Bai Yan looked at Li Xinyi: "You're someone Bai Xinmo sponsored, don't you think this is incredibly heartless?"

Li Xinyi said nonchalantly, "People strive for higher positions, just as water flows downhill. Besides, she's almost dead, what's wrong with me stepping on her to climb over her?"

Bai Yan raised an eyebrow; "Aren't you afraid I'll tell her?"

"Of course you can choose to tell her."

Li Xinmo said gently, with a smug smile, "She has a heart condition. If I anger her to death, I can get promoted sooner."

"Get a permanent position?" Bai Yan said, "You're right. The prerequisite for your permanent position is Bai Xinmo's death. What if she doesn't die?"

"What?" Li Xinyi frowned.

"Please make way." Bai Yan and Li Xinyi stepped aside as the doctor and nurses were about to enter the ward.

The door wasn't closed, and sounds came from inside.

"What? There's a miracle drug?" Bai Xinmo's trembling voice rang out: "If I take this drug, how long can I live?"

The doctor said, "This drug is not yet widely available and is quite expensive. It is used as an adjunct therapy to maintain emotional stability, and it will last for at least six years."

"By then, there may be new technology that can cure your illness."

“Zhendong, Zhendong, can you hear me? I can survive… Waaah…” Bai Xinmo cried tears of joy.

Huo Zhendong and Huo Jiaojiao embraced her. He was naturally happy that his wife didn't have to die, but he frowned again when he thought of Li Xinyi.

Li Xinyi, who was outside the door, heard all of this and her face turned pale.

Six years!

She has to wait another six years!

And who knows if Bai Xinmo will still be alive or dead six years from now?

Bai Yan looked at Li Xinyi's expression and gently curled her lips: She had already given Li Xinyi the choice.