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Since her debut in cruise ship advertising, Xia Yang's attention has increased significantly. In addition to her visible increase in followers on Weibo, she has also received invitations from some program groups.
"Mr. Xia, "Wise and Courageous" sincerely invites you. We are a celebrity outdoor competition experience program. We plan to do a water competition, which will include a mermaid tug-of-war segment... "
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Xia Yang treated all these invitations sincerely, thanked them politely, and then declined them politely.
He lays down his Buddhist nature and is indifferent to fame and wealth. Fire or non-fire doesn't seem to move his heart very much.
However, even so, he soon discovered that the more he wanted to make money, the more invitations he kept coming.
On this day, Tang Siming, the best actor in the Tang Dynasty, made a special trip to his home to ask if he wanted to make a movie.
Actor Tang said that he had just received a new script, playing the male lead and also serving as the film's producer.
Xia Yang was shocked and flattered. How could he be a co-star for the best actor? How could he be so virtuous
At the same time, I also seriously doubt whether Movie Emperor Tang has never seen the previous "works" of the original owner.
"Well, Brother Tang, are you sure you want to cooperate with me?" Xia Yang bravely shouldered the responsibility of the original owner and sighed, "I have acted in a small drama before, and it only lasted for five episodes. I will gain something from each episode. One screen back! Back! Back! Back!”
Tang Siming smiled and waved his hands, comforting him and saying, "It doesn't matter, everyone has a dark history, but yours is more conspicuous."
Xia Yang: "..."
"But believe me, I've always judged people very accurately. My sister-in-law is a potential stock. You look more normal in this commercial than before."
Xia Yang: "."
Tang Siming did not realize that his comfort was unique. After comforting him, he continued: "I also participated in the creation of the script this time. The role of the sister-in-law is the third male, a member of the criminal investigation detachment, and also my junior brother. She does not have a lot of roles. He has a high-octane role, and he will be great if he plays it well..."
Hearing what the great actor said, Xia Yang was moved. This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had received a movie job, and the role of a detective was his favorite.
Just thinking about it again: I just heard this morning that Aaron and his top surgical team have set off from country D. Han Yi's second surgery is tentatively scheduled for ten days. He hesitated again.
Party A's father is in trouble, and he has to step forward at the critical moment.
Party B, whose reputation has exploded, is not just talking about it.
"Thank you, Brother Tang, for trusting me," Xia Yang sighed and said regretfully, "It's just that I don't have the skills to do anything. Brother Xiaoyi is going to have surgery recently. I might..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a deep voice coming from behind him: "Just do whatever you have to do, and don't let me influence your decision-making."
The two turned around when they heard the sound, and saw Han Yi slowly coming from the stairs in a wheelchair.
His calm eyes briefly touched Xia Yang for a few seconds and then moved away. His voice was as calm as ever, without any emotion.
"I am the one doing the surgery and it has nothing to do with you. I don't need anyone's care. You just have to do your own thing."
Xia Yang knew that this was the last stubbornness of the beautiful and powerful man. He curled his lips, walked up to him, bumped his arm lightly and said, "Don't make me sound cold-blooded and ruthless. Although, for a long time, There is no filial son in front of the hospital bed... Oh no, my metaphor seems a bit inferior."
Han Yi: "..."
The "filial son" clarified his thoughts again and reorganized his words: "Although husband and wife are originally like birds in the same forest and fly separately when disaster strikes, in the relationship between you and me, I will never leave you alone when you are suffering. Fly. You can choose to trust me completely. I will be the bird of whichever forest you are."
Bird Yi: "..."
Tang Siming listened to the conversation between the two and looked helplessly at the sky, feeling helpless.
Can these two fellows stop showing off their affection in such a way that it makes him, an old single, so embarrassed
"Ahem, let me interrupt." He swallowed the sour lemon and smiled after being tortured. "Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry. It's still early for the movie to start, so the two things don't conflict. Besides, my brother's surgery is a big deal. , Liang Yue and I will also go there to accompany you."
"Really, that's great!" Xia Yang was so happy that she clapped her hands.
He couldn't tell whether it was the movie cake that made him happier or the surgical support team that made him feel more at ease.
But looking at Han Yi, he didn't look very happy. His thin lips pursed lightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about in his mind.
*
After lunch and seeing off Tang Siming, Xia Yang was stopped by Han Yi as soon as he returned to the villa.
"Go upstairs."
"Ah?" He was stunned, and went upstairs with others despite being confused.
Looking at the serious look on the plastic husband's face, he probably wasn't inviting him to take a lunch break.
The two of them entered the bedroom, and Han Yi closed the door with his backhand.
Unusually, there was a lock on the door.
Xia Yang slowly typed a "?" in his mind.
What do you mean, I feel like something big is about to happen!
Han Yi locked the door, turned around, pointed to the edge of the bed, and said, "Sit down."
Xia Yang opened his mouth and opened his eyes slightly.
do it? What stimulated you
At noon, grandma is still snoring next door.
"Are you...are you sure?" He turned his head and glanced at the locked door again, his lowered eyelashes blinking faster, "Did anyone tell you that prescribing some meat before surgery can help increase the success rate?" ?”
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "..."
He took a deep breath and raised his voice: "Did you have alcohol in your head again? I told you to sit down. Next."
The pronunciation of the last two words has been specially emphasized.
Xia Yang: "..."
He banged his not-so-smart head and muttered silently, "As long as I'm not embarrassed, it will be others who are embarrassed." He sat down on the small sofa next to the bed.
"I just lost my body, don't mind, you can continue."
Han Yi held his twitching forehead and calmed down for a while before speaking again, solemnly saying: "I have something to tell you. I asked the attending doctor to advance the surgery date by a week."
"What, a week in advance?" Xia Yang didn't understand, and rolled his eyes full of wisdom, "Did you ask Master Zhou Yi to calculate an auspicious day?"
"...No." Han Yi pursed his lips, "It's to hide it from grandma and have the surgery in advance."
After hearing what he said, Xia Yang understood.
Aaron said that Han Yi's second surgery was a major operation and was initially expected to take at least 7 hours. Mrs. Tang is old and has high blood pressure. If there is an accident, she will easily become emotional.
What Han Yi did was to directly exclude her from the "support group". He didn't want his grandma to worry too much.
"What a filial and good grandson~" Xia Yang praised sincerely and gave a thumbs up, "Don't worry, abide by organizational disciplines and keep organizational secrets. I promise not to mention a word about grandma."
Han Yi looked at him and nodded, then paused and said, "In addition to keeping it secret, I also need you to act in a scene with me."
…
Today's dinner was particularly atmospheric.
In the past, it was Xia Yang who took the initiative to do business. This time, Han Yi rarely mobilized his initiative and cooperated tacitly.
Today the chef made his best secret braised pork, Sichuan-flavored tender beef tenderloin, Japanese tofu, stir-fried green beans... The color is bright and the fragrance is overflowing. Just by looking at it and smelling it, you can't help but eat it. saliva.
Mrs. Tang sat down and said, "Eat quickly, they are all your favorite dishes."
Xia Yang was focused on the business script, took the serving chopsticks and gave Han Yi two pieces of braised pork, and said in a gentle voice: "Husband, it's hard work lately, so eat meat~"
Han Yi's Adam's apple rolled up, and he took the serving chopsticks, took a little bit of various dishes on the table, and piled them on the plate beside Xia Yang.
"You've worked hard too, eat more."
The dark pupils flashed with light, and Xia Yang was stunned for a moment when their eyes met.
I didn’t expect the big ice sculpture to be so gentle.
It's a pity that his gentleness is just acting...
Seeing that the dinner plate was almost full, Han Yi brought over another glutinous rice dumpling.
Xia Yang suspected that the plastic husband was addicted to acting, and was worried that her grandma would notice if he used too much force.
So, he gently poked the other person's leg with the tip of his index finger under the table: "My dear, if you do this, it will make my belly bigger."
Han Yi: "..."
The words stopped abruptly at the edge of his mouth, and his arms froze in the air. After being frozen for several seconds, he pointed at the glutinous rice dumpling with his eyes: "Why don't you eat it?"
"...Eat," Xia Yang couldn't resist the desire after all. He stared at the soft white dumplings and licked his lips, "As long as you don't dislike someone with a big belly..."
"No." Han Yi interrupted him and took a deep breath.
This scene was all seen by Mrs. Tang. Although her face remained calm, she was actually very happy. Even the bitter melon slices on the table seemed to taste a hint of sweetness in her mouth.
Hard work pays off.
With his own efforts, the emotional crisis between his grandson and his wife was completely resolved. After the separation, the two finally became inseparable again, even sweeter than before.
She is truly a wise and great grandmother.
With her hanging heart finally settled, Mrs. Tang made a certain decision in her heart and looked at the two of them lovingly.
"Xiaoyi, Yangyang, after living here with you for so long, I plan to go back to Xicheng tomorrow. You two must be good to each other and don't separate just because you don't agree."
The two of them raised their heads in unison, their eyes briefly touching in the air.
Done!
What we want is this result... one.
Xia Yang considered this stage of victory, extended his index finger again, and secretly poked Han Yi under the table.
When the person turned his head, he mouthed four words - pursue victory.
Han Yi understood deeply and looked at Mrs. Tang: "We plan to go out for a while and leave the day after tomorrow. It may take a month before we return."
Whether his operation was successful or not can be determined in a month.
Even the possibility of surgery failure has been taken into account.
Mrs. Tang was surprised when she heard this: "About a month? Are you going on a trip?"
"Yeah, yeah, yes~" Xia Yang answered smoothly, making up nonsense in a serious manner, "Travel is a catalyst for marriage, and Brother Yi and I haven't spent our honeymoon yet, and the day after tomorrow is Chinese Valentine's Day."
This reason was very convincing, and Han Yi nodded.
Mrs. Tang looked at the two of them, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at her grandson's wheelchair.
Her Xiaoyi has rarely left the house since the car accident. It is a good thing that she can go out with her other half to relax now.
only…
"Xiaoyi, are you... really okay?" She frowned slightly, showing a hint of worry.
"Grandma, don't worry, I'm here!" Xia Yang rushed to speak, patting her chest and promising, "I promise to stay with Brother Xiaoyi and never leave. I will follow him when he eats, and I will help him wash when he takes a bath. He will be there at night. He couldn’t sleep in the hotel, so I sang him a lullaby.”
Han Yi: "..."
Mrs. Tang: "It seems... not necessary."
The father's move finally dispelled her worries, and the old lady gave careful instructions and let them go on their honeymoon.
…
After dinner, when he returned to his room, Han Yi closed the door and communicated with Aaron on the phone about changing the surgery date, while Xia Yang was sitting on the small sofa holding her tablet, reading something unknown.
Half an hour later, the call ended. He was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower when Xia Yang called to him and jumped down from the sofa.
"Mr. Han, can I call your attending doctor? I have something very important to tell you." He said seriously, fluttering his eyelashes.
"What are you telling me?" Han Yi asked.
"Well, it's something very important anyway, so you don't need to know. I promise it's not unreasonable."
Han Yi originally refused, but couldn't stand up to his persistent persistence. After all, he dialed Aaron's number and gave him the phone.
"Okay," Xia Yang didn't call out immediately, pushed Han Yi's wheelchair and quickly sent him into the bathroom, "Next is the communication time between the doctor and his family, the patient should be careful and don't eavesdrop. "
Han Yi turned around and wanted to say something else, but the patient's family members had already closed the bathroom door for him, turned around and ran out.
On the balcony of the bedroom, Xia Yang dialed Aaron's number. The phone rang twice and the call was connected. A middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver.
"Hello, Han?"
"Hi, Aaron, it's me," he greeted with a smile, "I'm the one from Han Yi's family, just call me Xia Yang."
There was silence on the phone for a moment, and then Aaron shouted in surprise: "Wow! I didn't expect Han to be married. I've never heard him mention it. Oh, Xia Yang, what do you want from me?"
Xia Yang held the phone between his neck and took the tablet with both hands. The screen lit up, showing some of the information he had just found.
"Aaron, I heard that you are of Chinese descent and grew up in country D. I think you may not know much about some traditional Chinese surgical mysteries. I would like to take two minutes to educate you about it." He said seriously and seriously. .
Aaron also showed great interest: "Surgical metaphysics? It seems so profound. Please tell me, please tell me."
Xia Yang cleared her throat and read aloud the text on the tablet: "First of all, surgeons are not allowed to wear red clothes, red socks and red socks into the operating room. In medical metaphysics, red is the color of death, which is not conducive to surgery. success."
Aaron: "Oh."
"Secondly, according to an article published in the British Medical Journal - when the attending physician performs surgery on the same day, the mortality rate of patients is significantly higher than at other times."
Aaron: "Oh."
"Finally, please arrange my husband's surgery in the morning. A study on anesthesia safety by Duke University in the United States shows that anesthesia is safer for surgeries at 9 a.m., while the risk increases between 3 and 4 p.m."
Aaron: "Oh oh oh oh."
"No more." Xia Yang finished reading everything and put down the tablet in his hand.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Aaron chuckled softly: "Don't worry, Xia, the day of the surgery is not my birthday, and I will also specifically ask others not to wear red clothes, red socks and red socks. In terms of time, you You can rest assured that our entire team will protect your husband from a foolproof perspective."
"Thank you, thank you!" Xia Yang raised his head and let out a long breath, "I wish you and the team all the best!"
…
Forty minutes later, Han Yi finished washing, dried his hair, and walked out of the bathroom door.
Xia Yang didn't know where he went. After using his mobile phone, he put it on the small coffee table outside the bathroom door.
Han Yi leaned over and touched the phone, opened the call history and took a look. After hesitating for a long time, he sent a message to Aaron.
[Han Yi]: What did that boy say to you just now
After waiting for a short time, the other party replied.
[Aaron]: [Qiya] said some very interesting things. Han, you have such a cute little wife, but you never mentioned it.
[Aaron]: Not only is he cute, he also loves you very much and cares about you very much. Han, you are really a very happy man.
Han Yi lowered his eyelashes and read the few lines of small words several times. He was still thinking about how to respond when a new message popped up in the dialog box.
It's a long link sent by Aaron.
[Aaron]: Han, please help me transfer this document to your wife. He just asked me to help find some reliable and professional non-Baidu version information, saying that he wanted to study in advance.
Han Yi was stunned and clicked on the link with doubts.
As soon as the page jumps, a line of headlines comes into view—
"How to clean and care for the body of men after surgery - for details, see **Scrubbing Bath (Illustrations and Specific Operation Steps)"
The author has something to say:
Xia Yang: How many steps does it take for me, Kangkang, to give Mr. Han a vaginal scrub
Han Yi: Ugly rejection!
"A study on anesthesia safety by Duke University in the United States shows that surgical anesthesia is safer at 9 a.m., and the risk increases between 3 and 4 p.m." Quoted from "Auspicious Days for Surgery—Incomplete Archives of Metaphysics";
"Secondly, according to an article published in the "British Medical Journal" - when the attending doctor performs surgery on the same day, the patient's mortality rate is significantly higher than at other times." Quoted from the Internet;