The will to survive had always mattered, especially when it came to an illness of the mind.
Unfortunately, Yuan Shan seemed to have given up on treatment.
And the reason she seemed to have given up was that she didn't want her family to spend everything they had for nothing.
From that perspective, was I, the one who'd called her family over, mostly to blame?
The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Realizing what might be behind it, Fu Qian had no intention of denying his part in it.
The most basic prerequisite for treatment was honesty. If a doctor couldn't even admit to a medical mistake, how could they claim to have a compassionate heart?
Besides, this wasn't the first time the patient had been ripped off. Chief Yuan had clearly left home without checking her horoscope today.
Of course, if things kept going this way, she wouldn't need to check it ever again.
Sighing inwardly, Fu Qian lifted the teapot and refilled the cup with the chipped edge.
And, sure enough, Yuan Shan didn't say a word. But she lifted the cup and took a sip in a motion uncannily similar to Red Moon's.
This time, she actually drank the tea instead of the cup.
It was undoubtedly another bad sign. Their synchronization was getting stronger.
Of course, there was a silver lining. The tea hadn't spilled on her.
The cup was small to begin with. Even though Fu Qian had carefully accounted for the chipped edge when pouring, another bite would probably have made it impossible to hold any tea at all.
Now she'd nearly drained it in one go, so he didn't need to worry about that happening—hmm?
Some comparisons came naturally. The next moment, Fu Qian's gaze fell on Red Moon.
Why