Long Linger stepped forward and grasped her hand, saying with heartache, "Come, sit down quickly! You can't stand all the time, you must sit down. Look at you, you're so thin, do you usually not eat?"
Tang Qingxue shook her head, smiling bitterly, "Of course I eat, but not very much... However, rest assured, I'm a doctor myself, I won't let anything happen to myself."
"You, you have the same temperament as Yin Hun the Nineteenth, always saying you're a doctor, always saying nothing will happen, but in the end..."
The nurse brought in two cups of coffee, Long Linger held one cup and placed it in front of Tang Qingxue. Mentioning Yin Hun the Nineteenth, Tang Qingxue's eyes were shimmering with tears, "Linger, I still can't believe he really left me. You tell me, such a good person, how could he die?"
