As night fell, Li Hui's eyes were bloodshot. He punched the table and stared fixedly at Li Ang from across it. "Wasn't it said that streptomycin has a ninety percent cure rate?!"
"I don't know."
Li Ang remained silent for a long time before he said, "It could be her concurrent heart disease. Or it could be the herbs she took as a child interacting adversely with the streptomycin..."
Li Hui said hoarsely, "You're the best Doctor in the world. How could you not know?"
"Doctors are not gods."
Li Ang looked up sharply, enunciating each word.
"..."
Li Hui clenched his teeth, steadied his breathing, and spoke slowly, "I have informed Father and Mom about the situation here. The Imperial Palace Tributor will soon come to take her back to Chang'an."
Li Ang stood up silently, pushed open the door, and walked heavily through the corridor to the temporarily arranged, well-ventilated isolation room.
He lifted the curtain and sat down next to Li Leqing's bed.
