Inside the room.
Lin Dongchuan lay on the bed, his eyes dim and his breath weak.
"Qinghan, your father doesn't have much time left," he said, his expression calm.
"The only thing I can't let go of is you... and this pharmacy... You must keep it going!"
This pharmacy was Lin Dongchuan's life's work.
"Father, I will!"
Lin Qinghan's expression was resolute.
After everything she had been through, Lin Qinghan seemed like a different person. She had shed her former innocence, becoming strong and capable.
After Lin Dongchuan fell ill, she took over managing the Dongchuan Pharmacy. Hardship and adversity are often what forge a person's character.
"If you get the chance... don't forget to avenge your brothers!"
Lin Dongchuan grew agitated, the veins on his forehead bulging.
The death of his two sons was the greatest pain in his heart.
