Tianming Medical Clinic was bustling with people, but as the sun set, the number of people gradually dwindled.

Yuan Doudou squatted in the medicine-decocting room. The servant who was decocting the medicine told her to keep an eye on An Rong's medicine before he went off duty.

The air was filled with the bitter smell of medicine.

I remember his furrowed brow when he took his medicine yesterday.

Yuan Doudou hurriedly went to the street and bought a bag of honey-glazed pastries.

I guarantee he'll find it sweet in his mouth after eating it.

A sweet tongue makes one's heart sweet.

If you feel a sweet taste in your heart, then you're just meat on the chopping block, at her mercy.

Back at the clinic, I ran into Li Tianlang, who was off work.

"DouDou, let's talk in private." Since An Rong wouldn't speak, he would.

It is common practice for doctors to explain things to the patient's family after examining them.

Yuan Doudou was curious; he looked serious, as if he was about to say something important.

Could it be related to An Rong's illness?

Thinking of this, she immediately perked up.

“Okay, let’s talk.” She walked outside first, thinking that doctors would often talk about their patients’ conditions behind their backs.

They arrived at the side room on the right side of the clinic, which was Li Tianlang's private rest room.

If he encounters special circumstances and cannot go back, he has a place to rest, such as during his lunch break, which he always does at the clinic.

"Speak." The door was ajar.

She wondered why they needed to talk in his bedroom.

Something feels off.

“An Rong’s injuries are not serious,” Li Tianlang said in a deep voice, “but if we don’t get an antidote for the poison in his body, he will die suddenly within three months.”

Three months is an ideal number.

If things go smoothly, a month should be enough.

Three months?!

She knew An Rong was nearing the end, but thought he only had three or five years left.

Looking at her wide, round almond-shaped eyes, Li Tianlang was very satisfied.

This is exactly the effect I wanted.

"He didn't tell you because he didn't want you to worry," Li Tianlang explained.

Does it matter?

The person who should be keeping this from the patient is the one who should be kept in the dark. But now that An Rong already knows, there's no need to hide it from her anymore.

Of course she'd be worried.

His mother-in-law only had one son. He didn't die in battle, but he was poisoned to death. Isn't that a huge mistake?

"He did say why he was poisoned, what kind of poison it was, and where the antidote is?" She wanted to ask An Rong, but then she thought, if An Rong doesn't say, why should she ask?

She didn't want to force anyone to do something against their will.

Li Tianlang pretended to be troubled, blushing at the thought of the intricacies involved.

I really don't know how to say it.

"Did I put you in a difficult position?" Yuan Doudou saw that he seemed hesitant to speak, and her face turned red.

My thoughts immediately went astray.

Could it be that An Rong was poisoned with love, and the antidote was a woman?

It was shown on TV that the male and female leads were poisoned by love, and they had to have sex to cure the poison.

Haha, why didn't you say so earlier?

Isn't this the ready-made antidote?

Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda; what is sacrificing one's own body?

Yuan Doudou's righteous and fearless demeanor, as if she were ready to die, left Li Tianlang completely bewildered.

Is she overthinking things, believing that the antidote is herself?

Li Tianlang sighed, thinking, "What an innocent little guy."

"DouDou, calm down." Li Tianlang interrupted DouDou's daydreaming.

Yuan Doudou snapped out of her daze, her eyes clearing: "What's there to calm down about?"

How can one remain calm in such a situation?

She has already drawn upon all her life's knowledge to plan which positions would help the toxins dissipate most quickly.

"It's not as simple as you think." Li Tianlang coughed a few times, his right fist pressed against his mouth.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me.

Did she misunderstand?

"Dr. Li, just say what you have to say." I'm really getting confused.

Li Tianlang stared directly at her, trying to find a trace of fear in her eyes.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a trace left.

What is the point of him telling the truth?

"Actually, I just wanted to tell you not to worry too much. I will do my best to prolong his life." He didn't want to say anything more.

It's obvious that Yuan Doudou doesn't care whether An Rong will die or how long it will take.

Even if she knew the antidote was in the poisoner's body, she probably wouldn't have much of a reaction.

The jealousy in his heart was taking root and sprouting, climbing upwards along the vines in his mind.

Even after Yuan Doudou returned to the medicine-decocting room, she still couldn't figure out what Li Tianlang was up to.

I talked to her and got nothing in return.

An Rong knew she was going to die soon.

He said it but didn't say what kind of poison it was or how to detoxify it.

Then he said he was overthinking it.

What does it mean exactly?

Yuan Doudou poured the medicine from the clay pot into a bowl, then absentmindedly carried the bowl into the house.

I'm still thinking about the antidote.

An Rong took the soup bowl; it was scalding hot.

He looked at Yuan Doudou, lost in thought, completely unaware that the bowl was very hot.

"Give me your hand," An Rong said in a low voice.

"Huh?" Yuan Doudou was confused, but she consciously handed over her hand.

An Rong took her hand in his, her delicate fingers were burned red.

What is he going to do?

Just as Yuan Doudou was about to withdraw her hand, she saw An Rong gently blowing on her fingers.

The warm breath on my hands felt cozy and ticklish.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice how hot the soup bowl was.

My goodness, he's so thoughtful.

In her time, he was clearly a perfect gentleman.

He's tall, handsome, and warm-hearted; the more she looks at him, the more she likes him.

Unfortunately, his life was nearing its end.

She secretly resolved to try it herself and see if it could really be an antidote.

"Does it still hurt?" An Rong asked gently and deeply, his voice touching the heart.

Yuan Doudou blushed, shook her head, and looked just like the real Yuan Doudou.

"Hurry up and drink your medicine," Yuan Doudou said, changing the subject.

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