The young man shook his head: "Sorry, miss, my master said he won't see anyone!"
After saying this, the young man turned around and left, maintaining his usual calmness and gentleness. No one could fault him or make trouble for him.
After everyone returned to their respective residences, Xia Yuanqiu deliberately sent Xing Fang into the space to see Xiao Bai and Da Bai, and called Xing Ying into the room to take his pulse again.
Xing Ying saw that Xia Yuanqiu's face was solemn and his brows were furrowed, and he deliberately sent Xing Fang away. He felt confused in his heart: "Am I suffering from some incurable disease?"
Xia Yuanqiu did not reply to him, but still listened carefully to his wrist pulse. After listening to the pulse, he reached out to touch his abdomen. He quickly stepped away and looked at Zhu Yan awkwardly. Zhu Yan nodded to him and said: " It's okay, just cooperate with Yuan Qiu."
Xing Ying sat back down and kept wondering in his heart, could he really be seriously ill
Xia Yuanqiu pressed in and out from below his collarbone, observing his facial expressions, constantly asking if there was any pain or any strange feeling. Seeing that Xing Ying's face remained unchanged and he felt no pain at all, her frown relaxed a little. Sighed: "It seems the situation is better than I expected!"
Xing Ying asked anxiously: "Your Highness, Princess, what disease do I have?"
Zhu Yan stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and said: "It shouldn't be a big deal, let's listen to Yuan Qiu."
Xia Yuanqiu poured a cup of warm tea and pushed it in front of Xing Ying, saying: "Don't be anxious, listen to me and tell you slowly."
The more this happened, the more uneasy Xing Ying became, and she refused to drink the tea. She said anxiously: "Don't be so pretentious. Whether it's life or death, just give me a quick blow!"
Seeing him like this, Xia Yuanqiu didn't want to say anything anymore, so he had to say: "Xing Ying, you have a stomach illness at the moment. If you had treated it earlier, it might be just a minor illness. You can get better with a few doses of medicine." Quan, but you delayed it for too long, and a minor illness turned into a serious one."
Xing Ying was stunned and asked quickly: "Serious illness? What serious illness?"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "According to my preliminary estimate, it should be the early stage of gastric cancer. Fortunately, it is early stage. Otherwise, the situation will only be more complicated."
Xing Ying was confused: "Stomach cancer? What is stomach cancer?"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "You may not know what gastric cancer is. It is a noun to me, a name that represents a disease. You don't need to know what gastric cancer is. You just need to accept my treatment well. It's all Follow my arrangements and I will do my best to cure you."
When Xia Yuanqiu spoke, he did not feel relaxed at all. In Xing Ying's view, this was an extremely terrifying thing.
In the past, he followed Xia Yuanqiu and saw that she had cured many patients. She rarely showed such a solemn expression in front of the patients. Only when she encountered the Jiangdong Plague did she have such a solemn and entangled expression. appearance.
Is it possible that his disease is as difficult to cure as the plague
He had never been a person who was afraid of death. He was only afraid of dying inexplicably and in an inappropriate place.
But now, he is no longer the lonely Xing Ying before. He has Xing Fang and has a white-headed promise with her. He doesn't want to die, but he can't die. He said in a trembling voice: "What are the chances of being cured?"
Xia Yuanqiu stretched out a hand and said: "Fifty percent!"
Fifty percent, say more but not more, say less, the chances of life and death are evenly divided. He knew that this meant that there was little hope.
Xia Yuanqiu was about to say something more, but Xing Ying stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Stop talking, let me be quiet!" He turned around and left the room, running away.