm, clenching tighter and tighter.
"I understand." The feeling of seeing a beloved person trapped and being powerless to help is truly unbearable.
"Then... Mr. Yan, your task now is to take good care of Qiushu's grandmother and mother... to prevent any problems from happening to them," An Hao said.
Yan Ye slowly said, "Do you know? This is the first time I've felt that even spending a couple of years in the military barracks would be better, at least I could be of some help then..."
"Mr. Yan, you don't have to blame yourself. Our responsibilities and roles are different," An Hao softly consoled him, "When our loved ones face serious health threats, we often wish we were doctors, able to personally save their lives. Mr. Yan, have I told you? My studying medicine was because of my mother."
