Come to think of it, it's actually quite funny.

The god of death can't take him away. What is a little doctor Tong? Qin Yinze's life has always been in his own hands, and no one can make decisions for him.

"Qin Yinze, you..." Ji Rou suddenly cried, crying very sadly, the crystal clear teardrops rolled down from the corner of her eyes one by one like dropped pearls and landed on the back of Qin Yinze's hand , It hurt his heart.