Unexpectedly, he fainted and died.
"Third Master..."
Ling Mo hurriedly helped him to a chair and frantically took his pulse.
Noticing that his pulse was more erratic than before, she became extremely anxious.
It was windy on the terrace, and she was about to carry him back to the room when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a message Mr. Smith had sent him:
"Old Qin, I'm not joking with you. Your condition is getting worse and worse; we can't delay any longer. The best thing you can do now is to get her pregnant as soon as possible. Her blood can alleviate your symptoms, and your child should be able to do the same. Then, if your heart or other organs fail, at least you'll have some protection, right?"
Ling Mo stared blankly at the phone screen for a long time before he came to his senses.
According to Mr. Smith, the only cure for Qin Beiming's poison seems to be their child.
And the "guarantee" that Mr. Smith mentioned must be exchanging their child's life for Qin Beiming's chance of survival, right?
This practice is incredibly unfair to the child...
Ling Mo took a deep breath and stared blankly at the unconscious Qin Beiming, feeling a mix of emotions.
At this moment, she suddenly began to doubt Qin Beiming's motives for approaching her.
Given his anxious demeanor just now, she even suspected that he really wanted to use their child to cure the poison in his body.
If that's the case, what should she do?
It would be unrealistic to expect her to leave him at this critical juncture.
But she simply couldn't tolerate anyone approaching her with ulterior motives.
"Third Master...don't lie to me..."
Ling Mo silently concealed the sadness in his eyes, pretending nothing had happened, and carefully carried him into the bedroom.
In fact, if Qin Beiming were willing to communicate with her properly, she would definitely consider the feasibility of this matter.
She will do her best to save the child's life without harming him.
However, Qin Beiming didn't say anything, which made her feel that his initial approach was driven by a strong ulterior motive.
Even his kindness towards her was entirely for the sake of profit.
Ling Mo sat blankly by Qin Beiming's bedside all night, her emotions stuck in a trough, unable to get out of it.
Only after he slowly woke up did she slowly turn her head. "Awake?"
"Am I having another attack?"
"Um."
"Are you hurt?" Qin Beiming sat up and asked with concern.
"No."
Ling Mo shook his head, placed one hand on his chest, and spoke in a voice barely audible:
“Last night, after you finished your call with Grandma, you passed out. You didn’t hurt me, but my heart hurts terribly, like it’s been pierced by an arrow, a sharp, throbbing pain.”
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