The next day.
Qin He finished Shen Yilin's physical examination and her gaze deepened as she heard the door behind her open.
She didn't turn around, listening to the footsteps gradually approach her from behind.
"How is he today?" Shen Yicong's voice was deep.
Qin He's demeanor was the same as always: "His condition is not good, but recently I've been researching, and there might be a new treatment plan."
Shen Yicong frowned: "What treatment plan?"
"You might not understand even if I told you, but you just need to know that this plan has a higher feasibility."
Qin He turned around, her expression serious as she gazed at Shen Yicong: "I need a piece of medical equipment, but I imagine it would be very difficult for you to obtain."
Shen Yicong's expression was indifferent: "You say it."
Qin He stated the name, then added: "It's a new medical device researched in Country D, extremely precise. Not only is it expensive, but ordinary people have no way to purchase it."
People like those in Shen Yicong's organization, although powerful, had to avoid official channels.
Qin He appraised him.
Shen Yicong looked at her: "Then how did you know about this machine?"
Qin He waited for him to ask this question: "I have used this medical device before, when I was researching my brother's illness."
Her tone was extremely calm, but her heart trembled.
Shen Yicong was silent for a few seconds, then asked: "Where is the machine you mentioned now?"
Qin He said: "It's in my previous medical studio. However, the machine is too large for you to transport. In that case, we'll have to research another plan."
She dared not be too hasty.
Shen Yicong was meticulous and suspicious; she might be exposed at any moment.
The ward was silent for a few seconds, and Shen Yicong suddenly laughed.
"Since Miss Qin says that machine can help Yilin's condition, I can transport it no matter how large. However, I wonder if this machine is truly useful, or if it's an excuse for Miss Qin to escape?"
Qin He scoffed: "Are you this cautious about everything related to Qingcheng? Even if you go to retrieve it, your people will go, what does it have to do with me? I said, if you can't retrieve it, you can always research another treatment plan."
She subtly clenched her palm.
Shen Yicong nodded: "Miss Qin, rest assured, the machine you want will be delivered within three days. However—if you lied to me, I will make you regret it."
"How will I regret it? Do you dare to kill me?" Qin He retorted deliberately.
But the next moment, Shen Yicong fiercely grabbed her wrist.
A wicked coldness flashed across the man's handsome and rugged face: "Of course I won't kill you. But there are many things in this world that are more unbearable than death, don't you think?"
Shen Yicong's arm wrapped around her waist. Qin He froze, a wave of nausea washing over her.
She raised her hand to slap him, but her wrist was weak and limp, and Shen Yicong easily captured it.
"I know you're brave, Qin He, but the other three might not be."
Shen Yicong lowered his gaze and reached for Qin He's collar. Under her ashen face, he let out a malicious chuckle and then let go.
"However, guess what? If I were to have my way with you here, and then send the recording to Qingcheng and Haicheng, wouldn't your lover Gu Qichen be furious to death? And your grandmother, I heard her heart isn't very good?"
Qin He's face turned ashen as she gritted her teeth: "Shen Yicong, you're truly disgusting!"
"You flatter me." Shen Yicong roughly threw her aside, appearing unconcerned. "Qin He, insults won't hurt me. If you lie to me, I will make you and those three regret it deeply."
Qin He stumbled a couple of steps after being thrown, barely managing to steady herself by holding onto the bed frame.
The feeling of disgust in her heart hadn't yet subsided when the ward door slammed shut.
Qin He took a few deep breaths.
They were both from the Shen family, but Shen Yilin was innocent and sunny, while Shen Yicong was a morally bankrupt individual who did all sorts of evil without any restraint.
She calmed her emotions and walked to the hospital bed to continue examining Shen Yilin's condition.
She had been researching treatment plans for days. Although it was late-stage stomach cancer, the cancer cells had already shown signs of metastasis. She could only try to extend his remaining life.
The machine was something she had lied to Shen Yicong about.
Qin He closed her eyes. The machine was advanced, and only a few world-class top hospitals had it.
Furthermore, its operation was complex. Even if Shen Yicong managed to obtain it, it would be difficult for him to detect the networked chip inside.
Qin He rearranged her thoughts and turned to look at Shen Yilin on the hospital bed.
"Yilin, you don't want to be sleeping like this all the time, do you?"
She couldn't do much about Shen Yilin's condition for the time being, but she couldn't let him sleep like this forever.
The reason Shen Yicong kept Shen Yilin in a coma was twofold: one was for his condition, and the other was likely to prevent Shen Yilin from knowing about the things he had done.
Qin He pursed her lips tightly. Shen Yilin didn't have much time left.
In one aspect, she was the same as Shen Yicong.
She also hoped that Shen Yilin could recover.
But this was clearly unrealistic. Therefore, in his final moments, Shen Yilin should at least be awake and happy.
After checking on Shen Yilin's condition, Qin He turned and returned to the doctor's office.
In the office, Gao Lang and Li Fengrui were still poring over the documents.
Recently, under immense pressure, the two had often stayed up all night researching materials on late-stage stomach cancer.
Gao Lang's short hair was tousled into a bird's nest from him scratching his head.
"Historically, there have been cases of recovery, but they were almost miracles, with no medical explanation."
Li Fengrui also nodded: "If you're hoping for him to recover on his own, the chances are lower than winning the lottery's grand prize."
The atmosphere in the office was somber. Qin He looked at Wang Jiming lying on the sofa nearby.
Ever since Wang Jiming learned that Shen Yicong had brought them here to treat Shen Yilin, and that it was late-stage stomach cancer, he had completely lost hope. Even without doing anything, he was plagued by emotions and the fear of death, suffering from insomnia every day.
Qin He could understand. After all, everyone had a different capacity for endurance. This matter had crossed the line of Wang Jiming's tolerance.
His breakdown was understandable.
Qin He walked over to the sofa and said softly: "Wang Jiming, if you want to rest, go back to your room and rest first. Pushing yourself like this isn't a solution. Don't wear yourself out."
Wang Jiming looked up when he heard her.
His eyes flashed with resentment under his wire-rimmed glasses.
Qin He had seen his gaze frequently these past few days and could only avoid his eyes.
"Qin He, what do you mean by that?" Wang Jiming abruptly sat up from the sofa.
Gao Lang and Li Fengrui looked over. Gao Lang frowned with his handsome eyebrows: "Wang Jiming, what are you doing? Miss Qin was just kindly suggesting you go rest for a while."
"She was kindly suggesting?" Wang Jiming laughed hysterically. "Don't you forget who's responsible for our current predicament!"