Zheng Yinqiao looked at Kang Chen and immediately knew that something catastrophic must have happened; otherwise, Kang Chen wouldn't have become so emotionally agitated.
Blood tainted Kang Chen's lips, his complexion growing increasingly pallid, rendering him frail and devoid of the vitality he once exuded.
Kang Chen didn't speak, while Zheng Yinqiao anxiously paced around him.
Doctors often aren't most afraid of perplexing illnesses; they're terrified of patients like Kang Chen—someone utterly unwilling to cooperate.
"Mr. Chen, what do you want in the end? Are you still the Mr. Chen I once knew? You… sigh…" Zheng Yinqiao trailed off with a heavy sigh, unsure how to continue.
Kang Chen sat motionless, resembling a tree ruined by a raging storm—its branches and leaves stripped bare, leaving only a crooked trunk standing precariously, uncertain if it could endure any longer.
Zheng Yinqiao had seen Kang Chen ill before, but he'd never seen him like this.
