When Chi Wan didn't speak, Song Baihan produced another document from out of nowhere and handed it to her.
Chi Wan took it. It was a medical report.
Reading the diagnosis, Chi Wan looked up with a dawning sense of realization.
'Song Baihan... he has terminal liver cancer... No wonder I always sensed a faint air of death about him, an indifference to everything.'
'Perhaps that's exactly why he's acting so recklessly. He knows he doesn't have much time, so he sought me out directly based on a single phone call he couldn't have fully verified.'
'He even laid all his weaknesses bare for me to see.'
Chi Wan's mind raced. She looked up at Song Baihan. "As you know, no one likes to be threatened."
Song Baihan smiled as he put the medical report away. "I understand that, of course. Please forgive my earlier offense. After all, a desperate man must resort to drastic measures to get what he wants."
