The weather warmed, and the glaciers began to melt.
In recent days, however, Shen Hua's mental state has only deteriorated further.
Ni Kang changed his visits from checking her pulse once a day to both morning and evening.
After seeing Shen Hua wiping blood from the corner of her mouth again, his brows deepened even more.
"It shouldn't be like this, how could it be like this?"
Shen Hua's pulse appeared consistent as before, never changed.
It remained in line with the diagnosis he made before the end of last year, a prognosis unchanged for five years, a guarantee of safety.
However, Shen Hua's physical condition clearly did not match her pulse, severely depleted. As if her life were short, the oil lamp drying out, on the brink of departing this world.
The more she vomited blood, the weaker her body became; once weakened by ten percent, vomiting blood twice weakened by thirty percent, particularly at night.
