The marriage battle is endless, the boss is getting more and more brave!

Chapter 278 Good night, her Ayan.

That night, Qiao Mo leaned against Xiao Yan's arms and couldn't fall asleep.

The doctor's words, like a spell, echoed and replayed in her ears over and over again.

Jomo had insomnia.

She frowned, and kept looking for a comfortable sleeping position in his arms. The man seemed to feel her upset, and pressed her waist with his big hands. Xiao Yan didn't open his eyes, but She whispered in her ear, "What are you thinking?"

Qiao Mo was stunned. In the weak light, his watery eyes stared at his sleepy appearance, and he said in a daze, "I'm a little confused."

Xiao Yan leaned on her shoulder, sighed slightly, and murmured comfortingly in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you agree, are you relieved?"

Qiao Mo moved his head close to him, and reached out to touch his pushed Qingpi's head. Here, he had suffered two major operations, and when Qiao Mo thought about it, his heart ached.

She bit her lips and said, "Yes, people will comfort themselves like this, it's bad enough, even the worst plan is prepared, there is nothing to be afraid of. But Ayan..."

She paused, turned her head to look at him and continued: "I'm still afraid of losing you."

Even if he had planned for the worst, even if he was ready to live and die with him.

But she didn't seem to have had enough of the joy of being with him, and she didn't intend to end the joy so soon.

He has guarded her for 17 years, but when they are really together, they always get together less and leave more.

Caressing his delicate eyebrows and eyes with Qiao Mo's slender hands, he murmured, "A Yan, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

Xiao Yan laughed, slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and pinched her nose, "Since when did you start to believe in these things?"

Qiao Mo shook his head slightly, and smiled wryly, "Actually, it's a terrible thing to not have faith. If I believed in gods, Buddhas and ghosts, I'm afraid I wouldn't be afraid of losing you at this moment, because I'm sure in my heart that after we die, there will be an afterlife. Or be a ghost, maybe we can be together."

Xiao Yan smiled lightly and teased, "But we are all atheists."

"If there are gods, Buddhas and ghosts, there are also Naihe bridge and Meng Po soup. I don't want to drink Meng Po soup."

Xiao Yan stared at her brightly, "Yes, if there is, I won't drink it either."

But if there really is an afterlife, he really doesn't want her to meet him again.

He wanted to save her from worries and jolts, but in the end, all the big winds and waves were given by him.

Qiao Mo gave him a warm smile, "Yes, even if I turn into a ghost, I won't drink."

Xiao Yan reached out and stroked the deep dark circles under her eyes, which were caused by taking care of him these days and being upset and insomnia.

"But I don't want you to turn into a ghost."

If he really will turn into a ghost, then he would rather his little Mo forget about him and have a good pregnancy in the next life, and never meet him as a disaster again.

Qiao Mo held his hand, "There are still ten days until the due date, Ayan, there are still ten days, you can't wait, right?"

Xiao Yan smiled warmly, and only answered with one word, "Yes."

He also has to cut the umbilical cord for his son and daughter.

Qiao Mo seemed to be still thinking about something, Xiao Yan hugged her tightly, kissed her ear temples, "Go to sleep, good night."

"Good night, Ayan."

He probably didn't know that she was peeling a whole apple that day, and the wish she made was to say good morning and good night to him every day in the future.

Obviously such a simple wish is so difficult for them now.

Jomo closed his eyes and sighed.

……

After insomnia for most of the night, Qiao Mo didn't stay in bed the next day.

Early in the morning, Xiao Yan was still awake.

Jomo then went to the attending doctor's office.

"Ms. Xiao, Mr. Xiao's situation is not optimistic. After serious discussions in our expert discussion group, our suggestion is to immediately go to the Massachusetts General Hospital for a precise pre-operative examination, and formulate a set of feasible surgical procedures according to the situation. plan."

Qiao Mo's mind froze, and there seemed to be a roaring noise in her ears. She mumbled her lips and asked, "Can't you wait? Can't you just wait a little longer?"

The attending doctor thought about it carefully, sighed, and shook his head helplessly and solemnly at Qiao Mo, "Mr. Xiao's situation cannot be delayed any longer. A prolonged delay will only be detrimental to his operation."

"I understand."

Qiao Mo dragged her two legs that seemed to be filled with lead, and came out of the office. She didn't dare to go back to the ward immediately. Her emotions were in a mess, and her fear in her heart expanded infinitely. Sitting in the corridor, with his head down, he was silently dazed.

She is very tired and her eyelids are heavy. These days, she seldom sleeps, not because she is too busy to fall asleep, but because she is so upset that she can't fall asleep at all.

Xiao Yan's illness seemed to be a piece of her heart disease, and this heart disease spread more and more with time.

After an unknown amount of time, she leaned back on the rest chair, her eyelids finally couldn't hold on, and drooped down.

In the dimness, she felt a pair of arms supporting her body, so stable and warm, she burrowed into the warmth, rubbed her cheek against the warm chest, and sank a little more.

Qiao Mo could feel the warm palms covering her cheeks, and the soft mattress against her back. She squinted her eyes and was half awake, only seeing Xiao Yan's face blurred in front of her eyes. shaking.

She sighed tiredly, touched her forehead with her slender hands, shook her drowsy head, and asked with a frown, "Why did I sleep here?"

"You are probably too tired. You fell asleep leaning on the chair in the hospital corridor, and you are not afraid of catching a cold."

Qiao Mo rubbed his sore and swollen temples, feeling helpless to himself, and said regretfully, "Yeah, how can I let myself fall down at this time, I thought I was going to take care of you, but now you are taking care of me."

Xiao Yan smiled lightly, "What stupid things are you talking about, just sleep a little longer, I'm fine."

Qiao Mo shook his head, lifted the quilt, and stubbornly got up from the bed, "You have been with me for a long time, the doctor said that he must go to the United States for a preoperative examination as soon as possible, and if it is suitable, the operation should be performed as soon as possible. There can be no mistakes."

After saying that, he got out of bed and helped the weak Xiao Yan to lie down on the bed, stroked his cheek and said, "You have a good rest."

Xiao Yan held Qiao Mo's slender fingers and put them on his thin lips to kiss. He said with a smile, "I never thought you would become so nice and considerate, Xiao Mo, I'm very proud."

Her fingers stiffened, and her brows softened, "Why are you proud? As your wife, shouldn't you always take care of you? Besides, you are the person I love the most. If I don't take care of you at this time, I will ignore you." Life and death, wouldn't it hurt your heart too much?"

He didn't speak any more, just nodded slightly, and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

Jomo leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Ayan, let me accompany you to the United States for treatment."

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened them and said, "Xiao Mo, I'm not ready yet."

Qiao Mo bent his lips, looked at him with a gentle smile, took his big pale and slender hand with his small hand, and said softly: "I know, I know you are not ready, and I also know that you are not ready because My child and I, but your life cannot wait."

Xiao Yan looked at her, he didn't know if it was because of the hot air in his eyes, or because of something else, at this moment, he felt in a daze that her appearance began to blur.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the outline of her cheek, a heart, and felt at ease.

Qiao Mo didn't notice his strangeness, but just held his hand again, and said, "Ayan, can you promise me to go to the United States for treatment? Even if there is still a glimmer of hope, let's not give up, okay?"

Xiao Yan finally compromised and nodded.

……

Qiao Mo guarded Xiao Yan for a long time, so long that she couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

Upon waking up, Qiao Mo opened his eyes, but he couldn't find Xiao Yan's person.

Qiao Mo searched in the ward several times, even in the bathroom several times, and suddenly recalled the matter of persuading Xiao Yan to go to the United States for treatment during the day, her eyelids twitched, A Yan must have run away?

Qiao Mo's heart trembled violently, and he rushed all over the hospital to look for him.

Her heart was flustered.

The nerves of the whole person seemed to be on the verge of collapse, as long as they were touched lightly, they would immediately fall apart.

For Qiao Mo, Xiao Yan is her belief and the master of all her life. If this person really disappears or dies, it is equivalent to obliterating all of Qiao Mo's beliefs.

A person whose faith has been obliterated, what is the difference between him and a walking dead?
……

In the small garden of the hospital.

The man sat side by side with the attending doctor in a white coat.

"Mr. Xiao, your condition cannot be delayed any longer."

The man's thin lips opened slightly, and he said slowly: "My eyesight seems to have declined a bit. Looking at her, it has become blurred."

The attending doctor's heart stopped beating, "I'm afraid that the tumor has already compressed the optic nerve. If this continues, you may be blind before your oil lamp runs out."

Xiao Yan pursed his lips, and his smile was a little cold. In fact, what did he have to be afraid of?
Are you afraid of death?

In fact, Xiao Yan is not afraid, and has never been afraid.

"I am afraid of her appearance, gradually disappearing from my mind little by little, afraid that she is in front of me, but I can't see her. She is only in her 20s, still very young, but I am like an old man whose oil lamp has run out and is at the end of his life , sit and wait for death, waiting for the god of death to come suddenly one day. I am afraid, but she is even more afraid."

The attending doctor was moved, and turned to look at this man who had always been emotionally restrained, "Mr. Xiao..."

Qiao Mo didn't know how long he searched, and he didn't know how long he worried. He didn't let go of his flustered heart until he saw the tall and straight figure.

She breathed in the fresh air, not far away, staring at his back, as if afraid that he would disappear again in the next second.

The attending doctor caught a glimpse of Qiao Mo from the corner of his eye, pursed his lips and said to Xiao Yan, "Mr. Xiao, your wife is here."

Xiao Yan didn't look back, just sat calmly.

When Qiao Mo came to his side, she bit her lips and said, "Are you leaving me here alone to enjoy the flowers with the doctor?"

"Yes. This year's wintersweet blooms very well."

The attending doctor smiled awkwardly and got up to leave.

But Qiao Mo said childishly: "A Yan, I'm jealous."

The attending doctor couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Xiao, Mrs. Xiao, you continue to enjoy the flowers, I'm on duty."

(End of this chapter)