"Come on, drink the medicine and your body will gradually recover."
Professor Han coaxed like comforting a child.
"Don't lie to me anymore, my illness is hopeless."
If it were before, Xiao Han would have happily taken the medicine, but day after day, year after year, his condition never improved.
His original hope turned into disappointment.
The dream, too, had shattered.
"Xiao Han, never give up on yourself until the last moment." Professor Han was heartbroken, being the Ou Family's doctor and having watched Xiao Han grow up; he really cared for him deeply.
Xiao Han closed his eyes slightly, his tone was very bitter: "I don't want to give up on myself, but I have to."
Seeing his despondent demeanor, Professor Han couldn't hold back: "Xiao Han, believe me, you can survive."
"Professor." Xiao Han looked at him in surprise.
"You have a sister, Xiao Han, there's hope for you, do you understand?"
