Shen Qinglan smiled, "Sister Su Qing, I will hold on until the last second." She had never thought of giving up; she had so many concerns, how could she bear to give up?
What Shen Qinglan didn't know was that, two rooms away from her sickroom, the virus in Ya Xi's body had also erupted. After lying dormant inside her for months, it suddenly exploded like a trigger had been activated, furiously attacking. Ya Xi had been unconscious for five days now, unlike Shen Qinglan, who still had clear moments every day. Ya Xi had fallen into a complete coma, like a vegetative state, even lacking conscious awareness.
The virus inside Ya Xi's body was much more severe than Shen Qinglan's. If a cure wasn't found soon, Ya Xi's life truly hung by a thread.
Because they feared that Shen Qinglan would worry, everyone tacitly agreed to hide these facts from her.
