His nimble movements seemed to worry that Tan Bengbeng would be unhappy if his reaction was slow.
Looking at Tang Yuansi who regained consciousness, the corner of his mouth curled up.
"It's just right when you wake up. You know the current situation. Your physical condition, you can either believe me and take a gamble, or you can be transferred to the intensive care unit. You can linger on for a while. Think about it yourself, and then answer me."
"No, don't think about it... I'm willing to try..." Tang Yuansi clenched Shangxin's hand, and it was extremely difficult to say a word.
For him, every minute and every second now is snatched from death.
Even he himself didn't know if he would close his eyes next time and never be able to open them again.
But he still has a lot of things he wants to do...
He wants to watch the birth of the child he keeps up with.
Want to give her a grand wedding.
When the child grows up, grow old with her...
Even if he was only 10% sure, he wanted to take a gamble. It was better than being unable to take care of her like now, and making her worry about him every day.
Tang Yuansi raised his hand and gently stroked Shangxin's eyebrows.
Wipe away the tears from her eyes.
The voice was hoarse, "Trust me... for you and the baby... I will definitely live..."
"I believe it! I believe it! I believe everything you say! Brother Xiaosi, I don't want anything, I just want you to live well!" Shangxin nodded his head, and shook his hand vigorously.
She didn't cry, the tears couldn't stop falling.
This scene moved everyone in the ward.
Tan Bengbeng couldn't help standing up from the wheelchair, walked behind Qi Yan, reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked in a low voice.
"Is there no other way? Like a milder treatment."
"..."
Qi Yan looked back at her, frowning, "Why are you standing up? Sit down first and then talk to me. Standing like this makes me flustered and I can't think properly."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
What they're talking about now is Tang Yuansi's illness, but it's not her who is sick. Why is he flustered when she is standing
Tan Bengbeng discovered for the first time that he had the potential to swear.
Qi Yan has successfully developed a new skill of hers.
But in order to make him normal, Tan Bengbeng pulled the wheelchair behind him, sat down, and asked the question again.
Didn't he say before that there is more than one way
Qi Yan Meifeng raised his eyebrows, "There are other ways, but the symptoms are not the root cause. In the end, we still need to use this medicine. In fact, it's not impossible to let me test the side effects of the medicine before giving him an injection. I'm just worried that after waiting I solved the problem of side effects, and his body has developed a new resistance to the drug, and even this drug is useless."
By that time, they will not be able to gamble even if they want to.
In other words, the 70% certainty is already the best result they can achieve.
"If something goes wrong, can you..."
Tan Bengbeng wanted to say something, but Qi Yan had already covered her mouth with his hand.
A chilly reminder.
"Don't let me hear that you care about other men. I feel bad. He might really be dying."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
Before Tan Bengbeng could say anything more, Qi Yan made sure that Tang Yuansi had thought through the consequences, rolled up his sleeves, and injected all the medicine in the needle into his body.