"But..."
"There are no 'buts', you leave."
Long Yubei first vomited all of tonight's dinner, followed by intermittent vomiting of acid, and then began to vomit white foam; it had already been an hour.
All his reason and composure had turned into painful groans, and the only words his brain could think of were 'pain' and 'discomfort'. He could see or hear nothing else.
Gu Lili's soothing and encouragement went completely unheard by him.
When he began to vomit blood, he could no longer hold on.
"Qing Li! Take me... go... go to the hospital... hurry... I think I'm dying..."
Gu Lili tried to stop him, "It's almost over, just hold on a little longer..."
Long Yubei, shaking, stood up and pushed her, "Get out of my way!"
"No, husband, we've already made it halfway through, if we give up now, it will likely all have been in vain."
