Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing and said nothing.
"..." Qiu Xing retracted his hand uncomfortably, and said sternly, "Drink quickly, and go to bed after drinking, it's very late."
Xie Yang drank the milk in one sip, then stepped forward to embrace Qiu Xing, and touched Qiu Xing's neck with his fingers.
Qiu Xing's body froze, his hand instinctively lifted, and then he forced it down. After a long stalemate, he finally bowed his head like a compromise, nudged Xie Yang's hair, and whispered: "Xie Yang... Welcome home."
Xie Yang smiled silently, then retracted his fingers and walked away, putting the cup back into Qiu Xing's hand, and said, "Thank you, go to bed early, and good night." After speaking, he turned upstairs, pretending that he didn't hear the words of Qiu Xing. Show weakness and suggestion.
"..."
Qiu Xing looked at the stairs, touched the temperature that belongs to Xie Yang remaining on the milk cup, and cast his eyes down.
"Good night."
…
Qiu Xing was already sitting at the dining table when Xie Yang went downstairs the next day. He glanced at the only one breakfast on the table, looked at the enemies on the opposite side, and asked, "You don't want to eat?"
Qiu Xing replied: "Many inspection items require fasting."
Xie Yang nodded to express his understanding, and sat down to eat breakfast.
Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang.
Xie Yang concentrated on eating breakfast. He didn't seem to notice Qiu Xing's gaze. After eating, he got up and said, "Let's go."
Qiu Xing retracted his gaze, got up, and said, "There is milk in the thermos cup, take it with you."
Xie Yang looked at the thermos cup on the table and picked it up obediently.
On the way to the hospital, Qiu Xing kept his eyes closed and rested, and he took out his mobile phone to chat with Ji Zehui on WeChat.
After more than a week of tug-of-war, Ji Zehui finally successfully terminated the contract with Huangtian. Although he was severely slaughtered by Emperor Tian when he terminated the contract, he didn't care about the loss at all, only fortunate that he ran fast enough in this wave.
Ji Zehui: Don't you know that Huangtian has been completely occupied by those people who came from Kaxu. Hong Zhijie filled all the vacancies of Huangtian's high-level positions with the people he brought, and also drove out the former director of Huangtian's artist department.
Ji Zehui: Because he came with resources and projects, the chairman turned a blind eye to his behavior. Everyone couldn't talk about grievances.
Xie Yang: Did you pick yourself up when you left
Ji Zehui: That's clear. By the way, before I left, I heard a gossip that Mu Zhouyi seemed to be with Hong Zhijie. Hong Zhijie brought back her contract specifications as soon as she entered the job. The two went out and entered 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 correctly, Hong Zhijie seems to be almost fifty years old
Ji Zehui: Hong Zhijie forty-nine, hey, this is not unusual, young and old are worthy of chanting, it is often the case in the circle.
Xie Yang: Is the news reliable
Ji Zehui: It is reliable. Some employees of Huangtian said that Mu Zhouyi and Hong Zhijie's mailing addresses are in the same building in the same community. At this time, Zhou Yi moved to the community where Hong Zhijie lived. Wouldn't it be possible for you to say that it is not tricky
Xie Yang immediately took a screenshot of the chat history 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 matter again, saying that because Emperor Tian was too stable and he hurried to terminate the contract, it is estimated that all the talents he had looked for before could not be dug out.
Xie Yang typing: It's okay. You and Xiao Jin are the main ones, and the others are the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if it doesn't.
The car just drove into the roundabout and kept turning. Xie Yang was unstable and accidentally leaned on Qiu Xing.
Qiu Xing's eyelashes moved, but he still didn't open his eyes.
After walking the curve, Xie Yang took a look at Qiu Xing, then sat up straight and continued 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, got out of the car and took Xie Yang into the hospital.
The hospital is small, but the internal facilities are very good. A gray-haired doctor was waiting at the service desk in the lobby. When Qiu Xing came in, he hurriedly greeted him and asked, "How is the situation lately?"
"Okay."
The doctor said helplessly, "You should be more detailed."
Qiu said little in jargon, and said: "Check it out as soon as possible."
Seeing that Qiu Xing's expression was not good, the doctor wisely stopped talking nonsense, and walked to the location of the first examination with Qiu Xing. Halfway through, Qiu Xing stopped and looked at Xie Yang who was following him.
Xie Yang also stopped and asked: "What?"
Qiu Xing hesitated and raised his hand to hold Xie Yang's head, touched it lightly, and said, "There is a rest area for family members. You can sit there. After I have checked, people will call you."
"Can't you follow you?"
"... Go ahead."
Xie Yang compromised.
Qiu walked, and Xie Yang followed the instructor to the rest area and sat down. He didn't play on his mobile phone, watch TV, or read a magazine, just sitting and waiting purely.
The passage of time became extremely slow. When the minute hand reached the fourth lap, the doctor who had led Jieyang into the rest area reappeared and said to Jieyang: "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 instructor.
There were only the dean and Qiu Xing in the office. After Xie Yang entered the door, he came to the door with interest, then walked to Qiu Xing to sit down, observe Qiu Xing's slightly pale face, and asked, "How do you feel?"
Qiu Xing didn't reply, and said to the dean: "Let's talk."
The dean looked at Qiu Xing, then Xie Yang, and finally set his sights on Understanding Yang, saying, "Qiu Xing's heart surgery was very successful and he recovered very well. There are basically no problems."
Xie Yang said: "Then what?"
The dean probably had never seen such a calm and calm patient family. He looked at Qiu Xing again, and said carefully, "Then... Judging from the film shot today, although the tumor in Qiu Xing's brain has not deteriorated, it is even faint. Stopped the growth trend, but still... it's not easy to treat."
Qiu Xing clenched his hands on his knees without a trace.
Xie Yang nodded and said, "It's just that it's not easy to treat, not that it can't be treated. Then according to Qiu Xing's current situation, what kind of treatment do you think is more appropriate for him?"
Qiu Xing's clenched fist froze, and he looked sideways at Xie Yang.
Xie Yang didn't look at Qiu Xing, but looked at the dean seriously, and 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 so—"
"Speak clearly." Qiu Xing suddenly interrupted the dean, looked at the dean, his eyes pressed, but his tone was difficult, "make it clear... everything."
The dean shut up, took a look at Qiu Xing, sighed in his heart, took out the pile of examination data and historical case data under his hand, and said to Xie Yang: "Before I talk about Qiu Xing's treatment plan, I will explain to you in detail. About Qiu Xing's physical condition."
…
In a full hour, Xie Yang learned from the dean of Qiu Xing's detailed disease development, treatment process, and physical changes from the time he was diagnosed with brain cancer to the present. More than that, the dean also told Xie Yang how troublesome brain cancer is, and how difficult it is for the tumor to grow in Qiu Xing's brain for surgery.
After all the information is summed up, three points are finally summarized.
Qiu Xing's success rate for craniotomy was less than 20%.
There is no sequelae after Qiu Xing, and the probability of maintaining a healthy mind and not affecting physical functions is 5%.
The probability of Qiu Xing not recurring after surgery is only 30%.
too low.
But such a low success rate is already based on Qiu Xing's physical condition has eased recently. In other words, before then, the possibility of Qiu Xing being cured was lower than what Xie Yang heard now.
"Basically that's the case." The dean put down the case, took a look at Xie Xing who had completely lost his expression on his face, and asked Xie Yang, "Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Yes." Xie Yang looked into the dean's eyes, "According to the current conservative treatment method, how long can Qiu Xing survive?"
Qiu Xing's fingers were tightly clenched and then loosened. Seeing the dean looked over, he adjusted his tone and said, "Say."
The dean replied: "Four years... the most."
Four years.
In the original book, Qiu Xing's disease died three years later.
Xie Yang nodded and said, "I understand."
…
The two returned to the car. Qiu Xing turned his head to look at Xie Yang, and asked as calmly as possible: "Do you understand?"
Xie Yang's expression was calm, so calm that he seemed a little unkind, and said, "Understood."
"..."
Qiu Xing concealed his emotions by adjusting his posture. When he raised his head again, he was already calm again, saying: "It's fine if you understand. Xie Yang, our transaction will continue. After the transaction is over, except for what has been given to you now, I will also leave some of Rongding’s shares and real estate for you."
Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing and asked, "What do you want to change when you give me these?"
"Change..." Qiu Xing avoided Xie Yang's sight, tentatively reached out to hold Xie Yang's hand, and said, "Change to the new year you."
What a timid and soft-hearted person, he would only dare to express his demands so implicitly at this time. The thing I wanted was right in front of my eyes, where I could hold my hand, but still only dared to put on the coat of trade, and stretched out two fingers to gently pinch.
"Is it enough?" Xie Yang held Qiu Xing's hand, interlocking with his fingers, and raised the hands of the two of them. Verbal concerns, are you all you need is enough?"
Qiu Xing tried to withdraw his hand and frowned, "Xie Yang."
"Qiu Xing, don't you want to spend four years to fight a long life?"
Qiu Xing's motion stopped.
Xie Yang let go of Qiu Xing's hand and said, "I will only be twenty-four years old in 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, hug, kiss, and even go to bed with them. Maybe I will truly fall in love with someone, willing to enter into marriage with him, for that People do everything that I have done for you. Every day I open my eyes and close my eyes to see him. Gradually, I will forget the man who was only trading with me."
Xie Yang looked straight at Qiu Xing: "I will forget you, aren't you afraid?"