My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Chapter 56

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Qiu Xinghui sneered at Xie Yang's obvious nonsense.

"Don't let go?"

Xie Yang retracted his hand on the back of Qiu Xing's.

"Go back to bed, lie down, and close your eyes."

Xie Yang did so, lying down and closing his eyes.

"Quilt."

Xie Yang opened his eyes, pulled the quilt, and closed his eyes again.

"Put your hands in."

Xie Yang retracted his hand into the bed.

About ten minutes later, Xie Yang tried to open his eyes.

"Xie Yang, are you looking for death?"

"..."

Xie Yang gave up the plan to secretly try the power, closed his eyes again, slowed his breathing, and quickly fell into deep sleep—he just awakened from the power, and he actually needed a rest.

After confirming that Xie Yang really fell asleep, Qiu Xing's tight body relaxed a little, raised the hand that Xie Yang had just put up and looked at it for a while, sat up, and touched it again during the day. Shoulders.

It seems to have grown a bit taller

Also a little thinner...

[Don't touch my people, get out! 】

Qiu Xing straightened his back unconsciously, frowned and looked at Xie Yang on the next bed. He simply got out of the bed and walked to the chair next to the bed to sit down, staring at Xie Yang.

What does it mean

Why do you want to say this

Qiu Xing quickly tapped the arm of the chair with his fingers, and paused halfway through the click. He leaned in a ghostly manner, put the hand held by Xie Yang into the quilt and moved forward.

The skin touched another piece of warm skin and couldn't help but gently rubbed it down, Qiu Xing regained his senses abruptly, retracted his hand, held his right hand with his left hand, and leaned back in the chair to watch Xie Yang.

I don't know how long it will be.

"Quiet." Qiu Xing got up, pinched the corner of the quilt on Xie Yang's body, and gently lifted it up, "Something that's not worrying."

After waking up from sleep, Xie Yang was resurrected with full blood, and even looked healthier and more energetic than before admission. Qiu Xing frowned and looked at Xie Yang for a while, then called to the doctor, insisting on giving Xie Yang a physical examination.

After a round of inspections, Xie Yang is good everywhere, but a little calcium deficiency.

"Drink more milk at ordinary times, work regularly, and exercise regularly. There is nothing wrong with it and you can be discharged from the hospital."

Holding the checklist, Qiu Xing looked at the doctor dissatisfiedly, and said, "He really has no other problems? Then why does he have a sudden fever this time?"

The doctor was annoyed by Qiu Xing to despair, and said for the ten thousandth time: "This is possible—"

"It may be that I kicked the quilt the first day I slept, or it may be that I didn't accept it." Xie Yang helped the doctor answer and patted Qiu Xing's shoulder, "Let's get out of the hospital. I don't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital."

Qiu Xing's body stiffened without a trace, and his black face glared: "Don't move your hands, are you a child? You even kick the quilt when you sleep."

Xie Yang sees the doctor: "Doctor, he has been getting angry recently, can you prescribe some medicine to reduce fire and toxins."

The uncle doctor was very embarrassed: "You can't take the medicine blindly, especially this gentleman's body is sick at first sight. In fact, I suggest that this gentleman also get a full body check-"

Qiu Xing suddenly got up and grabbed the hat of Xie Yang's down jacket, and pulled Xie Yang out of the doctor's office.

Doctor: "—Check."

Alas, the doctor is so hard to do.

The two were discharged from the hospital, and when they were about to walk out of the hospital lobby, Qiu Xing suddenly stopped, lowered his head and flipped through his duffel bag, and turned out a scarf, first raised his hand to pull up the hat of Xieyang's down jacket, and then gave the scarf to Xie Yang. Wrap it around, winding it around, and winding it up so that only a pair of eyes are exposed to the outside to satisfy.

After that, he took out a pair of gloves from his duffel bag and pulled Xie Yang's hand. He reached halfway and stopped. Instead, he put the gloves directly into Xie Yang's arms and said: "Wear it, H City has cooled down these days, don't I was frozen back when I went out."

Xie Yang put on the gloves and found that the size of the gloves was the right size. He glanced at the hatred without a scarf or gloves, and asked, "Aren't you wearing them?"

"I'm not cold."

Zhou Miao, who had just completed the discharge procedures for Xie Yang, came over and heard these words, and instinctively replied: "No, the boss is in a hurry to go out, so he can only get yours in time. The boss did not bring his own. In fact, the boss is very afraid of the cold. ."

Qiu Xing looked at Zhou Miao coldly. Zhou Miao realized that he was talking too much, and his neck shrank in fright.

Xie Yang was surprised and looked at Qiu Xing, with a smile on his only exposed eye: "Are you afraid of the cold?"

"..."

Qiu Xing frowned and pulled up his duffel bag: "What are you laughing at, let's go."

A group of people got out of the hospital and got on the bus. The car was rented by Wu Shui from a nearby car rental company. He didn't have the comfort of his own seat, and Qiu Xing seemed a little tight after getting in the car.

Xie Yang said, "Go to the mall first."

"What are you going to do in the mall?"

"Buy socks, I forgot to bring a few more pairs."

"..." Qiu Xing endured, unbearable, and said, "Just say that your little suitcase can't hold many things... Wu Shui, go to the mall!"

After arriving at the mall, Xie Yang didn't let Qiu Xing get off the car, and only took Zhou Miao into the mall. He went straight to the men's clothing on the fourth floor and walked in with a pleasing store. He estimated the size and picked out a pair of sheepskin gloves and a cashmere scarf.

Zhou Miao suddenly realized: "So you want to give the boss..."

"City H is cold and damp, unlike city B. He should be very uncomfortable." Xie Yang explained, taking the gloves and scarf to the checkout. When passing by the clothing area, he swept to a black down jacket on the shelf and stopped. , Called the shopping guide and took one according to Qiu Xing's size.

After shopping, Xie Yang hurried back to the car and put the bag on Qiu Xing's lap.

"Aren't you buying socks, why are you such a big bag?"

Xie Yang smiled, first took out the scarf around Qiu Xing, and then took out the gloves to put Qi Xing's hands, and finally took out the down jacket to compare with Qiu Xing's body, and said: "I think you are wearing a coat. It may be cold. This style is good, and you should look good in it."

"..."

Qiu Xing forced his face and pressed down the down jacket and said: "Spending money indiscriminately."

"I swiped the card you gave me." Xie Yang pointed to his new down jacket. "You use my money to give me clothes, and I use your money to give you clothes. It's fair."

Qiu Xing squeezed the soft glove in his hand and said nothing.

The car finally stopped at the door of an unfamiliar hotel.

Xie Yang looked towards Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing's words threatened: "Either you live here while working in H city, or you come back with me today, and you choose by yourself."

Xie Yang grasped the key point: "Are you going back to market b today?"

"There will be a meeting." Qiu Xing pushed the door open, "get off the car and help you settle down first."

What Qiu Xing arranged for Xie Yang was the hotel's top suite, with a housekeeper including all meals, and an on-call doctor. Qiu Xing helped Xie Yang hang up his clothes, turned to look at Xie Yang, and finally calmed down, and said: "Take care of yourself, turn on the air conditioner to sleep at night, and turn on the temperature a little bit higher. I won't come over again if I get sick again."

Xie Yang looked at the unbearable exhaustion between Qiu Xing's eyebrows and the shadow caused by lack of sleep, and asked, "Don't stay a day?"

"... Eat well, remember to drink milk every day, and don't stay up late." Qiu Xing avoided without answering, and checked the small refrigerator in the master bedroom to make sure there was something to eat and drink in, and he straightened up and said, "I went to the crew as much as possible. Don't eat the boxed lunch of the crew, let Wu Shui send you food from the hotel."

"Do you have a headache lately?"

Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang, went over to cover Xie Yang's head, and walked out, saying: "I'm going to the airport, you have a good rest."

Xie Yang immediately picked up the coat that hadn't been taken off for a long time and chased after him, and said, "I'll give it to you."

Qiu Xing looked back at Xie Yang, but did not refuse this time.

On the way to the airport, Qiu Xing kept closing his eyes and restoring his mind. Perhaps it was a psychological effect. Xie Yang always felt that Qiu Xing's complexion looked worse than a while ago, and his lips even turned faintly purple.

Xie Yang's gaze fell on Qiu Xing's hand on his abdomen, moved a little there, and put his hand on it.

His abilities are in the initial awakening stage, and cannot be used in the air. After the last sneak attack failed in the middle of the night, he wanted to wait for the ability to upgrade a little before trying to help Xun Xing, to try whether the purification ability is useful for alleviating physical diseases, but...

Xie Yang leaned on the back of the chair, took a little bit of the power to the tip of his finger, and leaned into Qiu Xing's body.

Even if it can only make Qiu Xing more comfortable.

Qiu Xing's eyelashes trembled, and he was quiet again.

Supernatural powers blow into the valley like a breeze, drifting silently towards the deep valley.

A few minutes later, Qiu Xing loosened his frowning eyebrows, relaxed his body and leaned against Xie Yang, and fell asleep.

Xie Yang retracted his hand, but frowned slightly.

A good discovery, a bad discovery.

The good finding is that abilities have an effect on diseases. Diseases are like viruses to the body and can be eliminated. The bad finding is that maybe it is because his power level is still very low, the power does not play a big role in the disease, and the physical condition of Qiu Xing is far worse than he thought.

According to the plot timeline of the original book, Qiu Xing will die of illness in three years.

Three years is too short.

After arriving at the airport, Xie Yang awakened Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing frowned and opened his eyes, looking at Xie Yang's face close at hand, he woke up instantly, sat up straight and shook the hand on his abdomen.

The back of the hand is cold, no temperature that another person has ever held.

Qiu Xing released his hand and said, "Just send it here, you don't need to enter the airport."

Xie Yang pushed the door directly and got out of the car.

Qiu Xing: "..."

When he was about to enter the security checkpoint, Qiu Xing, who had been silent since getting out of the car, suddenly turned to Xie Yang and said, "We are just a business relationship, you understand?"

Xie Yang raised his eyes to see Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing paused and continued: "Jie Yang, I am the landlord..."

Xie Yang answered, "I am a tenant."

Qiu Xing shut up and looked at Xie Yang with a calm expression. He didn't understand whether he understood it or not, and his expression was vaguely anxious.

Xie Yang suddenly smiled at Qiu Xing, and said: "Chou Xing, my dad sold you the rest of my life, how can this be."

Qiu Xing paused and looked straight at Xie Yang.

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it divorced?"

Qiu Xing was stunned, and he looked carefully to understand Yang for a while, then suddenly snorted and said, "Xie Yang, don't even think about it."

When Xie Yang arrived on the set, Mu Zhou Yigang and Shen Yan finished a rival scene. Everyone raised their opinions and greeted them with concern. Xie Yang responded one by one, raising his eyes to look at Shangmu Zhouyi's eyes, directly ignoring him, and proactively stretched out his hand towards Xu Heng, saying, "Director Xu, I'm sorry, it has delayed everyone's work progress."

Xu Heng held Xie Yang's hand back, and said, "It doesn't matter, the body is important, but it didn't delay anything."

The power came out, entered Xu Heng's body, and went straight to the brain. Xie Yang obviously felt that something was swallowed by the power, and Xu Heng's eyes were lost for a moment.

It really worked.

Xie Yang retracted his hand in satisfaction, exchanged a few words with Xu Heng, and then sat next to Long Shuyou before shooting the next scene and held Long Shuyou's wrist.

Nagarjuna was looking at the music scores attentively, only then did he notice that Xie Yang was back, and just about to talk, his head suddenly fell into a faint, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned.

Xie Yang took away the pen and music score in Long Shuyou's hand, turned over the score, and asked, "Do you still want to sing with Mu Zhouyi?"

Long Shuyou's face wrinkled, and put down his hands to look at Xie Yang: "Let you cooperate with Mu Zhouyi, am I crazy?"

Perfect.

Xie Yang returned the score to Long Shuyou, and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Congratulations, you have succeeded in detoxification."