So after Di Jingxuan got sick again, no matter where it happened, she made him lie down immediately, took the medicine, and then didn't let him move until the medicine fully took effect, and then let him get up an hour later.
only…
Xie Qingyan glanced at the bottle in Bai Zheng's hand, there were originally six pills in it, but now there are only five pills left.
If you are lucky, these five can last for two years, if you are not lucky, you can only last for a few months.
Seeing Di Jingxuan's pale face, and his frown that was still faintly frowned while trying to relax, Xie Qingyan knew that his ventricular fibrillation had not stopped.
Xie Qingyan, who was so distressed, wiped off the sweat on Di Jingxuan's face with a soft towel and asked, "Is it uncomfortable?"
"It's not uncomfortable anymore, it's just a little tired, and it will be fine after a while."
Xie Qingyan stroked his clenched hand, didn't speak any more, just quietly stayed by his side.
She doesn't know how uncomfortable the ventricular fibrillation is. She only knows that every time he gets sick, it takes a long time to get over even after taking medicine.
This person who was wounded by a gunshot wound and could still take a bullet without saying a word or changing his face, every time he had an attack, his face would turn pale and pale in pain.
Xie Qingyan didn't dare to take a breath, let alone show her sadness. He just sat on the ground and quietly accompanied Di Jingxuan.
The heat from the floor heating slowly rose, making Di Jingxuan's back feel warm.
It was clearly spring, and it was covered with a thick blanket, but Di Jingxuan's hands were cold, and every now and then he could see his face change and let out a low moan.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the situation completely improved, and Di Jingxuan's face gradually turned rosy, and his hands began to return to warmth.
Xie Qingyan didn't dare to touch his pulse until she saw Di Jingxuan's complexion improved.
Every time he had an attack, because the ventricular fibrillation was severe, the heart could not supply blood, and Di Jingxuan had no pulse several times. Even if he had a pulse, he only had a maximum of 30 pulses a minute during the attack. And she couldn't even imagine the pain caused by not shaking.
At this moment, after his complexion improved obviously, he could beat 50 times a minute.
"sorry… "
Feeling the steady pulse, Xie Qingyan's eyes became wet, and the tears fell uncontrollably.
Di Jingxuan looked at his wife who was so sad that she couldn't make a sound, and felt very sad.
Holding his wife's hand tightly, he comforted: "Wife, don't cry, I feel sad when you cry."
Sure enough, Xie Qingyan blinked her eyes a few times after saying a word, and quickly suppressed her tears.
Di Jingxuan said distressedly: "No one knows that the miracle doctor will pass away suddenly. However, she should not be the only one who can cure me in this world. Wife, your husband, I am very lucky to be able to marry such a good wife as you. I will surely live a long life."
Looking at Xie Qingyan who blamed herself so much, Di Jingxuan felt very sad.
At the beginning, when Saka said that his illness could be cured, Xie Qingyan was too scared when she heard about the operation process, so she preferred conservative treatment.
Because in order to completely cure his disease, he had to take out the whole heart, use an extracorporeal circulation device to maintain his vital signs, and then perform surgery on the deformed area at the bottom of the heart. Even Saka told them that the success rate was 80%.
And taking medicine, although there will still be attacks, and as the age increases, the frequency of attacks will become more and more frequent, but as long as there are pills to continue life, this disease is like asthma. Although it cannot be cured, it can keep life forever.
(end of this chapter)