Right now, he doesn’t dare to think about the result, whether good or bad. He doesn’t have the courage to imagine it; he just hates himself, intensely hates himself for his past ignorance...

Upon arriving at the hospital, Bai Jingqing dragged Beiming Han to the examination room. Now what needs to be done is a biopsy to determine if the illness is benign or malignant.

Ye Qi also followed Beiming Han closely. His brow was lightly furrowed as he looked at the names of the departments where Bai Jingqing brought Beiming Han, shocked and fearful. Could it be that the young master...

Ye Qi clenched his hand tightly into a fist, a suffocating sensation making his eyes turn red.

Everything went smoothly. In Beiming Han’s eyes, the suffering he was enduring now was inconsequential.

Bai Jingqing, with red eyes, sent the biopsy samples to the lab.

Beiming Han suddenly gripped his shoulder; Bai Jingqing’s body froze for a moment as he heard him say, "Don’t rush the results... okay?"

"Brother, the sooner the results come out, the sooner you can start treatment. Early treatment will be more beneficial!" Bai Jingqing spun around and spoke anxiously. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Beiming Han shook his head, "I just wish to spend a few more days with her, just a few days."

"Brother, it surely is benign, surely!" Bai Jingqing’s tone was slightly agitated.

"I’m fully aware of this body." Beiming Han smiled at him.

"Listen... I’m going to check on Huangfu Ye’s side." Beiming Han heavily patted his shoulder again before leaving.

Ye Qi was stunned for a long time, seeing Bai Jingqing’s distress, quickly turned around, and followed Beiming Han out.

"Young master..." Ye Qi walked beside him, calling out.

"Ye Qi, no matter what happens, make sure to protect her safety; this is my only expectation of you," Beiming Han instructed solemnly.

Ye Qi’s eyes stung even more, knowing who the young master referred to as ’her’, Gu Qingxin. He stood there, fists clenched, tears falling from his eyes.

When Beiming Han arrived, the medical staff were changing An Xiaonuan’s dressing inside, and Huangfu Ye kept crying at the sight of An Xiaonuan’s burned skin.

He couldn’t imagine how much pain she must be in; he wished he could endure the pain for her...

His shoulder was gripped, Huangfu Ye turned to find it was Beiming Han, and immediately embraced him, crying even harder.

"Brother, it’s my fault I let her down. What should I do? My heart hurts so much! I want to take on her wounds, her pain, but I can’t do it!" Huangfu Ye’s voice was filled with heart-rending helplessness.

"She will get better, surely she’ll get better." Beiming Han forcefully patted his back.

Qiao Si came in from outside; he had bought some food for Huangfu Ye, guessing that Huangfu Ye probably hadn’t eaten much all day.

"Young master Han, you’re here too. I brought some chicken soup to nourish Third Brother," Qiao Si said.

"Hmm, thanks to you these past few days." Beiming Han helped Huangfu Ye sit down.

"There’s no need to be formal with me; my relationship with Brother Ye speaks for itself." Qiao Si poured out the chicken soup to cool, a layer of yellow oil floating on top, the aroma filling the air.

"Brother, you should go back; you haven’t been home for days, Qingxin must miss you." Huangfu Ye wiped the tears chaotically from his face.

"No rush, I’ll wait for you to finish the soup before leaving." Beiming Han wouldn’t feel at ease leaving until he saw him eat something.

Huangfu Ye, hearing Beiming Han’s words, immediately picked up the chicken soup and drank it all in one go...