"Go away, it's dangerous here..."

Yang Boping, with disheveled hair, leaned against the door and spoke tremblingly.

But Liang Junyan, who was at the door, was not willing to do that. He knew that the other person was seriously ill when he heard his hoarse voice.

He loves Ping and cannot leave her mercilessly.

Put down the medicine in your hand.

He found an axe in the yard and hit the door lock with it.

A little bit.

Yang 냫 Ping inside tried to stop them in panic, but she was too heavy to stand up.

Not long after, Liang Junyan, wearing a mask, broke into the room and helped Yang 냫ping up from the ground.

Yang 냫 Ping's whole body was hot and her fair face was flushed, which frightened Liang Junyan so much that he almost retracted his hand.

He carried Yang Ping to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and fed her the medicine.

Yang Ping looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes. He looked at her firmly. She immediately blamed herself, "Are you going to die? What if you get infected too?"

"I want my life, but I want you more."

The man's voice was muffled by the mask and sounded a little dull.

Yang Boping frowned, drank the bitter medicine, and turned to look at the door.

The two daughters appeared out of nowhere.

Wearing masks, they came to her bedside, held her hands and said hopefully, "Mom, you will get better."

At this moment, Yang Ping, who felt like she had fallen into an abyss and was terminally ill, looked at her daughter and husband who were guarding her side, and her heart suddenly felt warm.

I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Liang Junyan wiped away her tears and said softly, "Silly girl, we are still with you, don't give up on yourself."

Not long after, Yang Wanping's nervous heart calmed down again, and she fell asleep while crying.

At night, a pair of cold hands stroked her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes, and Liang Junyan pulled the rope of the bedside lamp.

The dim light shone on his resolute face.

Holding a bowl of hot noodles in his hand, he asked her, "Are you awake? Why don't you get up and eat something before taking a rest?"

Yang 냫 Ping felt sore all over and as if she had fallen into an oven. She had lost her appetite long ago, but when she smelled the noodles, she sobered up instantly.

"Mom, would you like to eat something? This is noodles made by Dad himself. He cooked it in chicken soup."

The youngest child, Yanan sensibly held her hot hand.

The eldest daughter Chunxiao also touched the back of her hand and spoke while lying on the bed.

Although they both wore masks, Yang Ping was very worried. She pulled her hand back with difficulty and asked them to stay as far away from her as possible.

As soon as I opened my mouth, my throat felt like it had swallowed charcoal and was burning.

Liang Junyan comforted her, "Drink some soup to moisten your throat?"

Yang Boping nodded, opened her mouth tremblingly, and took a sip of the soup under the other party's expectant gaze.

Slightly sweet and moist.

The smell of chicken soup activated all the cells in her body.

Suddenly I had some appetite.

Liang Junyan saw that she could drink the soup, so she must be able to eat something.

Yu 놆 picked up the noodles and slowly fed them into her mouth.

Yang Ping chewed it for a few times and felt that she could not taste anything in her mouth at first, but after a while, she could smell the chicken soup and finally accepted the feeling of chewing wax.

Is she so sick that she can't even taste salty food?

I barely finished a bowl of noodles.

Liang Junyan helped her lie down again.

"Go to sleep, I will accompany you."

The daughters lay on the bed and refused to leave. Yang Ping had no choice but to let them do as they pleased.

In the second half of the night, Yang 냫 Ping had a high fever and was calling Liang Junyan's name in a daze.

Liang Junyan, who was sleeping on the bed, quickly got up, held her hand, and comforted her softly, "You are here, you are here..."

"It's so hot." Liang Junyan hurried out and came back with a basin of cold water. He put the towel down, wrung it dry, and then put it on Yang Boping's hot forehead to prevent Yang Boping from continuing to talk nonsense.

Feeling the cold, Yang Ping shuddered at an inappropriate time.

"cold……"

This disease is so strange, you have a high fever but feel cold.

Liang Junyan hugged her body and whispered in her ear, "Are you still cold like this?"

Yang 냫 Ping squinted her eyes, unable to see the person in front of her, but she could feel the other person's chest was so warm.

She was in pain and suddenly felt hopeless. She probably wouldn't get better, right?

How many people have died from this disease? She has been so sick these days that she can't even tell the difference between day and night.

"Junyan..."

"Hmm?" Liang Junyan paused after being called, and looked at her nervously, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?"

Yang Ping shook her head.

A pale face and a pair of sunken eyes looked at each other.

"Junyan...if you leave, you must take good care of the two children."

The two daughters stared with wide eyes as they listened to Yang Ping talking about the so-called "will" and were so frightened that they lost all their sleepiness.

One by one, they came over and held Yang Ping's hand, "Mom, please don't leave us!"

Liang Junyan was so distressed that tears streamed down his face.

"What are you talking about, idiot? We'll all be fine."

"Chunxiao, Yanan, Mommy has let you down in the past. I didn't take good care of you. I'm sorry... Mommy is very sorry that I didn't make it up to you before I left..."

The two children started crying and shook her hands, "Don't say that. Mommy has been through a lot. We don't blame you."

"If you feel regretful, you must survive, otherwise we will get angry with you."

Chunxiao's eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept flowing, which made Yang 냃ping feel nervous.

Liang Junyan hugged her and said, "Stop talking nonsense. No matter how difficult it is, we must persevere."

"With 놖 here, 놖 won't let anything happen to you."

Having said that, Liang Junyan was not so strong in his heart. When he heard Yang 냫ping's will, his heart was broken.

The whole family cried and hugged each other. Yang Ping fell asleep again under Liang Junyan's comfort.

In the next few days, Yang Ping became sicker and sicker. She could hardly eat anything and could only drink some medicine. In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.

Qiu 뎃 is still in the space and has not come out.

He was wearing a white coat and a mask. He pushed the green needle in his hand forward and squeezed out the air inside.

Catch the lively white mouse in the glass box.

He put the medicine in with his hand.

Several special injections have been developed, but each time they ended in failure. This time he extracted the blood of infected patients to extract the drug.

Nervously hoping it will work this time.

After being injected with the drug, the mice were put back into the boxes and numbered.

Set a time and count down.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, when he came back to check on the rat, he noticed that its activity rate had increased.

Seems to be fine.

Was it successful this time?

Not sure, Qiu was feeling nervous.

I'd rather wait a little longer.

The next day, the white mouse was still alive!!

Qiu took off his mask and touched the injection excitedly, "God will always be grateful to those who work hard!!!"

After wiping away tears, he came to his senses, "I have to tell Ping as soon as possible. This time she can really be saved!"