"His life or death is like an ant's life or death to us." Qin Lansi's voice was devoid of warmth.
"..." Ye Anqi softened her tone, "I can cure Ruxue, so I beg you to help me cure Ya Shitian. If anything happens to him, I won't help you!"
"You're not necessarily able to cure Miss Ruxue."
"I can! I can guess the sequence of the antidotes!" Ye Anqi stated confidently.
Qin Lansi fell silent on the other end.
Ye Anqi hurriedly said, "I mean it, why don't you give it a try. You can consult Lude, does he really want to miss the chance to save Ruxue?"
Qin Lansi instantly made a decision, "I will consult the Duke."
Ye Anqi returned to the bedroom to continue caring for Ya Shitian.
Ya Shitian's whole body was burning, his lips dry and peeling.
He seemed to be in a lot of pain, even in a coma, he frowned tightly, breathing short and fast.
A pair of hands clenched into fists, veins on the backs of his hands pulsating.
And the entire sheet was already soaked with his sweat.
