Qin He examined the medicine in her hand, her voice indifferent, "Since that's the case, why are you looking for me again?"
Shen Yizong, who had arrived in anger, sneered at Qin He's demeanor.
"It seems I need to find two new assistants for Ms. Qin."
Qin He turned to face Shen Yizong, "I don't need assistants."
Zhao Fu and Wang Tai deserved their fate, but she didn't want anyone else to end up in Shen Yizong's hands.
Shen Yizong's tone turned dangerous, "When Zhao Fu was dying, he said you asked him for the Bing Hai research formula. What are you trying to do? Qin He, why can't you just obediently stay here and treat Yilin?"
Qin He held the tray, cast a cold glance at Shen Yizong.
She ignored his words and turned to leave the office.
After returning from giving Shen Yilin an injection, Qin He saw Shen Yizong still in the office.
She walked in with a frown, pretending he wasn't there, and sat down to organize her files. The check-ups over the past two days indicated that Shen Yilin's condition was slowly deteriorating, and her mood grew heavier.
If this trend continued, Shen Yilin would live for at most three more months. Even with her best efforts to delay it, it wouldn't exceed half a year.
Most importantly, the final option was chemotherapy, which was extremely painful.
Qin He could only try to delay the onset of chemotherapy, even if it was just for one more day.
When she looked up from her research, Shen Yizong was no longer in the office.
Qin He breathed a sigh of relief.
At three in the afternoon, Shen Yilin asked the maid to summon Shen Yizong to the ward.
After Shen Yizong entered the ward, he sat by the bedside, "You asked the maid to call me, is there something you need?"
Shen Yilin sat on the edge of the bed, looking thin and listless. "Brother, sister has been treating me diligently during this time. I was thinking of thanking her. Shall we invite her for a meal? While my body can still hold up—"
Shen Yizong's brow furrowed, "What nonsense are you talking about? You will definitely get better."
Shen Yilin gave a bitter smile. He knew his condition well. Recently, everything he ate under Qin He's supervision was vomited back up, and he had even vomited blood.
His time was probably running out.
Shen Yilin looked at Shen Yizong, "Tonight, Brother. I want to invite sister for a meal. Can you help me prepare?"
Shen Yizong stared at Shen Yilin with a frown. Seeing his brother's expectant look, he hadn't seen him so eager for anything since he fell ill.
"Alright."
At six in the evening, Qin He returned to her bedroom to freshen up.
A few minutes later, her gaze slowly turned grim.
A subtle tremor had begun in her body. It was almost time for her daily Bing Hai injection. Her body was already addicted to Bing Hai.
Qin He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the craving in her body. But the throbbing pain, once it started, intensified relentlessly, giving her no time to recover.
At six-thirty, the bedroom door opened.
Qin He looked up at the doorway. Shen Yizong stood there, but today he wasn't holding a Bing Hai syringe.
Shen Yizong looked at Qin He's pale face and chuckled playfully.
"Looks like the addiction is worsening. It's only six-thirty and you're already like this?"
Qin He's eyes grew cold, and she shot him a chilling look, "Get out."
Shen Yizong smiled, watching Qin He's slightly trembling fingers.
"You're quite resilient. You can still hold on this long."
He had seen Qin He as someone who could endure the effects of Bing Hai for the longest time. But he also understood that Bing Hai could destroy a person's will from within.
What was the difference between enduring for a day and enduring for a month? In the end, one would succumb to its influence.
Shen Yizong walked up to Qin He and took her wrist.
Qin He tried to break free, but her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
"Yilin said he wants to thank you and treat you to dinner. How can you possibly go in your current state?"
Qin He gritted her teeth and glared at Shen Yizong, "Let go of me."
Even with little strength left, she raised her other hand to slap Shen Yizong.
"Slap."
Shen Yizong hadn't expected Qin He to actually hit him.
He had forced Qin He to take two drugs, one of which was to drain her physical strength. After all, with her skills, no one in the entire villa could subdue her.
Therefore, he hadn't been on guard. Qin He's slap landed directly on his face. It wasn't hard, but Shen Yizong felt it as a complete provocation and insult.
He grabbed Qin He's wrist and pulled her entire body up from the bed.
"Qin He, I've been too lenient with you, making you reckless and unaware of your current status!"
Qin He, weak and breathless, could only glare and say, "Scram!"
Shen Yizong sneered. Normally, he would have "scrammed." After all, when Bing Hai took effect, he could wait for Qin He to beg him.
But today was different. Yilin was already waiting in the dining room.
Shen Yizong grasped Qin He's jaw with one hand and squeezed hard. Qin He's mouth parted slightly in pain.
He took out a pill and directly put it into Qin He's mouth.
"Take it."
Qin He frowned, trying to spit out the pill. Normally, the drug Shen Yizong gave her to dissipate her strength was a capsule. She didn't know what this new drug was.
As Qin He was about to spit out the pill, Shen Yizong frowned. He looked at her cherry-red lips, which, perhaps due to her craving for Bing Hai, had taken on an unusual redness, exuding a captivating charm.
Shen Yizong curved his lips, "If you spit it out, I'll feed it to you myself."
As he spoke, he leaned closer to Qin He's lips, his lecherous eyes staring at her from close range.
His breath fanned her lips, and she could almost feel Shen Yizong's lips about to touch hers.
Qin He's eyes widened in disgust.
She wanted to push Shen Yizong away but lacked the strength. Qin He closed her eyes in pain.
Under duress, even if she spat it out, Shen Yizong would have a thousand ways to make her swallow it again.
Qin He didn't spit it out. She swallowed the pill.
As her throat moved, she coldly raised her head and looked at Shen Yizong.
"Are you satisfied? Let me go."
Shen Yizong stared at Qin He with a half-smile, "Are you afraid I'll kiss you?"
Qin He's face was cold, and she remained silent. Shen Yizong reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice containing an imperceptible excitement.
"I thought you were fearless, not even afraid of death. Turns out you're still afraid of this."
Qin He's gaze turned sharp, "Shen Yizong, what exactly do you want?"
Shen Yizong released her hand. "Yilin wants to treat you to dinner later. You can't let him see your Bing Hai addiction, can you? What I just gave you was ordinary Bing Hai, consider it a snack for now. If you behave well in front of Yilin tonight, I'll reward you with the real thing when you get back."
He smiled, his demeanor like that of a pet owner towards his pet.