Madam Liu's pulse remained weak, but it was significantly better than the intermittent signs before.
Qin He knew what to do. Some herbs were too potent initially, but now that Madam Liu's body could handle it, she could slightly increase the dosage.
As she was contemplating this, she heard Liu Xing'an speak, "Learning to diagnose by pulse is no simple matter. Qin He, come, let me give you some practice. Take my pulse."
Qin He gave a sheepish smile, having already admitted to being a beginner.
She went to Liu Xing'an's side and took his pulse, appearing serious as she said, "Uncle Liu, your health is excellent!"
Liu Xing'an chuckled, "Is that so? Then give Qi Shen a pulse too, let's see who's healthier. I see him burning the midnight oil at the joint department every day, his health might not be as good as mine."
Madam Liu playfully chided him.
Qin He glanced at Gu Qi Shen, hesitating. He had already rolled up his sleeve and offered his wrist.
She could only steel herself and step forward, lightly touching Gu Qi Shen's wrist a few times.
The distance between them was quite close, his breath brushing her forehead.
Qin He discreetly moved back a little, adopting a professional demeanor. "President Gu, your health is good, very robust."
Madam Liu watched with amusement. "Qin He's traditional Chinese medicine skills are quite good. At least, she knows how to make people happy after taking their pulse."
As they were all laughing, Qin He withdrew her hand from Gu Qi Shen's wrist. Just as she was about to leave, she met his dark, profound eyes.
His features were as exquisite as a painting, his gaze deep and far-reaching.
Qin He froze for a moment, her heart feeling as if it would leap out of her chest.
As if her hand had been burned, she quickly withdrew it and turned to walk away.
Gu Qi Shen watched Qin He intently, not quite understanding her sudden strong reaction.
His gaze followed Qin He's retreating figure, until he noticed the slight flush on her earlobes.
...
After spending half a day at the villa, Qin He decided it was time to leave.
She had examined Madam Liu's pulse and planned to return to revise the prescription.
As she left the villa, Gu Qi Shen's car followed hers.
After the nth glance Qin He cast in the rearview mirror, Di Shishi, who was driving, could no longer contain herself. "Why don't you just turn around and look directly?"
Qin He frowned, "What?"
"You've looked in the rearview mirror more than ten times on this drive. Qin He, do you actually like Gu Qi Shen? Isn't he your ex-husband?"
Qin He was stunned, then smacked her own face.
Right, Gu Qi Shen was her ex-husband.
They had been together for two years. According to her brother, he was a man she had desperately pursued but failed to win over.
She needed to be clear-headed.
Like a splash of cold water, Qin He's confused emotions completely settled.
She frowned. Gu Qi Shen had an aura about him that easily influenced others. She would need to be vigilant and cautious in the future.
Descending the mountain, Qin He drove directly back to the Qin family home.
She rested briefly, then revised Madam Liu's prescription and instructed Di Shishi to dispense the new prescription and deliver it to the villa.
Having sorted everything out, she reviewed Shen Yicong's recent test results again.
There was only one conclusion.
Despite the extremely high risk of surgery, if it wasn't performed, Shen Yicong was doomed.
With the surgery, there was a thirty to forty percent chance of survival.
Qin He sighed. This matter would have to be discussed with Shen Yilin.
After all, he was his brother's only remaining family.
...
On the weekend, after Qin He finished her live broadcast, she watched Shen Yilin tidying up the equipment.
She spoke softly, "Yilin, stop packing for a moment. Come here, I need to discuss something with you."
Shen Yicong's condition was not good, and Shen Yilin had been emotionally low recently.
"Sister, what is it?"
Qin He sighed softly. "I recently spoke with the director of Qingcheng First Hospital. I heard your brother's condition is not looking good."
Seeing Shen Yilin's expression darken, Qin He quickly smiled to encourage him. "Yilin, do you remember I told you I know a very good doctor? Perhaps she can cure your brother."
Shen Yilin looked up at Qin He. "Sister, can my brother still be cured in his current condition?"
Qin He pursed her lips. "I sent your brother's medical records to that doctor, and she said there's a thirty to forty percent chance."
Thirty to forty percent?!
Shen Yilin's eyes brightened. "My brother's attending physician also said surgery was possible, but the success rate was only ten percent."
But without it, his condition would only continue to deteriorate.
After a brief flicker of hope, Shen Yilin realized that thirty to forty percent was still a small probability.
He sat down, his lips tightly pressed together, his hands clasped into fists on the table.
"Yilin, you are your brother's only family now. If you agree, I will ask that doctor to operate on your brother."
Qin He didn't know how to comfort him. "I believe she will do her utmost."
Shen Yilin's handsome face trembled slightly at the lips. "Sister, I know which path is right and correct, but I still dare not take it. What should I do?"
His voice gradually faded. "I'm afraid... afraid that after the surgery, I won't have my brother anymore. He is my only family. If he leaves, there will truly be only myself in this world."
Without the surgery, there was no hope.
Qin He looked at Shen Yilin. Facing life and death, comforting words seemed pale.
She let out a long sigh. "Yilin, we can only do our best."
When he had gradually calmed down, Qin He stood up. "It's alright. If you haven't made up your mind, we can wait a few more days. However, we cannot wait too long. Yilin, you need to be prepared. I'll take you back to school first."
The two of them left the house. The car started, and Qin He drove Shen Yilin back to Qingda University.
As he got out of the car, Shen Yilin suddenly turned to Qin He. "Sister, let's do the surgery. Please help me find that doctor. No matter how much the surgery costs, I'll work hard to repay you in the future."
Qin He smiled. "You've been my assistant for so long, it wasn't for nothing. Don't worry, you don't need to worry about your brother's surgical fees."
Shen Yilin pursed his lips. He lacked the ability at the moment, so he didn't mention repayment to Qin He.
Stepping out of the car and standing outside, he suddenly said, "Sister, I still have you, right?"
Qin He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled at Shen Yilin. "Yes, if you acknowledge me as your sister, I will always consider you my brother."
Qin He watched Shen Yilin enter the school gate and sat in the car, sighing softly.
Shen Yicong's surgery had been putting a lot of pressure on her lately.
Qin He sat for a while before starting the car and leaving.
For the next three consecutive days, Qin He meticulously reviewed Shen Yicong's medical records and analyses.
Her own situation was precarious, and she dared not visit Qingcheng First Hospital every day. She only asked Shen Bin to send her all of Shen Yicong's data, no matter how trivial.
On the morning of the surgery.
Qin He quietly drove out of the back gate of the Qin family home and headed for Qingcheng First Hospital.
Wearing a hat and mask, she proceeded to the single dressing room prepared for her by Shen Bin.