"Okay." Fu Zhaoxiang did not hesitate.
In any case, he had drunk all sorts of medicine over the years, so it was fine to drink a little more.
In fact, he didn't have any regrets in the past few years. His children were already old, and he and his wife were getting older day by day. It didn't seem to matter even if he died of old age here.
However, he did not want Qiu Xingmi, up to her death, to still be a name that was a taboo word in Hong Kong and anyone who mentioned her would be terrified. So even if there was a trace of hope, he still had to continue trying.
Qiu Xingmi looked at her husband through the mask on her face. Her heart was surging and her eyes were red.
"I'll be online anytime," Shi Jin said. "I'll keep looking at the feedback."
With that, she ended the video call.
Qiu Xingmi was deeply moved. "Regardless of whether Shi Jin's treatment is effective or not, I'm satisfied with this child's good intentions."
