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The surgery date is approaching day by day, and Aaron's team has arrived in City A.
Xia Yang found that in recent days, Han Yi seemed to be more taciturn than before. He hardly came out except for the bedroom and study, as if he had something on his mind.
Preoperative phobia, he guessed.
No matter how powerful the boss is on the operating table, he always says "I'm a knife, I'm a fish." If you say you're not afraid, that's just bragging.
So he felt it was necessary to send some warmth and some pre-operative care. If the "fish boss" is afraid, he can generously open his arms - my chest muscles are for you to rely on...
The next morning, he got up from his bed just after 6 o'clock, washed briefly, then went downstairs and plunged into the kitchen.
The cook who just started preparing breakfast: "?"
What do you mean, the wealthy lady washes her hands and makes soup herself, does this mean she is going to throw away his job
"Xia, Mr. Xia, if I don't do well enough, tell me, I can change it."
Let's have fun, let's make trouble, don't make fun of your job.
Xia Yang was stunned. After she came to her senses, she patted the humble worker and reassured him: "Don't be nervous. There's nothing wrong with you. It's my hard work and I want to cook a big meal for my husband."
"Oh oh oh oh." The cook put his heart back into his stomach after hearing what he said.
My job is secure and my rainbow farts are blowing more powerfully.
"Shao Xia is really a virtuous and kind person, with a clever mind, a romantic and delicate mind, and a handsome and intelligent person. What kind of feast are you planning to give me to Mr. Xia?"
Xia Yang: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Cook: "..."
It seems like this rainbow fart was a little too forceful.
"How about making a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup?" The chef chose the least technical suggestion and the one that best ensured the integrity of the people in the kitchen. "Laver reminds people of purple energy coming from the east, which is auspicious!" "
"Well, but egg soup..." Xia Yang rubbed her chin, feeling entangled, "Egg soup also reminds people of chickens flying and eggs flying, which is a bad omen."
"..." The cook was instantly silenced.
After a multi-layered and focused selection process, Xia Yang finally selected a dish called "Smooth Sailing".
Let’s not mention whether it tastes good or not. The name is pleasing and auspicious.
Cheer up the person who is about to go to the operating table.
The cook helped him prepare the ingredients he needed one by one, and then gave up half of the kitchen. This dish was neither difficult nor simple. Xia Yang did not consider himself a novice in the kitchen, but it still took him nearly an hour. It took half an hour to make.
"Brother Li, Brother Li," he called the cook with the freshly cooked "Smooth Sailing", "look, does the dish I made look like a sailboat sailing towards the sea of stars?"
The main ingredients of this dish are okra and prawns. The okra is pointed and looks like a small boat. The prawns are minced into puree, mixed with seasonings and stuffed into the okra cut in half. , steamed.
Then wash and slice the scallions, pierce them with toothpicks, and insert them into the shrimp meat to create a sail-like effect.
The cook surrounded the dish and looked at it several times: "...it's quite cute."
This is a judgment with high emotional intelligence, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.
After looking at it for a while, he added a few words on the basis of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages: "According to my experience, this is smooth sailing. The white color of green onions should be used for the 'sail'. How did Mr. Xia think of using onions?"
The "sail" made of onions looks a little weird.
It feels a bit like seeing a sword or a spear.
"I changed it on purpose," Xia Yang explained confidently, "I have read the men's health manual before. Eating onions can help protect the prostate."
"Former..." The cook choked and was stunned for a while, suddenly feeling superficial.
It turns out that people do all this to protect their lover’s prostate and for the sake of a harmonious and happy marriage.
How wise, how warm, how forward-looking!
Thinking like this, he gave a thumbs up with great reverence and sincerely praised: "My vision is not broad enough, Mr. Xia is the one who sees the overall situation!"
"Thank you, thank you." Xia Yang grinned with a grin.
After setting the plate and pouring two spoonfuls of the fragrant sauce, Han Yi came down from upstairs just as everything was finished.
As soon as someone enters the restaurant -
"Morning, Mr. Han, Kangkang, what good things have I made for you!" Xia Yang was enthusiastic and made a "please" gesture.
There is only this one dish on the huge dining table for the time being, and the others have not been served yet.
Han Yi's eyes stayed on the dining table for a few seconds, then he raised his eyes: "What is this."
"What does this shape look like to you? It's pointed at both ends and bulging in the middle. There's a flag on top." Xia Yang guided actively and was almost ready to tell the answer.
Han Yi looked at it for two seconds: "Back-stabbing crocodile?"
Xia Yang: "..."
The emotions that had been brewing collapsed in an instant, so much that not even the dregs were left.
Even if it doesn't look like "smooth sailing", what the hell is a "back-stabbing crocodile"!
The crocodile offends everyone.
"Dear..." He pinched his eyebrows, steadied his breathing, and whispered its name, "This dish is called Smooth Sailing."
Han Yi: "."
"Dear, you are a watercraft person. Is it difficult to see that this is a sailing boat?" He thought it was incredible.
Han Yi: "...it's very difficult."
Precisely because we were using water vehicles, it was difficult to see.
But he didn't say this. His dark eyes were half-covered with eyelashes. After a while, he raised his head again and looked at the young man in front of him.
"Why are you cooking this for me?"
Xia Yang's deer-like eyes showed a bit of intelligence: "Because you will go to the front line tomorrow, and you have to have a big meal before leaving."
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "So this is a life-long meal."
Xia Yang burst out laughing. It's okay, and he can still make fun of himself, which means that the pre-operative phobia is not as serious as he thought.
But it's a joke, it's better not to take it too far.
"What are you talking about? Hurry up, bah bah bah," he grabbed Han Yi's hand, stretched it flat, and slapped it twice on the table.
The other person's palms turned red.
Then he pushed the dinner plate in front of him, grinning, and said confidently: "After eating my "smooth sailing", I guarantee that you will be the happiest kid in the whole world."
Han Yi pinched his eyebrows to calm down. Before he could speak, a spoonful of fragrant okra and shrimp paste was fed to his mouth. Xia Yang's little face was hidden behind the white gas coming out of the dishes, separated by a layer of haziness. , those eyes are more moist and beautiful.
"Okra and shrimp paste are fresh and delicious. You should also eat some onions. They will help protect the male front...the pious soul and the source of happiness."
Han Yi didn't get the alternative word for turning the eighteen bends on the mountain road, and his attention was not there at all.
The tip of the tongue is wrapped in the soft and glutinous shrimp meat, the fragrance flows into the mouth, and the juice stimulates the taste buds, turning it into a taste memory engraved in the body.
It has nothing to do with whether it tastes delicious or not...
"How about it, do you think I can compete with our professional chefs?"
The young man's floating voice reached his ears, pulling his thoughts back. Raising his eyes to meet Xia Yang's bright eyes, he responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Xia Yang felt quite happy when she received the affirmation. She picked up a piece of "Smooth Sailing" with her chopsticks and threw it into her mouth.
After tasting it: "Hey, the sauce is a bit sweet, it seems like too much sugar was added."
Han Yi didn't speak, still looking at him.
"But whether it's sweet or not, it means that after you survive this operation, the days to come will be sweet. Every hardship is the seed of greater blessings. Don't you think so?"
Han Yi still didn't respond, and kept staring at his face. Some kind of undetectable emotion flashed in his eyes, and was covered by his long eyelashes.
The silence in the air lasted for more than a minute.
"Xia Yang." His thin lips finally moved.
The young man's bright deer eyes blinked: "I'm here~"
In my impression, I have never heard the plastic boss call his name like this.
"If this time..." Han Yi suddenly paused after saying a few words. His Adam's apple rolled up and his eyelashes drooped. After a while, he continued again, "... If this operation fails, you can end my relationship with me early." Your contractual relationship.”
"What? End it early?" Xia Yang was startled and opened her eyes slightly, "You mean I can choose to divorce early?"
"Um."
Xia Yang: "..."
"Are you okay?" He leaned forward, "Would you like to buy you some plums?"
Han Yi: "..."
He didn't answer Liu Mei's words, nor did he look at Xia Yang. He glanced at the corner of the table with his dark eyes, pursed his lips and said, "You can terminate the agreement early, and I will pay you the compensation in full..."
"You have a beautiful idea!" Xia Yang interrupted him without mercy this time, "I've been drinking six walnuts every day recently, it's not that easy to trick me!"
Han Yi: "?"
"The difference between a divorce in four months and a divorce in three years is not even a fraction of a cent in compensation! I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible!"
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "The six walnuts you drank may not be genuine."
"And don't worry about whether it's genuine or not, I won't agree to it anyway," Xia Yang rolled his eyes and returned to the unfinished topic, "Don't worry, we will definitely divorce if we get married, but not now. Now you just have to You need to clear away distracting thoughts and go to the operating table with a calm mind."
Han Yi wanted to say something else, but Xia Yang hurriedly put her index finger in front of his lips before he could speak.
"Okay, don't say anything anymore, just work hard and recharge your batteries to go to the front line!"
Han Yi felt the warmth on his lips, and his fingers on the table trembled slightly.
…
At 7 o'clock in the morning on Tuesday, a well-known hospital in City A.
The operation started 2 hours later, and the international expert team was making preoperative preparations. Tang Siming and Liang Yue rushed over early in the morning and brought an orange banner made from unknown sources.
"Come on, come on, hang up, hang up, the healing system is popular now."
Han Yi and Xia Yang looked at the "Healing System" at the same time. They thought it was a very middle-class thing.
There are a few bold characters printed on the velvet cloth - [We work together, we stand together through thick and thin, Han Yi, the overlord, regains his glory! !]
Xia Yang: "..."
Han Yi: "..."
The two of them hung up the banner a little clumsily and turned to Mr. Xiongfeng with a smile.
Liang Yue deliberately changed his tone of voice: "Brother Yi, we want to tell you that you are not alone."
“…”
It sounds a bit like swearing.
Tang Siming glanced at Han Yi's sinking expression and quickly made up for his teammates: "What we mean is that Brother Yi not only has a wife, but also good brothers. We are all men standing behind you."
"Yes, that's right," Liang Yue took back the right to speak, "Brother Yi will go in for the operation and my sister-in-law will ask us to take care of you."
"No need, he's very independent." Han Yi didn't seem to appreciate the kindness, and his voice was deep.
When Xia Yang looked over, he looked away and changed the topic, "You all remember to keep your mouths shut. Don't disturb grandma about the surgery."
"Don't worry," Liang Yue took out her phone and clicked on a photo to show him, "Yesterday I specially posted a photo of you and your sister-in-law on their honeymoon just in case. Look! You guys are riding hippos on the banks of the Nile. What a sweet smile~”
Han Yi: "..."
Xia Yang: "..."
Hippo riding on the Nile River. I'm afraid this is not a honeymoon, but a tribulation.
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and the nurse opened the door and came in, beckoning Xiayang to follow her to the next room.
Family members need to understand the risks of surgery in advance and sign the family consent form. This is a routine process.
Xia Yang followed her in. The doctor was already waiting inside.
"Mr. Xia, we will discuss the risks of this operation with you in detail later. Before that, there is another situation that needs to be explained to you. Although Mr. Han does not want you to know, as a family member, you should have the right to know. .”
"Okay, please tell me." Xia Yang pulled up a chair and sat down.
The doctor pushed up his glasses and continued: "The success rate of Mr. Han's operation is 30%. We had the last pre-operative communication with him last night, and he mentioned a possibility. In case the operation fails, he hopes that we... "The doctor paused, lowered his eyes and sighed softly, his solemn expression caught in Xia Yang's eyes.
"What does he want you to do?" he asked.
"Amputate him."
"!"
The two cold and heavy words were like two stones, hitting Xia Yang's heart so hard that his brain went blank and his fingers curled up involuntarily.
"What kind of hell joke is this? He wants amputation after the operation failed? Why! Did I hear it right?"
The doctor shook his head: "This is something we didn't expect..."
Xia Yang did not sign the family consent form, got up and strode back to Han Yi's Yi ward.
At this moment, Tang Siming and Liang Yue happened to go shopping, and the man in the wheelchair was reading financial news on his tablet.
When he saw someone coming in, he just raised his eyelids, and his mentality was quite stable.
"Han Yi." Xia Yang called him with a serious face. This was the first time in such a long time that he directly called his name.
Han Yi raised his head and looked at him lightly: "What's the matter?"
"How cruel are you to treat your body like that?" Xia Yang frowned and walked towards him.
Those are two legs of flesh and blood, long, straight, and attractive. How many people want them but don’t have the gene for them!
He actually wanted to click and give up!
Han Yi's throat twitched and he looked away from his face: "Failure of this operation means that I will have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I would rather choose to use a prosthetic limb. If I can't stand up, my legs are meaningless."
Xia Yang bit her lower lip: "That would be too cruel to myself..."
"I have decided," Han Yi looked out the window with his dark eyes. At this time, the rain had started pouring down. Several birds ran to the window sill outside the ward to hide from the rain, and soon flew away with fluttering wings.
He retracted his gaze, turned his head, looked at the young man in front of him and said solemnly: "Just sign, you don't need to think about anything else."
Their eyes met, pupils reflected each other, and there was some kind of indescribable emotion in the quiet air. Xia Yang couldn't think of any reason to stop it, she just felt a little blocked in her heart, and there was an indescribable discomfort.
A strong man like Han Yi didn't want to spend his whole life in a wheelchair. He prepared for the worst and chose the most cruel and cold escape route for himself.
This road is "miserable" and there will be almost no one other than him.
That's why he tried his best to hide it from his grandma, and made it clear to his contractual partner in advance that if he wanted, he could end their contractual marriage early.
This man is still used to shouldering everything by himself and doesn't want anyone around him to get involved in his predicament. ,
Even if he is an insignificant agreement partner.
He is really a... 24K pure man with no adulteration or watering down. admire!
Xia Yang's chest seemed to spread like a wave, rising and falling heavily, beating his heart. Finally, he signed his name on the family consent form.
After signing, he put down his pen, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the man in front of him: "The family has something else they want to say to you, Mr. Han."
"you say."
Facing those two deep gazes, Xia Yang reached out and gently hugged Han Yi, ran her fingertips through his hair and rubbed it, and her warm chest was pressed against the side of his head.
"Listen, those long legs of yours that are perfect for my aesthetics are the most provoking of my sexual//sexual fetishes. Please be sure to treat them well and make sure the surgery is successful!"
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