Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Chu Xiangchen thought that Mu Yanzhu would read his inspection report as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, her first reaction was to watch Jiang Qingchi's inspection first.

Chu Xiangchen closed his eyes in pain, and at that moment knew that he had lost.

If you lose thoroughly, you won't be able to stay.

There was nothing wrong with Mu Yanzhu's own inspection. The problem was Jiang Qingchi's report.

A few dazzling writings of "late stage of liver cirrhosis" hit Mu Yanzhu's eyeballs.

She looked at Chu Xiangchen on the opposite side blankly, but only met his complicated eyes.

"Is my sister suspecting that I have dropped the package? Why should I do this?"

"..."

Mu Yanzhu also knew that Chu Xiangchen had no reason. She took a deep breath and stood up quickly. Her pale face was not **** and almost transparent when exposed to sunlight.

"Please don't tell anyone about this, including Jiang He."

"I know. What will my sister do? I checked this disease online and the doctor said--"

"I will check it myself, thank you for telling this."

After speaking, Mu Yanzhu helped the wall away.

Liver dysfunction, advanced liver cirrhosis.

I haven't eaten pork, but I've seen pork too.

The sun outside was very bright, it was noon, but Mu Yanzhu shivered from the cold.

She did not cry, even a single tear did not fall. She just checked Jiang Qingchi’s pre-marital examinations repeatedly, wishing to memorize every word on it, and then it has a special function. You can erase the writing on it, as well as the symptoms. Lost.

...

Mu Yanzhu returned to the magazine and called an employee over.

"Xiao Zhang, do you have a relative who is an expert in liver surgery?"

"What's wrong, editor in chief, are you sick?"

"Oh, a distant relative is sick and has liver cirrhosis. I want to consult about this matter."

"Ah, so, let me call the editor-in-chief. He is at the local hospital in Licheng. He should be free these days."

"it is good."

Mu Yanzhu made an appointment to meet at noon.

The other party was an old doctor. Mu Yanzhu was already waiting in the office. The tea was sifted and the fruit was ready. When the other party came, she smiled and shook hands with the other party, making a gesture of asking to sit down.

The doctor appreciated Mu Yanzhu's calm temperament and hurriedly asked her if she had a boyfriend.

Mu Yanzhu stroked the ring on his left ring finger, tenderness emerged from the corner of his eyes, "I just married my boyfriend."

"That's a pity. I have a nephew who is young and square, with good looks and family background. He likes a calm woman like Editor Mu. If Mu Yanzhu is not married, I really want to introduce him to Editor Mu. Getting acquainted!"

Mu Yanzhu had no intention of caring about these politeness, and he was straight to the point.

"Doctor Sun, to tell you, my husband was diagnosed with liver cirrhosis."

The other party was taken aback.

"Really? Late or early?"

"...This is the report of the inspection, please take a look."

As Mu Yanzhu said, he handed over Jiang Qingchi's pre-marital inspection.

She watched the other person's face, changing from relaxed to dignified, and her heart chuckles, suddenly sinking to the bottom.

"Is it tricky?" Mu Yanzhu asked.

"Well. He is decompensated liver cirrhosis, that is, advanced liver cirrhosis. The effect of drug treatment is not great. The most direct and safest way is to perform surgery, and liver transplantation can be considered."

Liver Transplantation? !

Mu Yanzhu's heart tugged fiercely.

"Is it so serious?!"

"It's correct to read the inspection report."

"Can I exchange my liver for him?"

"What kind of joke is Editor-in-Chief Mu talking about," the other party couldn't laugh or cry. "Only the dead can donate organs these days."

Only the dead can donate organs these days.

Mu Yanzhu was holding back the tears in her eyes. God knows that her heartache is about to explode. Why did she have such a rough year? Grandma passed away, Jiang He also suffered from such a serious illness, she couldn't breathe in pain. , Can only hold the handle of the sofa beside her, her nails pinched the soft flesh of her palm.

"So is there any other way?"

"It depends on the patient's physical condition. If it is really advanced cirrhosis, regular medical treatment will not work. My suggestion is liver transplantation, that is, liver replacement."

...

What is the sky falling?

This is.

When she always thought that happiness was within reach, God always had to arrange some unexpected accidents so that she could understand that she did not deserve happiness.

After sending the doctor away, Mu Yanzhu shut himself in the office and cried all afternoon.

Her eyes were red from crying, and her crying swollen into walnuts. She came out soon after get off work. The staff asked her what was wrong, and she said lightly that her eyes had gotten into the sand.

She wanted to call Jiang Qingchi, she wanted to find him, and she had a clear heart, so he called first.

"Are you busy, Editor-in-Chief Mu?"

"Well, it's over, Mr. Jiang."

"Then come down, I'm downstairs in your magazine."

"..."

Mu Yanzhu didn't immediately hang up the phone. She stepped into the elevator and heard Jiang Qingchi's breathing sound slightly.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect, but suddenly he feels that his breathing becomes rapid, like a dying person, panting hard.

When I went downstairs, I saw the familiar Bugatti Veyron, with mottled lights and shadows. The man in the main driver's seat put one hand on the steering wheel, his face shrouded in light and shadow.

Mu Yanzhu who got in the car looked at his profile for a moment.

"Why is your face so pale."

"White? Really?"

Jiang Qingchi freed a hand and touched her face, then looked at her sideways, loosened his brows but wrinkled them, "Why are your eyes so red and crying? Huh?"

"No, I was bitten by a mosquito."

"Oh, the mosquito has become sperm. Did you bite your eyeball?"

"..." She didn't speak, just looking at him.

That kind of look is complicated and obscure, and Jiang Qingchi's heart is horrified at a glance.

Good point, why look at him with such solemn eyes.

He raised his hand and wiped Mu Yanzhu's clear eyes, and felt the dampness that had not yet dissipated.

Isn't this just crying?

"Forget it, you don't want to talk now, let's go home and talk."

Jiang Qingchi started the car. He drove with one hand, wearing a Rolex watch on his wrist, wearing a ring on his ring finger, and his slender fingers. Even when he turned the steering wheel, he was particularly eye-catching.

Mu Yanzhu dared not look at him, but couldn't help but sneak at him.

His hands are so white. Haven't they been so white before?

She moved her lips several times, trying to say something, but in the end she was swallowed.

When he arrived home soon, Jiang Qingchi stopped the car and subconsciously tried to pull on the wrist of Yanzhu, but he touched a cold.

Holding her hand tightly suddenly, the man's eyes shrank, "What happened to you today? You cried and your fingers are still so cold. What happened?"

"...Nothing, really."

"I'm your husband already, you don't tell me something, but you tell the boy Chu Xiangchen, right?"

Mu Yanzhu was taken aback.

"you saw it?"

"Yeah, seeing you two chatting in a coffee shop, I thought you would take the initiative to talk to me about this. It seems that I was thinking too much, right?"

"It's no big deal, it's just friends talking."

As Mu Yanzhu spoke, he looked at Jiang Qingchi's expression.

He was just angry, just jealous, but not panic or uneasy.

Therefore, it can be proved that he did not hear the content of her dialogue with Chu Xiangchen, because Jiang Qingchi would not hide, he has always had a personality to say whatever.

Jiang Qingchi did not hear the content of the conversation. He snorted, "When did he become your friend? Didn't you say that you won't contact him anymore."

"It's just a matter of contact, so don't think about it."

Mu Yanzhu finished speaking and got out of the car.

She is very tired today, physically and mentally exhausted. She hasn't figured out how to tell Jiang Qingchi about this, nor how to convince him to undergo liver transplantation or liver transplantation, yes.

Who should she go to, who can change Jiang Qingchi's liver?

dead……

It can only be a dead person.

Jiang Qingchi followed behind Mu Yanzhu's butt, and the two entered the house. He stared at her back, still feeling a little uncomfortable.

"You just have something in your heart, why don't you tell me?"

"It's really nothing, don't ask!"

Mu Yanzhu rubbed her temples and changed her slippers. Her head became dizzy. She wanted to faint, but she fainted. What would Jiang Qingchi do? How would he accept things that she couldn't even accept?

How can we save him and minimize the harm to him?

She didn't dare to look at him, she only dared to think about this problem for herself, so depressed and unspeakable, she had to show an indifferent appearance in front of him, and he could not see the flaws.

It's difficult.

Jiang Qingchi narrowed his mouth, "It's only been a few days since I got married, and you've turned your face at me. Why are you always like this and won't rely on me? I think I am already very strong."

"This is not a question of whether you are strong or not! Please understand me, I am really tired today!"

"You admire Yanzhu. You are a female robot who has been working for 12 hours without shouting tired. Why do you say tired today? What happened?"

"I don't know! I don't want to tell you! Let me calm down!"

She didn't want to lose her temper at him either.

She just can't stand his aggressiveness now, making her unable to parry.

Jiang Qingchi's thin mouth was squeezed a few times, his expression was cold, his face was frosty, and he finally gave a frustrated hum.

"Then you calm down."

After speaking he went out.

The door closing is not heavy, even the footsteps are so light.

But Mu Yanzhu's heart suddenly cramped!

Three years ago, he turned and left, with very quiet footsteps.

When you really want to leave, the hysteria is no longer, and any sound is the softest.

But she didn't mean that!

"Jianghe...Jianghe..."

She turned around and called his name, where there were people behind, Mu Yanzhu finally panicked and went out to find Jiang Qingchi in slippers.

Follow the community, the streets, and the park to the shopping mall.

The people who came and went were looking at her, a girl from a girl's house, with a disheveled look of sluggish eyes and slippers, attracted people's attention.

Mu Yanzhu's face was already full of tears. After looking for it for a long time, he visited all the places near his home, but couldn't find Jiang Qingchi.

Only then did I think of having a mobile phone.

But the phone was forgotten and left in the living room.

The helplessness and sadness she had never felt before made her curl up in the doorway of a coffee shop, hugging her knees and crying dullly.

The crowd is raging, the world is so big, and there are laughter and laughter in your ears. Where is Jiang Qingchi?

Sorry.

I didn't mean to not tell you.

I just can't even accept myself...

Seeing your pain is more uncomfortable than killing me.

A kind-hearted man walked up to Mu Yanzhu, a kind-hearted aunt, and asked her what's wrong and if she needs help.

Mu Yanzhu raised his head, his choked voice hoarse, "Could you lend me your cell phone to use it? I lost my husband!"

She hurriedly passed the phone over, "Don't worry, the big man can't lose it."

"..." Mu Yanzhu entered a string of numbers that was so memorably memorized and dialed it.

The phone rang several times and then hung up.

Mu Yanzhu's heart twitched!

How did Jiang Qingchi hang her phone?

Then I thought, this is not her mobile phone, Jiang Qingchi never answered unfamiliar numbers.

So she gritted her teeth and continued to fight!

He didn't connect until the fifth time, and his voice came over coldly, "Who?"

"Well, it's me..."

Mu Yanzhu covered his eyes and said, tears slid down the corners of his fingers to the corners of his mouth, and she tasted the bitter taste.

The voice on the other end suddenly became anxious, "Where have you been?"

"Where have you been? I searched for communities, shopping malls, parking lots... I couldn't find you."

"Where are you now, I will pick you up!"

"No need, I'll go find you!"

The other side sighed.

"I am home!"

At home? !

Mu Yanzhu hung up the phone and returned the phone to the kind person.

The other party smiled at Yanzhuo.

"It's not easy for a couple to be together. Since they are both married, let's do it and cherish it."

Mu Yanzhu nodded, and after thanking him, he hurried back with his slippers.

Jiang Qingchi had been waiting at the door early.

With eyes facing each other, Mu Yanzhu rushed over and hugged him, tears wet his front, "I'm sorry..."

Jiang Qingchi pushed her around her waist and hugged her in, then kicked the door and rubbed Mu Yanzhu's head.

"stupid!"

Mu Yanzhu turned his eyes and saw that there was a bag of mangosteen on the table in the living room, and tears fell again.

"You are stupid!"

Jiang Qingchi hummed, "Yes, I'm just stupid. I went around two times out in anger and saw the mangosteen you like. I bought a bag and returned."

People who truly love you will miss you no matter how angry they are.

Because he loves you, love to the bone.

What can Mu Yanzhu say at this moment, lowered his head, for the first time in front of him like a child who has done something wrong, and dare not say anything.

She was so uncomfortable that Jiang Qingchi was out of breath, so he dipped a wet towel in the bathroom and wiped her face.

The latter looked at him through the gap in the towel, and drew his sleeve favorably.

"Don't be angry."

"It's rare that Editor-in-Chief Mu would be so pleased with others?"

"...Stop teasing me, I shouldn't lose my temper at you, I will tell you when I see you in the future."

Hearing that Jiang Qingchi snorted, half jokingly said: "Then dare to love me, as long as you don't anger me, I will definitely live for two more years."

Is he deliberate or deliberate?

Saying this kind of thing at this time is like a knife to pierce the heart of Yanzhu.

"Hurry up, bah bah, don't talk about it, you will definitely live a long life!"

"What are you doing, I was joking."

"No kidding, hurry up, bah bah!"

Mu Yanzhu's eyes turned red all of a sudden, it was the first time she was so persistent about something.

Jiang Qingchi raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and hurriedly made three beeps.

"Is this down?"

She is weird today.

Mu Yanzhu's eye sockets were still moist, and suddenly he stood on his toes, cupped his face in both hands, and sent a strong kiss.

Jiang Qingchi just froze for a second, then laughed, lifted his wife by the waist, picked her up, and walked to the room.

...

The night is already dark.

"Jianghe..."

"Ok?"

"I love you so much."

"Well, I think I love you more."

"is it……"

"I can't lose you." Jiang Qingchi hugged Mu Yanzhu tightly, put her head on her arm, and then changed a comfortable position, rubbing her hair like this and closing her eyes.

"Good night daughter-in-law."

"good night."

Hug and sleep.

Jiang Qingchi had a good night's dream.

Mu Yanzhu was awake all night.

It is said that in the arms of a lover, awakening from a dream is not far away. The premise is that both of them are in good health, healthy, free from illness and worry. This is the basic and guarantee of happiness.

He said he could not lose her, but she could not lose him either.

She wants Jiang He to live well, healthy and healthy. For this, she is willing to pay all the price.

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