"Yes, sister, bring me my medicine," Yang Ruoxi said weakly.
"Alright, just wait. I'll go get it for you right now." With that, Yang Ruotong quickly left the room.
Listening to their conversation, Lin Kuang began to understand. Yang Ruoxi hadn't just fainted; she was chronically ill. "Ruoxi, may I take a look at you? I've studied some medicine," Lin Kuang said, his heart aching as he gazed at her pale face.
At his words, Yang Ruoxi's gaze met his. Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, an unexpected blush appeared on her pale, pretty face. "You can, but it's no use," she said, her tone surprisingly optimistic and not filled with the fear of death others might have. "I've been to many places for treatment, but no one has been able to cure my illness."
"It's alright. Let me take a look anyway. Perhaps there's a way," Lin Kuang said encouragingly.
"Okay, go ahead," Yang Ruoxi replied.
