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?"
