My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing and said nothing.

"..." Qiu Xing retracted his hand uncomfortably and said with a straight face, "Hurry up, go to bed after drinking, it's very late."

Xie Yang drank the milk in a sip, then stepped forward to hug Qiu Xing, and touched Qiu Xing's neck with his fingers.

Qiu Xing froze his body, raised his hand instinctively, and pressed it stiffly for a long time. Finally, he bowed his head like a compromise, and flicked Xie Yang's hair.

Xie Yang laughed silently, then withdrew his fingers and backed away, put the cup back in Qiu Xing's hands, and said: "Thank you, go to bed early, good night." Weak suggestion.

"..."

Qiu Xing looked at the stairs and touched the temperature of Xie Yang that remained on the milk cup, and looked down.

"good night."

...

When Xie Yang went downstairs the next day, Qiu Xing was already sitting at the dining table. He glanced at only one breakfast on the table, looked at Qiu Xing opposite, and asked, "Don't you eat it?"

Qiu Xing replied: "Many inspection items require fasting."

Xie Yang nodded to understand, and sat down to have breakfast.

Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang.

Xie Yang concentrated on breakfast, and didn't seem to notice Qiu Xing's gaze. After eating, he got up and said, "Let's go."

Qiu Xing withdrew his eyes, followed him, and said, "There is milk in the thermos, carry it."

Xie Yang looked at the thermos on the table and picked it up obediently.

On the way to the hospital, Qiu Xing kept closing his eyes and nostalgic, Xie Yang did not disturb consciously, and took out his mobile phone to chat with Ji Zehui on WeChat.

After more than a week of tug-of-war, Ji Zehui finally terminated the contract with Huang Tian smoothly. Although he was ruthlessly killed by Emperor Tian when he canceled the contract, he didn't care about the loss at all, but he was thankful that he ran fast enough.

Ji Zehui: You don’t know, Huang Tian has been completely occupied by the group of Ka Xulai. Hong Zhijie filled all the vacancies in the high-level positions of Huang Tian with the people he brought, and drove away the former director of Huang Tian Artist Department.

Ji Zehui: Because he came with resources and projects, the chairman opened his eyes and closed his eyes on his behavior. Everyone can’t say anything about their grievances.

Xie Yang: Did you pick yourself clear when you left?

Ji Zehui: It’s clear. By the way, before I left, I heard a rumor that Mu Zhouyi seemed to be with Hong Zhijie. Hong Zhijie brought back her contract specifications as soon as she joined the job. The two went out together and went in together. Hong Zhijie's attitude towards Mu Zhouyi was particularly close.

Together?

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and typed quickly.

Xie Yang: If I remember right, Hong Zhijie seems to be almost fifty years old?

Ji Zehui: Hong Zhijie is forty-nine. Hi, this is not uncommon. Old and young are suitable. It is a common thing in the circle.

Xie Yang: Is the news reliable?

Ji Zehui: Reliable, some Emperor Tian employees said that the receiving addresses of Mu Zhouyi and Hong Zhijie were in the same building in the same community. This knotty eye Zhou Yi moved to the community where Hong Zhijie lives, do you say it's not possible to get tired?

Xie Yang immediately took a screenshot of the chat record with Ji Zehui, roughly coded Ji Zehui's name, and then sent it to Feng Qinglin.

After talking about the gossip, Ji Zehui mentioned the business again, saying that because Emperor Tian stabilized too fast and he was in a hurry to terminate the contract, the few talents he had looked for before might not have been dug up.

Xie Yang Typing: Nothing. You and Xiao Jin are the most important ones. The others are the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if you don't.

The car just turned into the roundabout and kept turning. Xie Yang's body was unstable and he accidentally leaned on Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing's eyelashes moved, but he still didn't open his eyes.

After finishing the curve, Xie Yang glanced at Qiu Xing, sitting upright and continuing to look at the phone.

...

Half an hour later, the car parked in the parking lot of a private hospital. Qiu Xing finally opened his eyes and got out of the car with Xie Yang into the hospital.

The hospital is not large, but the internal facilities are very good. A gray-haired doctor was waiting at the reception desk in the lobby. He met Qiu Xingxing and ushered forward, and asked, "How is it going?"

"Okay."

The doctor reluctantly said, "You should be more detailed."

Qiu jargon is rare, saying: "Check as soon as possible."

The doctor saw that Qiu Xing's expression was not good-looking, and no longer talked nonsense, and took Qiu Xing to the location of the first examination. Halfway through, Qiu Xing stopped and looked at Xie Yang who was following him.

Xie Yang also stopped and asked, "How?"

Qiu Xing hesitated, raised his hand and held Xie Yang's head, and gently touched, said: "There is a rest area for family members, you can go there to sit, I have finished checking and let people call you."

"Can't you follow you?"

"...Go."

Xie Yang compromise.

Qiu walked, and Xie Yang came to the rest area with the doctor to sit down. He didn't play mobile phones, watch TV, or read magazines. He just sat and waited purely.

The passage of time became extremely slow. When the minute hand came to the fourth lap, the doctor who led Xie Yang into the rest area appeared again and said to Xie Yang: "Your family asked me to take you to the dean's office."

Xie Yang got up and went to the dean's office with the doctor.

In the office, there were only Dean and Qiu Xing. After Xie Yang entered the door, he came to the door, and then walked to Qiu Xing to sit down. He observed Qiu Xing's pale face and asked, "How do you feel?"

Qiu Xing did not reply, and said to the dean: "Speak."

The dean looked at Qiu Xing and Xie Yang, and finally fixed his sight on Xie Yang. He said: "Qiu Xing's heart surgery was very successful and recovered very well, basically no problems."

Xie Yang said: "And then?"

The dean probably had never seen such a calm and calm family member of the patient, and then looked at Qiu Xing, pondering and said, "Then... Judging from the film taken today, although the tumor in Qiu Xing's brain has not deteriorated, it is even hidden. There is a tendency to stop growing, but still...not easy to treat."

Qiu Xing's hands on his knees clenched tightly.

Xie Yang nodded and said, "It's just not easy to treat, not impossible to treat. According to the current situation of Qiu Xing, what kind of treatment do you think is more appropriate for him?"

Qiu Xing's clenched fist stiffened and looked sideways at Xie Yang.

Xie Yang did not look at Qiu Xing. He looked at the Dean seriously. When he saw that the Dean did not answer, he asked, "You said that the tumor in Qiu Xing's brain has stopped growing. This means that he is getting better, right?"

"Theoretically this is--"

"Speak clearly." Qiu Xing suddenly interrupted the dean's words and looked at the dean. His eyes were oppressed, but his tone was difficult. "Speak clearly...all."

The dean shut up, glanced at Qiu Xing, sighed in his heart, took out a large pile of examination materials and historical case data under his hand, and said to Xie Xie: "Before talking about Qiu Xing's treatment plan, I will first explain to you in detail Qiu Xing's physical condition."

...

For a full hour, Xie Yang learned from the director's mouth that Qiu Xing's detailed disease development, treatment process, and changes in physical conditions from the time of diagnosis of brain cancer to the present. Not only that, the dean also gave Xie Yangke a question about how troublesome the brain cancer is and how difficult it is for Qiu Xing's brain to grow.

All kinds of information are summarized, and finally three points are summarized.

The success rate of Qiu Xing's craniotomy is less than 20%.

Qiu Xing does not leave any sequelae after surgery, and the probability of maintaining a healthy mind and not affecting body functions is 5%.

The probability that Qiu Xing does not relapse after surgery is only 30%.

too low.

But such a low success rate has been based on the fact that Qiu Xing's physical condition has eased in the recent period. That is to say, before this, the possibility of Qiu Xing's cure was lower than what Xie Yang heard now.

"Basically this is the case." The dean put down the case, glanced at the completely expressionless Qiu Xing on his face, and asked Jie Yang, "Where else do you want to know?"

"Yes." Xie Yang looked at the Dean's eyes. "According to the method of conservative treatment now, how long can Qiu Xing live?"

Qiu Xing's fingers were firmly squeezed and loosened. After seeing the dean, he adjusted his tone and said, "Say."

The Dean replied: "Four years...the most."

Four years.

In the original book, Qiu Xing died of disease three years later.

Xie Yang nodded and said, "I understand."

...

The two returned to the car. Qiu Xing looked sideways at Xie Yang and asked in a calm tone: "Do you understand?"

Xie Yang's expression was calm, so calm that it looked a little inhuman, and said: "Understood."

"..."

Qiu Xing concealed his emotions by adjusting his posture, and when he raised his head again, he was calm again, and said: "It's good to understand. Xie Yang, our transaction continues, after the transaction, except for what has been given to you now, I will leave some of Rongding’s shares and real estate to you."

Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing and asked, "What do you want to change for you?"

"Change..." Qiu Xing avoided Xie Yang's sight, and tried to reach out to hold Xie Yang's hand, and said, "Change for you in the New Year."

What a timid and soft-hearted person, by this time, they dare to express their demands so implicitly. The things you need are right in front of you, in the place where you can hold your hand, but still only dare to put on the coat of the transaction, and stretch out **** to gently pinch.

"Is that enough?" Xie Yang held Qiu Xing's hand, interlocked with Qiu Xing's fingers, and raised their hands. "Every night holding hands, occasionally a hug I don't struggle, shallow Verbal concerns, are you all that is needed?"

Qiu Xing tried to draw his hand back, frowning: "Xie Yang."

"Qiu Xing, don't you want to use four years to fight a long life?"

Qiu Xing's move stopped.

Xie Yang let go of Qiu Xing's hand and said, "I will be twenty-four years after four years. I will take what you gave me and become the youngest boss in the entire entertainment industry. There are countless people who admire me If I want to, I can change a boyfriend or girlfriend a week, I will hold hands with them, hug, kiss, and even go to bed. I may really fall in love with someone, willing to walk into marriage with him, for that People do everything that I have done for you now. I see him every day with my eyes closed, and gradually, I will forget the man who is just a trading relationship with me."

Xie Yang looked straight at Qiu Xing: "I will forget you, are you afraid?"