Shen Xingmian nodded, then hurriedly ran out, shouting "Doctor!"

Nan Zhi could still faintly hear his anxious voice fading into the distance, while she coughed even more violently, "Cough cough..."

Suddenly, she tasted a metallic sweetness in her mouth. Her mind cleared, but she couldn't even reach for a tissue.

She covered her mouth, turned around, and with difficulty reached out to pull out a piece of paper.

Nan Zhi put the branch to her lips and spat out the fishy-sweet taste.

Blood red, a mocking smile played on her lips. This was the first time she had coughed up blood, indicating that her condition had worsened.

Silently crumpling the paper into a ball, she took a few more sheets of paper from the side and wrapped it up, knowing that Shen Xingmian would be upset if she found out.

It was just left in the trash can next to the bed, and now you can't tell what's inside.

When the doctor arrived, Nanzhi wasn't coughing as badly as before, and seemed much better after the blood came out.

Shen Xingmian was sweating profusely with anxiety, but her expression relaxed when she saw that Nan Zhi was still sitting there.

The doctor examined Nanzhi, asked her a few questions, and his expression was grave, but he understood that there was no cure. He could only smile and say:

"Take good care of yourself, you'll get better."

"Thank you, doctor." Nan Zhi smiled and thanked him. Shen Xingmian saw the doctor out when he left.

Naturally, he didn't return for quite some time. Even though Shen Xingmian tried her best to hide it, some of her emotions still showed.

Nan Zhi wasn't stupid; in fact, she had already guessed that Shen Xingmian probably knew about her illness. They spent every day together, so how could she not understand?