The Whole City Wants Him to Die, but I Want Him to Live.

An Ning is the last person to call the pulse of Huichun Hall, specializing in reporting the time of death for people who are about to die. It rained heavily that night, and she handed the critical illness notice to Shen Yan in bed 307, but he opened his eyes. "Doctor An," the most unprovoked man in the capital circle grabbed her wrist, "the three months you signed is too short for me." The whole city wanted him to die, but she wanted him to live. What she was treating was a disease, and what he wanted was her person.