Ryan was pleasantly surprised and quickly put on his stethoscope to examine her body.
"Don't... waste your energy, Ryan. I'm a doctor too, so I know I'm going to die—"
Leaving this world is also a form of death.
She timed it perfectly; the original owner of this body was about to die.
"No!" Ryan cried, throwing himself on her. "I don't want you to die! Lee! The professor said I'm his best student, you can't even compare to me! That's why I said you won't die, you won't die."
Hua Rong's eyes were a little dazed. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Yes, you're very capable."
Ryan looked up, and his watery eyes reminded Hua Rong of sycamore leaves covered in winter snow.
"Don't cry."
She wanted to raise her hand to wipe away her tears, and Ryan hurriedly moved his face closer.
"Ryan, do you regret coming to China to find me?"
"No, I don't regret it, I don't regret it! Don't talk, Li, I need to operate on you, the bullet is still inside you!"
Hua Rong shook his head, as if he heard a bugle call, "It's dawn."
Ryan looked out at the dim night sky without saying a word.
Hua Rong then looked at Ryan and said softly, "You haven't heard me sing opera before, have you? Everyone says I sing opera well."
Ryan shook his head in confusion, and then he heard the woman he had loved for half his life sing in her weak yet still beautiful voice:
"As long as the nation remains intact, the mountains and rivers will endure; as long as the heart remains steadfast, loyalty will never waver. Wielding our swords, we will fight to the last enemy leader. Fight! Fight! What can we do but fight..."
"Li! Li!"
Silence. Outside, dawn breaks, and daylight arrives.
In January 1942, the invading forces of Yang announced their surrender, ending the nine-year-long War of Resistance against Yang.
The flames of war will cease, and a new dynasty will be established!
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