Jingting, when you read this letter, I should be sleeping soundly beside you.

I'm sorry, I hid things from you, just as you hid things from me.

Do you remember our elderly neighbors abroad? I was initially very saddened by their passing, but then I realized I should be happy for them. Their lives ended, but they will surely reunite in another world and continue their love. Death is never the end; the end of love is.

When I learned that you had been poisoned, I wasn't actually that scared, because I would follow my lover without hesitation, just like the old man, no matter where we go.

But soon, I started to get scared. We are different from them. Their children have long since grown up, but our children are still so young. The world is full of so many unknown dangers. They can't be without their dad and mom.

So if you die, I will have to live in this world for the sake of our children. I have imagined that kind of life, and it is so hard, so very hard. Just thinking about it is difficult.

So Jingting, I'm sorry, I selfishly chose the easier option, leaving the difficult path for you to take. Most importantly, I can still save our Xiao Jiu.

I am now in a deep sleep and will never wake up again. I am no different from a dead person. However, the medicine I took has no effect on my blood. Please don't be reluctant to part with me. Give my blood to Xiao Jiu and help him get rid of the misfortune brought by the Zhan family.

Jingting, did you see the dress I'm wearing today? It's the one we wore on our wedding day in the church. To me, it's the wedding dress I wore to marry you. I want to tell you that meeting you in this life is the greatest honor of my life, and loving you is the greatest happiness of my life. I have no regrets.

Jingting, promise me you'll live well, for me, for our child. Believe me, I haven't left. I'm just continuing to love you where you can't see me. —Wanwan

The letter fell to the ground. Zhan Jingting looked at the girl lying on the bed, a bitter smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Wanwan, what right do you have to make the choice for me? What right do you have to leave the difficult path for me to walk?" A suppressed and painful low voice rang out in the air. "What makes you think I have the courage to live in a world without you, huh?"

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door.

Zhan Jingting was immersed in his grief and did not respond.

The door was quickly opened, and the Ghost Hand Doctor and Jiang Dong entered.

“Jingting, Jiang Dong told me that Wanwan instructed us to exchange her blood for Xiao Jiu’s.”

Zhan Jingting slowly raised his head, his sharp, hawk-like eyes filled with ferocity as he fixed his gaze on Jiang Dong's face!

"You knew all along." His voice was extremely calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness!

With a loud "thump!"

Jiang Dong knelt down and said painfully, "One day before, Madam called me into her office and told me that she already knew about your poisoning. I could only tell her the truth: your life is already on its last legs."

"Madam told me she had found the antidote, but Wen Lijing was determined to get what he wanted and wouldn't give it up easily. Madam couldn't submit to him, but she still needed the antidote. The only way was to exchange her life for his. She died in front of Wen Lijing."

"Madam said that, based on her understanding of Wen Lijing, only in this way could his worldview collapse. Moreover, in order to prove that his love for Madam is no less than yours, Wen Lijing will definitely hand over the antidote to fulfill her only wish before she dies."

"Master Zhan, I am firmly against it, but as you know, I can't control what Madam decides. I can only obey and do as she says. Half an hour after Madam enters the hotel, I will take you to her, give you the letter, and tell the old man to give the young master a blood transfusion."

“Jingting, this matter cannot be blamed on Jiangdong,” the Ghost Hand Doctor said. “Let alone Jiangdong, even I probably couldn’t have stopped Wanwan.”

“I can understand her decision. She feels that it's worth it to exchange her life for yours and Xiao Jiu's. Now that things have come to this, there's nothing we can do to undo it. Contact the hospital and get a blood transfusion as soon as possible.”

"Who said we were going to give them a blood transfusion?" Zhan Jingting suddenly stood up and said coldly, "No one is allowed to touch my Wanwan."

“Jingting, once Wanwan enters a long sleep, the longer we delay, the less effective her blood will be,” the Ghost Hand Doctor explained. “The sooner we give Xiao Jiu a blood transfusion, the better it will be for her.”

"So you're going to kill Wanwan?" Zhan Jingting gritted his teeth. "Didn't you watch Wanwan grow up? How can you be so heartless, huh?"

The Ghostly Doctor's fingertips trembled slightly. "Do you think I wanted this? To me, Wanwan is closer than my own daughter. Her lying here, my heart aches more than anyone else's."

"But is heartache useful? Can Wanwan wake up? The only thing we can do now is to fulfill Wanwan's wish and use her blood to save his child from this misfortune, isn't that right?"

“Wanwan isn’t dead yet, she’s just asleep,” Zhan Jingting emphasized. “Just because she can’t wake up now doesn’t mean she’ll never wake up.”

“You are a miracle doctor, you must be able to find a way to wake her up. If you can’t, I can ask the best doctors in the world to do research. No matter how much money or time it takes, I will not give up. I will never give up on her, and I will never use her blood to give to Xiao Jiu.”

The quack doctor felt as if his throat was choked, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Grandpa," Jiang Dong said anxiously, "Master Zhan is right, Madam is not dead yet. You must have a way to wake her up, right!"

"I can't guarantee it," the Ghost Hand Doctor said truthfully. "Wanwan is stubborn. Once she makes a decision, she definitely won't give herself a chance to turn back. Plus, it can save Xiao Jiu, so she's even more determined to go ahead."

“Wanwan must have realized that Jingting wouldn’t give up on her easily, so the medicine she used was very complicated. I’ve already gone to the hotel to get the red wine Wanwan drank and checked it. To be honest, I can’t guarantee that it will wake Wanwan up.”

Jiang Dong's face turned pale. "How could this happen..."

“Just because you can’t guarantee it today doesn’t mean I’ll give up on Wanwan.” Zhan Jingting sat on the edge of the bed, his calloused fingertips gently stroking Qiao Wanwan’s face. “Xiao Jiu is important, but nothing is more important than Wanwan. I’ve already let her risk her life to save Shiyi, and I won’t tolerate this happening a second time.”

“She is my wife. She married me to be cherished and pampered, not to save our child, nor to change the fate of the Zhan family.”

"Listen, I'll only say this once: from now on, no one is allowed to mention the blood transfusion for Xiao Jiu again. Otherwise, no matter who it is, don't blame me for turning ruthless!"