Her throat tightened, and even breathing became difficult and restrained.

Of course she knew what that treatment meant.

Dr. Lina once casually mentioned that

The radiation stimulation she used on Jingmin was already considered a high-intensity intervention.

That is the upper limit of her professional ethics as a doctor.

Further up is the nerve shock, which is almost never used on regular patients—a method even the military uses with caution.

Jingmin actually took the initiative to seek out that kind of treatment.

Just so that she wouldn't "change her mind".

She sat in front of the computer, her whole being enveloped in a profound, bone-deep tremor.

She had repeatedly misunderstood him, thinking he was being perfunctory, unenthusiastic, and deceiving her about treatment. She had also frequently become angry and argued with him.

But he was even more afraid of "forgetting" than she was.

It's not that I'm afraid of the pain, or the side effects—it's that I'm afraid I won't love her anymore when I wake up.

She almost laughed, but her throat felt dry.

It turns out he knew everything, but never explained.

He silently endured the pain and the unspeakable side effects.

Just so that I wouldn't give up on the version of myself that deeply loves her.

And what about her?

What we hold in our hands now is another kind of "giving up".

She glanced down at the USB drive.

The entire lifeline of Boyifang rests on that confidential document.

As soon as it's handed over to Jin Qilin, Boyifang will immediately explode in the capital chain and collapse.

All of Jingmin's hard work and dedication will vanish into thin air.

Her knuckles turned white from gripping the USB drive so tightly.

A voice echoed repeatedly in her mind:

Anyway, as long as he's alive, that's all that matters.

As long as Jingmin is alive, there is still a chance, and she can come back, even if she hates her, curses her, or they become strangers from now on—it doesn't matter.

As long as his life is no longer in danger.

She slowly stood up and glanced in the direction of the conference room.

There, Jingmin was still sitting at the top.

Like someone who appears quiet, but is already burning in the flames.

She put the USB drive in her pocket, pushed open the office door, and walked out with firm steps.