Actually, the kiss Shen Zuimo gave Xiaofan was undoubtedly a way to express her feelings for him.
It seed there were no regrets left. Even if she were to die, at least she had loved once and tasted the flavor of love.
So, while Shen Zuimo was afraid of death, she was also not afraid anymore.
Even if there were only a short forty days left, they should spend it well together.
Everyone will face death soday, so Shen Zuimo hopes Xiaofan won't bla her for taking risks anymore. She doesn't want to see him putting his life on the line for her again.
During those forty days, let him accompany her through the rest of her life. Ah... The biggest regret is not being able to give him a child. If she could have a child with him, life would surely be more interesting, yes, it definitely would.
Before the plane took off, she tightly held his hand, wanting to tell him her feelings, wanting him to return with her. Because she knew that as soon as she let go, this fool would disappear from her sight once again.
Every mont of emotion, although fleeting, was deeply moving. Setting aside what happened when she lost her mory, everything that happened afterward deeply touched Shen Zuimo every single ti.
But in the end, she still couldn't tightly hold onto his hand...
Shen Zuimo returned, sleeping all the way back to the Capital City.
Coming back victorious was supposed to be a joyous event.
However, no one could really smile, because everything returned to the starting point. Although Shen Zuimo was brought back, the problem hadn't been alleviated the slightest bit. It was even more dangerous for Xiaofan.
Xiaofan's plan this ti undoubtedly made the other side more cautious in their defenses. The sa mistake, no matter how foolish the other side was, wouldn't be repeated a second ti.
At this mont, all of Xiaofan's previous arrangents lost their original effectiveness. He had truly beco a lone warrior, with no one else able to help him.
Therefore, everyone pinned their hopes on the final step of detoxification, resolving the poison of the White Scorpion so that everything could calm down. Otherwise... Xiaofan might resort to a mutually destructive decision.
Blood tests, examination... further examination...
All the outstanding doctors in the dical departnt were gathered around Shen Zuimo, treating her.
Yet, even under the microscope, the active cells of the poison were found. Though pitifully few, they could survive at temperatures below fifty degrees. Even when placed in a test vial, those active cells slowly increased, and several hours later, a second active cell split off.
Where there's poison, there must be an antidote, an acknowledged fact in dicine. Although cancer cannot be cured now, it doesn't an there will be no way to deal with it in a hundred or a thousand years.
Of course, there is an antidote for the White Scorpion poison, but to develop it, one must first understand how the poison was made, and then find an antidote from there.
After more than half a day passed with all the doctors at a loss, what about Ye Aotian, the renowned dical God?
"Old Ye, slow down, slow down..."
Ye Aotian had a restless night and rushed to the Yanhuang Soul base at dawn. Without needing to be announced, he directly entered Shen Zuimo's ward.
"Teacher Ye, you're here..." Doctor Song imdiately greeted respectfully.
"Hmm, let take a look..."
Detoxifying could save his grandson and accomplish many things, just like when he was to help Xiaofan restore his inner strength. As long as there were no bindings, he could surely soar.
But the bond between him and Shen Zuimo ran deep, impossible to sever.
Shen Zuimo looked at Ye Aotian with a faint gaze. Although it was her first ti eting this old man, she didn't seem to treat him like a stranger at all.
"Girl, give your hand..."
Ye Aotian brought a chair over and sat beside Shen Zuimo's hospital bed.
Shen Zuimo slowly extended her hand.
Just like how Xiaofan had diagnosed in the car before, he first checked her pulse and then slowly used his inner strength to probe the ridians blocked by active cells of the poison.
"How do you feel now?"
"No feeling, quite normal," Shen Zuimo said calmly.
"Song, what does the test report say..."
"Old Ye, the vitality of the living cells is too strong, ordinary dicine can't eliminate them..." Doctor Song answered truthfully.
"It's not just that they can't be eliminated, right? Even controlling their growth rate is beyond us..." Ye Aotian asked softly.
"Yes, indeed so."
"Sigh..."
Ye Aotian sighed long and deeply, showing his current helplessness as well.
"You're Shen Zuimo, right?" Suddenly, Ye Aotian looked at Shen Zuimo with kind eyes.
"Yes."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Grandpa..."
"Hmm? Hahaha... Good. A good child, with such a pretty face, no wonder that rascal... promised a great-grandson."
"Yes, I also want to give him one... or two," Shen Zuimo said without hesitation.
The vibe seed to have suddenly changed. At this mont, Ye Aotian was no longer one of the venerable Three Great Heavenly Kings, nor was Shen Zuimo the cold-blooded female assassin.
In front of many others, the two unabashedly discussed family matters, and Shen Zuimo seed unfazed by it either. Obviously, everyone felt a bit awkward staying there, and they all politely excused themselves.
"Poor child. Don't worry, there's ti. Grandpa will use his old bones to detoxify you if necessary."
"I'm not worried about myself; rather it's him... Can you trick him back first?"
Hearing this, Ye Aotian froze for a mont...
The world's most beautiful love isn't complicated; it's nothing more than mutual willingness, mutual affection, right?
Initially, Ye Aotian thought Xiaofan was like his younger self, silently sacrificing from behind, but to his surprise, Shen Zuimo deeply loved his son too, even without having regained her past mories.
He was willing to risk everything for her, and she was willing to sacrifice for him. What a devoted pair...
"No rush, there's ti. Let temporarily try a few dicines to see if they can eliminate or control the toxin in your body. We can observe for a few days, what do you think?"
"Hmm."
"The dicine will be bitter, but you must cooperate with and drink it all, not leaving a drop..."
"I'm not afraid of bitterness..."
"Ah. That's true..." She was a child with a bitter fate; what did a little bitterness matter?
"Why not, let's trick him back first and slowly treat , okay?" Shen Zuimo was still persistent.
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