邪门 的 爱情 出现 了

Xu Jiale originally thought that he had been tossing all night, no matter what he ate, it should be almost the same.

But I didn't expect it to be completely different.

The next morning, he was a little better, and he wanted to eat some light porridge and side dishes to slow down, but he vomited again after eating a little.

Not anymore.

When Xu Jiale took a taxi to the hospital, his mind was full of this idea——

He wasn't just physically overwhelmed.

What is more terrible than vomiting and diarrhea is——

Once the thought of regretting the breakup began to float in his mind, he could no longer hide his thoughts about Xiao Yu, thinking about it every minute and every second, so much that he couldn't stand it.

He couldn't take it anymore.

When I think about it like this, I really don't know whether it is despair or relief.

When Xu Jiale arrived at the hospital, he was quickly diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis.

The doctor scolded him while prescribing him a bill.

Obviously, in fact, he should have gone to the emergency department in the situation last night. Of course, it was more serious after such a day, and the result was that he had to take a drip for three days in a row.

It was already afternoon when Xu Jiale hung up the water alone in the hospital. In fact, he didn't know how many years he hadn't had an injection. After pulling out the needle, he looked at the adhesive tape on the back of his hand and couldn't help being slightly dazed.

Wanting to Fu Xiaoyu curled up on the hospital bed with his back facing him, only exposing one hand outside the quilt——

Under the thin skin, there are faint blue blood vessels.

It was a hand that one wanted to hold extremely.

Xu Jiale lightly touched the back of his hand with his fingers, and for a moment, it was ridiculous to feel that he was touching Fu Xiaoyu's hand just after the injection.

Xu Jiale took a long breath, put on his windbreaker and walked to another building of the hospital.

The hospital in the North District is the one Murong Jingya ordered to undergo surgery.

Although the operation is scheduled for tomorrow morning, Murong Jingya has already completed the hospitalization procedures today, after all, she needs to do some small checkups in advance.

Just now Xu Lang called Xu Jiale to explain the situation, but on the phone Xu Jiale didn't mention that he was getting an injection next door, he just said that he had come back from Vietnam and would come and take a look later.

Of course Murong Jingya lived in the top single room.

When Xu Jiale passed by, several of Murong's close subordinates had just come to visit, and happened to bump into him in the corridor.

"Mr. Xu, you're here too." Murong Jingya's Secretary Liu said to him very politely: "Mr. Xu is staying with you at the moment, it's inconvenient for us to disturb you, so we're leaving first. I'll come back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Mr. Murong."

"Okay, hard work."

Xu Jiale also nodded in greeting before continuing to walk in.

His pace was very slow, and he even seemed a little hesitant as he walked towards the back, and when he finally reached the door of Murong's ward, he suddenly found that the door of the ward was blown open a big gap.

Standing outside and looking in, the scene in the ward was cut into some weird long strips.

He couldn't see Murong Jingya's face, only Murong Jingya's hand resting on the bed, and Xu Lang's narrow back.

"Xu Lang, I just had a last chat with Dr. Xing."

Because of the distance, Murong Jingya's voice was a little fuzzy, Xu Jiale had no choice but to take another step forward.

"What did you say?"

"Dr. Xing said that the operation itself is a minor operation, so there is no need to think about it. And judging from the film, the small nodule is basically not considered. As for the large one to be removed, he also believes that nine out of ten are benign. "

"Several other experts also think so." Xu Lang took an orange from the bedside table, peeled it and said, "So, we don't have to worry too much."

"Well, I'm not worried." Murong Jing paused, and then said: "But it's still possible—you know what I mean, I also have a certain possibility of cancer. My dad...he died of lung cancer, you know of."

His voice has always been very deep, and at first glance it actually sounds like an alpha, even when he said such words, his tone was so calm that there were almost no fluctuations.

Xu Lang didn't speak right away, because it was too quiet, the sound of the wind passing through the hall and the rustling of peeling oranges became extremely clear.

Across the crack of the door, Murong Jingya's hand resting on the bed was raised silently, paused in the air for a few seconds, and then tightly grasped Xu Lang's hand that was peeling oranges.

Xu Jiale stood outside the door, stunned.

His perspective is limited, and the sense of prying eyes becomes stronger because of it.

For so many years, he always seemed to be deliberately avoiding the scene where Murong Jingya and Xu Lang were together, and because of this, he felt strange and nervous at this moment.

Xu Lang put down the orange, and then grabbed Murong Jingya's hand with his backhand.

After a while, he said softly, "Jingya, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Murong Jingya immediately said with a firm tone.

"No matter what the result is, I will be with you."

Xu Lang's answer was a bit wrong.

Even though Murong Jingya's tone was so tough, his response was still slow and a little gentle: "Do you want to eat oranges?"

"... just eat a little." Murong Jingya said in a low voice.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the corridor, and the door of the ward was blown in with a "squeak".

Xu Jiale's reaction was not slow, he immediately pretended to push the door just now, and walked in in two steps.

"Lele is here." Xu Lang pushed down his glasses when he turned his head, with a smile on his face.

"Why didn't you knock on the door when you came?" Murong Jingya put her hands under the quilt as if nothing had happened, and raised her head in displeasure.

"The door is not closed."

Xu Jiale pulled a chair over from one side, sat next to Xu Lang, a little far away from Murong Jingya, and said in a hoarse voice, "Surgery tomorrow morning?"

"Yes." Xu Lang looked at Xu Jiale with a trace of worry that he couldn't hide: "Lele, are you sick? What's wrong?"

Obviously, Xu Jiale's condition was so obvious that he had to worry about it.

At the same time that Xu Lang spoke, Murong Jingya, who was leaning on the bedside, had already sized up Xu Jiale with her narrow red phoenix eyes, until she saw the tape on the back of Xu Jiale's hand, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Stomach is inflamed, and I'm on a drip."

"That's not what I asked."

The sullen look in Murong Jingya's eyes became more and more intense: "Bearded all day long, he suddenly ran to Vietnam in the middle of the night, and now he made himself into such a ghost when he came back? Xu Jiale, what's the matter with you? How old are you? Now, you can’t take care of yourself if you split your hands, can you?”

When this omega got angry, the mouth and the corners of the eyes were drooping, and there was a kind of majesty in the anger.

"Hey……"

Xu Lang gave Xu Jiale a hand first, and then said to Murong Jingya in a low voice: "Don't be like this, the child is in a bad mood, and he's sick again... It's okay."

"Didn't you make yourself sick when you were sick?"

Murong Jingya was still angry at first, but she forced herself to suppress Xu Lang.

He was really angry, turned his back directly, and said coldly: "Xu Jiale, if you are really so worthless—anyway, you can't live without that omega, then think about it." What's the solution? So much money in the family is for you to have more choices in your life, not for you to seek death if something happens to you."

The corner of Xu Jiale's mouth twitched, but he didn't even open his mouth to refute.

Perhaps at any time, he would ridicule Murong Jingya who only had "money" in her mind, as if money could solve all problems.

But at that moment, Murong Jingya's cold words didn't feel so sharp——

He didn't know if he was too weak when he was ill, but he did vaguely hear the meaning of Murong Jingya's words.

Although it is disgusting and hates iron and steel, but... it seems to be concerned and helpless.

"Lele."

Xu Lang winked at him: "Let's go?"

Xu Jiale was silent, and followed Xu Lang to the outside of the ward, and after walking a few steps, he said softly: "Go outside, Jin Chu is about to bring the child, he wants to meet some old friends in China tonight, let me take Nan Yi. "

"Aren't you sick? Go back tonight and have a good rest. I'll take the child with you."

Xu Lang poured Xu Jiale a cup of warm water in the tea room, and then walked out to the parking lot with Xu Jiale holding the paper cup.

"No, I'm better."

Xu Jiale shook his head, the two of them waited for seven or eight minutes, and Jin Chu had already walked over leading Nan Yi.

"Daddy!" Nan Yi jumped into Xu Jiale's arms as soon as he got off the car: "I heard you went to Vietnam! Vietnam is so fun! Did you bring me something delicious!"

Jin Chu looked Xu Jiale up and down: "Jiale, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's just that I didn't feel well in my stomach yesterday." Xu Jiale hugged his little baby tightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Go and do your work."

"Then..." Jin Chu hesitated for a moment, then looked at Xu Jiale and whispered, "Then I'll go inside to see Uncle Murong before leaving."

"It's all right." Xu Lang said on the sidelines: "He probably needs to sleep for a while, and you won't be able to talk at this time, just come and see tomorrow."

"Oh. That's fine." Jin Chu obviously breathed a sigh of relief: "Then Uncle Xu, I'll go first and come back tomorrow."

After Jin Chu left, Xu Lang also bent down and hugged Nan Yi, and kissed him twice.

Holding the cup of warm water, Xu Jiale took a sip, only to feel that his throat was extremely dry, so he took another sip, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and said softly, "Xu Lang...Dad."

When he said "Dad", he couldn't help trembling slightly at the end of his voice.

He hasn't called Xu Lang "Dad" for a long time.

"I know, Lele." Xu Lang took Nan Yi's hand, patted Xu Jiale's back with the other hand, and said in a low voice, "It's not about the money, I understand. Let's go sit in the park next door chat."