Chapter 67: The Pill, Exposed
If you ask whether Song Ci is afraid of death, it’s hard to say. To claim she’s not afraid—when truly facing death, there must always be a hint of reluctance.
But to say she’s afraid, it doesn’t seem that terrifying. After all, she has already ’died’ once. At worst, if she dies again this time, it’ll be a true death, and not another reincarnation. If she’s lucky, she might return to the modern world.
Actually, more than fearing death, Song Ci is more afraid of her frail and sickly body falling ill from time to time. After all, death is a release, but the torment of illness—now that is truly a fate worse than death.
So would Song Ci not heed Lin Qing’s words? No, she must comply, just for a few more comfortable years, to take in the splendor of ancient times.
"Doctor, just devise a treatment plan, and I will definitely cooperate with you," Song Ci said firmly, holding Lin Qing’s hand.
Lin Qing: "..."
An elder so cooperative is truly rare. It seems she greatly values the status of the Prime Minister’s Mansion as well. Of course, if she were gone, Prime Minister Song would go into mourning. How could she be willing?
"If that’s the case, then I will perform acupuncture and massage on you daily, to at least expel some long-accumulated bodily toxins, along with medicinal diets for adjustment," Lin Qing said.