Seeing Qin Yiyi's dazed expression, Jiang Siming swallowed the reprimand he had been about to give. He gently pulled her over and embraced her.
Qin Yiyi seemed to have found an outlet for her emotions and immediately burst into tears. Her tears flowed like a broken dam, and she cried like a child.
Jiang Siming simply held her, softly patting her shoulder and letting her release all her emotions.
"Brother Jiang, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I was too willful and impulsive. But I really don't want to die. I want to be with you. Boohoohoo."
Qin Yiyi cried her eyes out, still apologizing nonstop.
Before she had met Jiang Siming, if she had been infected, she would only have felt sorry for her parents, but she would not have feared death.
Because she would have been fighting against the virus for humanity. She would only have felt honored.
But now, in addition to that honor, there was something she could not bear to lose even more than her life.
That thing was love.
Having just fallen deeply in love, how could she possibly accept the trial of being parted by life and death?
Jiang Siming touched her cheek, wiped away her tears, and said with a smile, "Who said you're going to die, silly girl?"
"But this illness—"
"I came specifically to help you cure it."
After speaking, Jiang Siming began explaining to Qin Yiyi in the disinfection room the three antiviral plans he had proposed and the direction of the drug research.
In fact, this was also the first time he had encountered such an illness, and the fragments had not given him any new antiviral drug formulas either.
The reason he knew so much was entirely because his medical skills were extraordinary and he was well