C32 Terminal Disease

Ling Yan was surprised by Fang Hui's sudden change in mood. He thought to himself, "It's said that a woman's temperament is ever-changing, but isn't this girl changing too fast?" Ling Yan saw that Fang Hui did not seem to be overjoyed or sad. He could not suppress his tears of sorrow. It was as if he had suddenly recalled the miserable events of the past. Could it be that she had had a child in the past and the child died?

Ling Yan was making wild guesses. A girl's mind was the hardest to figure out. Ling Yan was nodding his head in approval. After all, there was a girl crying in front of him. As long as her heart wasn't stone-cold, no one would be able to adapt to it.

Ling Yan did not have much contact with Fang Hui, so he did not know much about the people she knew, nor could he speculate about the reason for her sadness. Ling Yan did not ask to interrupt Fang Hui's crying, as he knew that the best way to comfort her was to let her vent her feelings to her heart's content.

Since he was idle, Ling Yan used his Divine Sense to scan Fang Hui's body. He immediately knew why Fang Hui was grieving. Don't look at how Fang Hui looked so beautiful and lively on the outside, he did not have long to live!

A few major vessels near the "Shen-feng" point on the side of her heart had already been severely deformed and twisted, connecting the liver, because the inner channel was blocked for the most part, and only a small fraction of the blood from the heart reached the liver, causing a large amount of white to appear in the pink liver due to insufficient blood supply. As a result of the sudden decrease in the number of platelets, the liver's resistance to germs had also dropped to its lowest point, resulting in several brown, two-centimeter-wide, fleshy objects attached to the inner walls of the liver, which modern medicine called "tumors." Fang, "had a serious heart disease," he said, but was also a poor person with a fatal liver cancer.

Although modern medicine was developed, it was not to the point of omnipotence. There was a 90% chance that either of the two symptoms in Fang Hui's body could be cured with his current level of medicine: his heart disease could be treated with a segment of the blood vessel replaced with a stainless steel tube; and his liver cancer doctor was most adept (of course, if the tumor did not spread). It was a pity that there were two illnesses living in Fang Hui's body at the same time. Any one of them would affect the other. Doctors who had seen the illness were helpless and could not help but sigh about how young they were.

Feeling Xiaobao's good behavior, Fang Hui wanted to cry a little longer, but seeing Ling Yan's shining eyes on him, he could not continue to cry no matter how bitter his heart was. With a red face, he whispered, "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself for a while. I'm sorry."

When he was alone, he would always cry silently while biting his blanket. Fang Hui did not want others to know about his condition, so what if his family and friends knew? Other than shaking his head and sighing, the help he could give him was limited.

Two years ago, after he found out about his illness, Fang Hui gradually broke off all connections between him and his family. He did not have much time left in this world, rather than making his family worry about his sadness, it was better to let them hope that he would one day appear before them.

With the hope to live past one day, Fang Hui used the method of mortgage payments to buy his own house and then obediently went to work. Most of the monthly salary he paid was paid in pharmacy, while most of the remaining daily expenses he spent could still be saved a hundred and eighty yuan.

Fang Hui was a beautiful and slender man, and naturally, there were many people who pursued him in the company. Fang Hui knew his own business, and he was unable to implicate Fang Hui, but even if he was touched, he still politely declined. In the company, there were heavy work to do, but he never complained, and in the remaining days, Fang Hui treasured the relationship between people even more, even though there was jealousy and dissatisfaction in the relationship. You don't have to be too sad. "

Fang Hui raised his head and looked at Ling Yan. These words seemed to comfort her but also seemed to encourage her, as if he knew the reason for his sadness. Fang Hui could not figure out the meaning behind these words. Then he turned to Little Treasure and smiled. "Baby, big sister bought some clothes for you and has some food. How about this big sister? Come, give big sister a kiss."

Although Xiaobao did not know what Fang Hui was talking about, the Spirit Origin that had a strong spiritual force could clearly feel Fang Hui's thoughts. It kissed Fang Hui's face heavily with a "Ba Ji" sound.

Fang Hui chuckled and put Xiaobao on the sofa. Then he poured all the items in the big and small bags onto the other sofa. His actions were light and straightforward, as if she was not the one crying.

"Perhaps I've already gotten used to it. With the illness that afflicts me, I will always become stronger!" Ling Yan secretly felt sorry for her. Ling Yan was confident in being able to get rid of the fleshy body part of Fang Hui without harming Fang Hui's body, but there was nothing he could do about the shriveled blood vessel part of his heart.

Apart from this condition, there was another method: Ling Yan's bracelet of holding contained a porcelain bottle of Ling Dan. Unfortunately, this Ling Dan was a "Spirit Condensation Pill" used specifically by cultivators to heal wounds, and not a "Good Fortune Pill" used to invigorate the muscles and blood. It could not only replenish the spirit energy in the body of a cultivator, but also help to soothe the atmosphere and restore the mind. However, to ordinary people, it was a true poison; once the spirit pill enters the body, the tyrannical spirit energy would rush around everywhere in the body. Not only would it not help the cultivator in the slightest, it would instead cause his internal organs to collapse and he would die. Ling Yan did not know that if he could get rid of the tumor, Fang Hui would be saved.

Fang Hui took a few jars of varying sizes, scrubbed and pried at them for a while, then poured warm water into a round translucent jar and scooped up a few spoonfuls of flour. He shook it in his hand and handed it to Xiaobao. "Your baby is hungry, right? Here, this is the pacifier. Bite it and suck it. Be good and finish it. "

Ling Yan snickered. Little Treasure was born with a spiritual body, so how could he be interested in these normal people's food? This girl was destined to be busy for nothing. After which, Ling Yan's eyes widened as he saw Little Treasure's hands holding the bottle of milk and making "chi chi" sounds. In just a few moments, half of the contents of the bottle had been drained. Little Treasure was still laughing and crawling back and forth on the sofa, looking very excited. Ling Yan couldn't understand why Xiaobao was so interested in ordinary food. Could it be that it was so tasty? Looking at Fang Hui's reproachful gaze, he could only smile bitterly in his heart.

Fang Hui grabbed Little Treasure and picked out a few small pieces of clothing from the pile. He then put them on in a flurry, causing Little Treasure to squirm as if he was not feeling well, but when he heard his brother's voice in his mind, he did not move, allowing Fang Hui to do as he wanted. Ling Yan had told people that they needed to wear clothes, and his brother and sister were all wearing clothes, so how could you not wear them?

The bottle in his mouth swayed left and right as he ran. Fang Hui chuckled as he looked at it, his laughter filled with pride and satisfaction, but there was also a tinge of regret. He did not have much money left over, and other than the canister of milk powder that he had bought in the supermarket, the other two brothers' clothes were all for sale. Even so, most of the five red tickets had gone.

When he turned around and saw Ling Yan looking at him with a smile on his face, he smiled back. He didn't know why he had such a good impression of these two brothers. They hadn't known each other for long, but he had always felt close to them. Fang Hui then picked up the clothes and showed Ling Yan how to wear them, how to button them, and how to use the zipper. When he was done, he took Ling Yan to the bathroom and patiently taught him how to use the taps, the bathtub, the soap, the shampoo, and so on.

While Fang Hui was preparing his meal, Ling Yan came out of the bathroom as well. He was dressed in coarse clothes, and although he was not disheveled, he was dressed casually, with Xiaobao wrapped in his shirt and a white underwear hanging from his neck. Although he was dressed in a simple and convenient way, it did not look like a famous brand, but it made him look like he had changed his face: a light gray jeans with buttons, giving him a spirited and spirited look, and after washing his hair, his hair floated to the back of his head.

Fang Hui's eyes lit up as he laughed, "How do you feel? Does it still fit? " Little Treasure also held his bottle of milk and raised his head. Her mouth was wide open as she stared at Ling Yan in a daze, as if she didn't know who he was.

It had to be said that Fang Hui's eyes were indeed bright. However, when he was about to leave, he took a glance at Ling Yan, and the clothes he brought back were almost the same. Ling Yan was also deeply moved by the scene in front of the bathroom mirror. A piece of fabric could be made into such a beautiful style of clothing, and the fine needlework was so dense and uniform that even his father's craftsmanship couldn't compare to this! Modern tailors are really skilled, ah!

Hearing Fang Hui's question, he grinned and said, "It feels good, wearing it is simple and light. "Miss …" Fang Hui smiled as he interrupted her. "My name is Fang Hui, stop calling me lady. It's so unpleasant to hear it."

Ling Yan laughed. "Fang Hui, it's a good thing you took us brothers in this modern world, otherwise, I really wouldn't know where to take Xiaobao. Thank you."

Ling Tian spoke sincerely. He was really grateful to Fang Hui from the bottom of his heart. It was rare for Fang Hui to be able to do all this for them as if they were family. Ling Yan's original intention when he first arrived was to find out the year he was in and then go to some forest deep in the mountains. He would use his Spiritual Sense to search for his juniors.

They were cultivators, and their bodies were constantly emitting fluctuations of spiritual energy. It shouldn't be difficult to find them. Now that he had met Fang Hui, it would be difficult for him to just leave. Fang Hui was also sick, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he was very ill. It could be said that he was hopeless, but in Ling Yan's eyes, there was still a glimmer of hope.