In truth, he had been suspicious from the very beginning.
Sang Yun’s medical skills were nowhere near as good as she claimed. It was highly unlikely she could have saved a dying man like himself. But at the time, she had admitted to it with such unwavering certainty, and since no one else stepped forward to claim the credit, the merit fell to her.
As for the maple leaf birthmark he had glimpsed during his delirium, the soft sensation on his lips, the ache of teeth clashing against teeth—he had dismissed them as hallucinations born of his final moments.
Who would have guessed they were real!
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