Xu Ji looked at He Zhiyao, knowing clearly that anything he said now was in vain.
No matter how much he empathized, he couldn't replace what He had endured.
Therefore, he couldn't pull him out of that black hole either.
But surely, someone could.
"He Linze has no personal freedom right now, no matter how cunning and meticulous he is, the only person he can use is you. Even if you don't trust yourself, you should believe that Qin Shuang is not as fragile as you think. I hope you go back to the United States to continue treatment, not to give up halfway, but in reality, no matter how long the treatment, it's useless if you are mentally defeated. Wherever you go, the result will be the same."
Xu Ji stood up, went to his studio to get the medical kit, and the medicine he was to give to He Zhiyao.