Chu Xiangchen thought that Mu Yanzhu would read his inspection report immediately.
Unexpectedly, her first reaction was to check Jiang Qingchi first.
Chu Xiangchen closed his eyes in pain. At that moment, he knew that he had lost.
Total defeat, no scrap left.
There was nothing wrong with Mu Yanzhu's own examination. The problem was with Jiang Qingchi's report.
The dazzling words "Advanced liver cirrhosis" hit Mu Yanzhu's eyeballs.
She looked at Chu Xiangchen across from her at a loss, but only met his complicated eyes.
"Sister, are you suspecting me of bag-swapping? Why would I do such a thing?"
“…”
Mu Yanzhu also believed that Chu Xiangchen had no reason. She took a deep breath and quickly stood up. Her pale face was bloodless and almost appeared transparent when illuminated by the sun.
"Please don't tell anyone about this, including Jiang He."
"I know. So what should my sister do? I checked this disease online and the doctor said -"
"I'll check it out myself, thank you for telling me this."
After saying that, Mu Yanzhu walked away holding on to the wall.
Liver dysfunction and advanced cirrhosis.
I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pork at least.
The sun outside was bright, it was obviously noon, but it was so cold that Mu Yanzhu shivered.
She didn't cry, not even a drop of tear fell. She just looked over Jiang Qingchi's premarital check-up repeatedly, wishing that she could memorize every word on it, and then have the special function to erase the writing on it, along with 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 with cirrhosis of the liver. I would like to consult on this matter."
"Ah, that's it. Let me give the editor-in-chief his phone number. He is at the local hospital in Licheng. He should be free these days."
"good."
Mu Yanzhu made an appointment with the other party 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 fruits were ready. When the other party arrived, she smiled, shook hands with him, and gestured to sit down.
The doctor admired Mu Yanzhu's calm temperament and quickly asked her if she had a boyfriend.
Mu Yanzhu stroked the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, tenderness appeared in the corner of her eyes, "I just got married to my boyfriend."
"That's such a pity. I have a nephew, young Fang Gang, with good looks and good family background. He likes calm women like Chief Editor Mu. If Mu Yanzhu is not married, I really want to introduce him to Chief Editor Mu. Getting acquainted!"
Mu Yanzhu no longer cared about these polite words and got straight to the point.
"Dr. Sun, to tell you the truth, my husband was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver."
The other party was stunned.
"Really? Late stage or early stage?"
"...This is the inspection report, please take a look."
Mu Yanzhu said, handing over Jiang Qingchi's pre-marital examination.
She watched helplessly as the other party's expression changed from relaxed to solemn, and her heart also pounded, and suddenly sank to the bottom.
"Is it difficult?" Mu Yanzhu asked.
"Yes. He has decompensated cirrhosis, that is, late-stage cirrhosis. Drug treatment has little effect. The most direct and safest way is to undergo surgery. Liver transplantation can be considered."
Liver Transplantation? !
Mu Yanzhu's heart tugged hard.
"Is it so serious?!"
"Look at the inspection report, that's right."
"Can I give him my liver in exchange?"
"What kind of joke are Editor-in-Chief Mu talking about?" The other person couldn't laugh or cry. "These days, only dead people can donate organs."
These days only dead people can donate organs.
Mu Yanzhu held back the tears in her eyes. God knows she was so heartbroken that she was about to explode. Why had she had such a rough year this year? Her grandma passed away, and Jiang He also suffered from such a serious illness. She was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe. , could only hold the handle of the sofa next to him, and squeezed the soft flesh of his palm with his nails.
"Then is there any other way?"
"It depends on the patient's physical condition. If it is indeed late-stage liver cirrhosis, formal medical treatment will be ineffective. My suggestion is that liver transplantation, that is, liver replacement, is the best option."
…
What does it mean that the sky is falling
This is.
When she always thought that happiness was within easy reach, God would always arrange some unexpected surprises to make her realize that she did not deserve happiness.
After sending the doctor away, Mu Yanzhu locked herself in the office and cried all afternoon.
Her eyes were red and swollen to walnuts from crying. She came out just after get off work and the employee asked her what was wrong. She simply said that there was sand in her eyes.
She wanted to call Jiang Qingchi and find him. As if she had a tacit understanding, his call came first.
"Are you done with your work, Chief Editor Mu?"
"Well, I'm done, Mr. Xiao Jiang."
"Then come down. I'm downstairs at your magazine office."
“…”
Mu Yanzhu did not hang up the phone immediately. She stepped into the elevator and heard Jiang Qingchi's gentle breathing on the other end of the phone.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he suddenly felt that his breathing became rapid, like a terminally ill person gasping for breath with difficulty.
After going downstairs, I saw the familiar Bugatti Veyron, with mottled light and shadow. The man in the driver's seat had one hand on the steering wheel, and his profile was shrouded in light and shadow.
Mu Yanzhu, who got into the car, looked at his profile for a moment.
"Why is your face so pale?"
"Is it white? Real or fake?"
Jiang Qingchi freed up a hand to touch his face, then looked sideways at her. He let go of his hand but frowned, "Why are your eyes so red? Are you crying? Huh?"
"No, I was bitten by a mosquito."
"Oh, the mosquito became sperm and bit your eyeball?"
"..." She didn't speak, just looked at him.
That look, complicated and obscure, made Jiang Qingchi feel horrified.
Good thing, why are you looking at him with such solemn eyes
He raised his hand and wiped Mu Yanzhu's clear eyes, feeling the wetness that had not yet dissipated.
Isn't this just crying
"Forget it, you don't want to talk now, let's talk about it when we go home."
Jiang Qingchi started the car. He drove with one hand, wearing a Rolex watch on his wrist and a ring on his ring finger. His long fingers were particularly eye-catching even when he turned the steering wheel.
Mu Yanzhu didn't dare to look at him, but couldn't help but peek at him.
His hands are so white. Were they not so white before
She moved her lips several times, trying to say something, but in the end she swallowed everything.
Arriving home soon, Jiang Qingchi parked the car and subconsciously reached for Yanzhu's wrist, but he felt something cold.
The hand holding her tightened suddenly, and the man's eyes narrowed, "What happened to you today? You cried, and your fingers are still so cold. What happened?"
"…Nothing, really."
"I'm already your husband. You don't tell me something, but you tell that guy Chu Xiangchen?"
Mu Yanzhu was stunned.
"you saw it?"
"Yeah, when I saw you two chatting in the coffee shop, I thought you would take the initiative to tell me about it. It seems like I'm overthinking it, right?"
"It's no big deal, just a heart-to-heart talk between friends."
Mu Yanzhu studied Jiang Qingchi's expression as he spoke.
He was just angry and jealous, but not panic or uneasy.
Therefore, it can be proved that he did not hear the content of her conversation with Chu Xiangchen, because Jiang Qingchi does not know how to hide it, and he has always been a person who says whatever he wants.
Jiang Qingchi did not hear the content of the conversation. He snorted, "When did he become your friend? Didn't you say you won't contact him?"
"I just contacted him because of something, don't think too much about it."
After Mu Yanzhu finished speaking, he got out of the car.
She was very tired today, both physically and mentally. She had not yet thought about how to tell Jiang Qingchi about this, nor how to persuade him to undergo liver transplantation, 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 Mu Yanzhu as they entered the house. He stared at her back, still feeling a little uncomfortable.
"You just have something on your mind, why don't you tell me?"
"It's really nothing, just stop asking!"
Mu Yanzhu rubbed her temples and changed into slippers. Her head was dizzy and she wanted to faint, but if she fainted, what would Jiang Qingchi do? How could he accept something that even she couldn't 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 by herself. She was so depressed and unspeakable, but she had to show an indifferent look in front of him, so that he couldn't see any flaws.
So tough.
Jiang Qingchi pursed his lips, "It's only been a few days since we got married, and you've already turned your back on me. Why are you always like this and won't rely on me? I think I'm already very strong."
"This is not a question of whether you are strong or not! Please understand me, I am really tired today!"
"You, Mu Yanzhu, are a female robot who works for twelve hours without complaining about being tired. Why did you say you were tired today? What happened?"
"I don't know! I don't want to tell you! Just let me calm down!"
She didn't want to lose her temper with him either.
She just couldn't stand how aggressive he was now, which made her unable to resist.
Jiang Qingchi pursed his thin lips several times, with a cold expression and frosty face. He finally let out a frustrated sigh.
"Then calm down."
After that he went out.
The sound of the door closing was not loud, and even the sound of footsteps was so light.
But it made Mu Yanzhu's heart suddenly cramp!
Three years ago, he turned around and left, his footsteps very soft.
When it's time to leave, the hysteria is gone and every sound is the softest.
But, she didn’t mean that!
"Jianghe... Jianghe..."
She turned around and called his name. There was no one behind her. Mu Yanzhu finally became anxious and panicked, and went out in slippers to look for Jiang Qingchi.
Along the residential areas, on both sides of the streets, in parks and shopping malls.
People coming and going were looking at her. A girl with disheveled hair, dull eyes, and an embarrassed appearance wearing slippers attracted people's attention.
Mu Yanzhu's face was already full of tears. She had been looking for him for a long time. She had been to all the places near her home but could not find Jiang Qingchi.
Only then did I think of a mobile phone.
But I forgot my cell phone and left it in the living room.
Feeling helpless and sad like never before, she could only huddle in front of a coffee shop, hugging her knees and crying muffledly.
The crowds are surging, the world is so big, and the sound of laughter is everywhere. Where is Jiang Qingchi
sorry.
I didn't mean not to tell you.
I just can’t even accept myself…
Seeing you in pain is worse than killing me.
A kind-hearted person walked up to Mu Yanzhu, a kind-hearted aunt, and asked her what was wrong and if she needed help.
Mu Yanzhu raised her head, her voice hoarse due to choking, "Can you lend me your cell phone? I lost my husband!"
She hurriedly handed over the phone, "Don't worry, a grown man can't throw it away."
"..." Mu Yanzhu entered a string of numbers that she knew by heart and dialed them.
The phone rang several times and then was hung up.
Mu Yanzhu's heart skipped a beat!
Why did Jiang Qingchi hang up the phone on her
Then she thought, this was not her mobile phone. Jiang Qingchi never answered unknown numbers.
So she gritted her teeth and continued to fight!
After calling for the fifth time, he finally answered, and a cold voice came over, "Who is it?"
"Well, it's me..."
Mu Yanzhu covered her eyes and said, tears sliding down her fingers to the corner of her 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 the community, shopping malls, parking lots... but I can't find you."
"Where are you now? I'll pick you up!"
"No, I'll go find you!"
The other end sighed.
"I am home!"
at home? !
Mu Yanzhu quickly hung up the phone and returned the phone to the kind person.
The other party smiled at Mu Yanzhu.
"It's not easy for a couple to be together. Since we are both married, let's do it and cherish it."
Mu Yanzhu nodded, said thank you, and hurried back with her slippers on.
Jiang Qingchi had been waiting at the door early.
Their eyes met, Mu Yanzhu rushed over and hugged him, tears wet his front, "I'm sorry..."
With a strong effort, Jiang Qingchi grabbed her waist and carried her in, then kicked the door shut and rubbed Mu Yanzhu's head.
"stupid!"
Mu Yanzhu turned her eyes and saw a bag of mangosteen placed on the table in the living room, and tears fell again.
"You are stupid!"
Jiang Qingchi hummed, "Yeah, I'm just stupid. I walked around outside for two times in anger. I saw the mangosteens you like to eat, so I bought a bag and came back."
People who truly love you will still miss you no matter how angry they are.
Because he loves you, loves you to the core.
What else could Mu Yanzhu say at this moment, with her head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong in front of him for the first time, not daring to say a word.
It was rare for her to relent, and Jiang Qingchi lost his temper and went to the bathroom to dip a wet towel and wipe her face.
The latter looked at him through the gap in the towel and pulled his sleeves flatteringly.
"Don't be angry."
"It's rare that Editor-in-Chief Mu can be so flattering?"
"...Stop teasing me. I shouldn't lose my temper with you. I'll tell you when I see you next time."
Hearing this, Jiang Qingchi snorted and said half-jokingly: "That's good, as long as you don't make me angry, I will definitely live for two more years."
Did he do it on purpose or on purpose
Saying such words at this time was like a knife piercing Mu Yanzhu's heart.
"Come on, bah bah bah, don't say this, you will definitely live a long life!"
"What are you doing? I'm just kidding."
"It's not okay to joke, hurry up bah bah bah!"
Mu Yanzhu's eyes suddenly turned red. This was the first time she was so stubborn about something.
Jiang Qingchi raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and hurriedly said bah bah bah three times.
"Is this okay?"
She is acting strange today.
Mu Yanzhu's eyes were still moist, and she suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, held his face in her hands, and kissed him firmly.
Jiang Qingchi was stunned for only a second, then smiled, picked up his wife by the waist, and walked to the room.
…
The night is already dark.
"Jianghe..."
"Um?"
"I love you so much."
"Well, I think I love you more."
"Yeah… "
"I can't lose you." Jiang Qingchi hugged Mu Yanzhu tightly, letting the back of her head rest on his arm, then changed into a comfortable position, rubbed her hair like this, and closed her eyes.
"Good night, wife."
"Good night."
Sleeping in each other's arms.
Jiang Qingchi had a good night's sleep.
But Mu Yanzhu couldn't sleep all night.
They say that when you are in your lover's arms, you won't feel far away when you wake up. The premise is that both of you are good, healthy and free from illness and worry. This is the basis and guarantee of happiness.
He said he couldn't lose her, but she couldn't lose him either.
She wanted Jiang He to live well and healthily, and for this, she was willing to pay any price.
…
(End of chapter)