"How are you, Young Miss Cheon?" With a gentle smile Li Xinyuan inquired. The little lady lay on her bed, breathing with a wheeze.
"Good as… fish… Out of water." Cheon Yerin replied slowly, hands twitching at her sides.
To jest in such a situation, Cheon Yerin's mental fortitude was truly commendable.
Albeit weakly, Li Xinyuan offered her a smile. "Do not worry, soon you shall be as good as a fish in sea." He gently squeezed her withering hand to emphasise.
"You… Found donor?"
"Indeed." Li Xinyuan nodded slowly. "You must hold on for a few more days. I shall try my best to restore your health."
"... Thank… You."
"It is merely a duty. Now, drink this concoction made by the Demonic Physician."
"It's… Bitter… And cold."
"Please, bear with it, My Lady." Li Xinyuan smiled as comfortingly as he could. "Once your health has been restored, you shall need not drink medicines anymore."
"Very well."
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