"Don't move, let me hold you for a while, just for a while." He still had his eyes closed, murmuring softly, not knowing whether he was dreaming or awake.
Yu Wei gave up her struggle and let him hold her, listening to his strong heartbeat.
"Dong dong..."
Every blow seemed to hit her heart.
I don't know how long it took, but Yu Wei felt her body stiffen, and the sound of his shallow breathing could be heard in her ears.
The phone rang, it was Yan Tingsong's call. Yu Wei finally got out of his arms, covered him with the quilt, answered the phone and left the room.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Yan Wenzhou opened his eyes, and her scent seemed to still linger around him.
He smelled it gently and could only let the smell dissipate little by little, leaving nothing but emptiness.
There was a problem with Song Qinghe's physical indicators.
Yu Wei hurried back to the mountainside villa and gave Song Qinghe acupuncture, and her condition eased a little.
Song Qinghe's situation was repeated.
In the end, everyone discovered that her situation would be much better if Yu Wei guarded her. If Yu Wei left, her situation would take a turn for the worse.
Other medical staff all lamented the miraculous Chinese medicine. Yan Tingsong also believed that it was the tacit understanding cultivated by Yu Wei's long-term treatment for Song Qinghe.
Yu Wei didn't expect that Song Qinghe trusted her to such an extent.
So she stayed with Song Qinghe for three days at the mountainside villa, and also chatted with her for three days.
When Song Qinghe woke up, he had lost a lot of weight and looked a little scary.
Seeing Yu Wei, her cloudy eyes seemed to be alive for an instant.
Seeing that Yu Wei's face was not very good, Song Qinghe held her hand and said, "Weiwei, you have worked hard these days."
Yu Wei looked at her with a smile, "I know I worked hard, so don't be so scary next time."
Song Qinghe nodded.
Yan Tingsong stood aside and said softly: "The weather is very good today. Do you want to go outside to bask in the sun?"
Song Qinghe looked at his haggard look with distressed eyes, "It's all my fault for making you worry."
Yan Tingsong's eyes were red, "It's good if you wake up, nothing else matters."
Yu Wei took her pulse again, changed the prescription, and changed the recipe.
Finally returning to the clinic, Yu Wei slept for a full night and woke up in the evening.
She glanced at her phone. Except for the call she didn't answer, he never called her again.
Yan Wenzhou, don’t you even know how to say sorry?
Yan Xiqian called and said she wanted to talk to her about something.
Hu Tianhao had just finished chemotherapy, when the side effects were most severe, and he couldn't live without people around him.
Yu Wei went to the hospital to find her.
It had only been a few days since we last met. Hu Tianhao had lost weight again, his eyes were red, and he had obviously been crying for a long time.
Seeing Yu Wei, he cried aggrievedly again, "Auntie, Haohao feels so uncomfortable. Can you tell mom to let Haohao be discharged from the hospital?"
Yu Wei held him in her arms distressedly and coaxed him for a while. After coaxing him, Yu Wei and Yan Xiqian walked outside the ward.
"Weiwei, I actually want to ask you, can you help Haohao?" Yan Xiqian's eyes were red, "I...I heard that people can use traditional Chinese medicine to assist treatment and reduce the patient's pain."
"Sister, of course I am willing to help Haohao." Yu Wei had actually studied Hu Tianhao's case for a long time.
In his case, he could be cured by replacing the bone marrow after chemotherapy and using auxiliary treatment with traditional Chinese medicine.
It's just that Yan Xiqian didn't mention it before.
After Hu Tianhao fell ill, Yan Xiqian went to many well-known doctors at home and abroad. The treatment plans they gave were similar, but few mentioned traditional Chinese medicine.
"Weiwei, I didn't come to you before, not because I didn't trust you, but because Haohao was very resistant to taking Chinese medicine in the past, so I..."
Yu Wei's voice was gentle, "Sister, there are actually many traditional Chinese medicine treatments. I will help Hao Hao formulate a treatment plan suitable for him based on his condition. What we have to do now is to minimize the side effects of chemotherapy."
Yan Xiqian nodded, "Weiwei, what happened to you and Wenzhou? Why didn't he come to the hospital with you?"
Yu Wei's eyes paused, "He's probably busy."
Seeing that Yu Wei obviously didn't want to mention it anymore, Yan Xiqian asked with a smile: "We had a fight?"
Yu Wei was a little confused when she thought about the current situation of the two of them, "That's right."
"Is it because of Lawyer Meng?"
Yan Xiqian asked subconsciously, and then hurriedly explained, "Lawyer Meng sent Hao Hao back to the ward that day. Hao Hao said that Wenzhou was angry and scary. I guessed that you two had a quarrel."
"It's not because of him." Yu Wei showed a bitter smile, "It's because I suddenly discovered that Yan Wenzhou is different from what I thought."
"Wenzhou's style of acting is very forceful, and sometimes it is hard for people to accept it." Yan Xiqian looked at Yu Wei, "However, when two people are together, they have to get along with each other. Weiwei, you just need to make sure that you can Accept that he’s different.”
Even if he hadn't arranged for Jian Xi to do all that, Jian Xi wouldn't have been able to watch her wedding to Meng Hechuan.
She didn't believe that Yan Wenzhou didn't know.
But he didn't allow any accidents. He was used to keeping everything in his own hands. Even though he knew that it would be painful for her to know the truth in the future, he still chose to participate in all this.
He obviously had so many opportunities to tell her, but he still chose not to say anything.
Yan Xiqian patted her shoulder and said, "Weiwei, it's not easy for you two to get to where you are today. Please communicate properly if anything happens. The cold war is actually the most hurtful thing."
Yan Xiqian took Yu Wei to see Hu Tianhao's doctor, and learned more about Hu Tianhao's condition in detail.
When he came out of the medical office, he met Meng Hechuan, who was wearing a light blue suit.
A doctor came out of the office and handed him a piece of information, "Mr. Meng, this is what you want."
Meng Hechuan took it, thanked him, and said hello to Yan Xiqian.
Yan Xiqian nodded politely and looked at Yu Wei, "Weiwei, I'm going back to the ward first. I'm afraid Haohao will cause trouble when he wakes up and doesn't see me, so please go slower on the road."
Yu Wei nodded.
Meng Hechuan put away the information and said hesitantly: "Are you okay?"
"I should look better than you." Yu Wei looked at him helplessly, "Are you ready to be discharged from the hospital?"
Meng Hechuan also smiled helplessly, "Don't worry, I cherish my life. I plan to send the medical records to a doctor friend abroad and ask him to take a look at it. If there is no accident, I will go abroad for treatment."
The two people walked into the elevator together.
"Weiwei, my illness has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself." Meng Hechuan still felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of her crying. "Because it was discovered in time and there is a high chance of recovery after surgery. Don't be sad for me, okay?" ?”
Yu Wei knew that he deliberately said it so casually, just to comfort her.
"Who else knew you were sick?"
"Grandpa is getting old, so I won't let him know if I can. As for my parents, let's see how long we can hide it."
Meng Hechuan looked at her with a smile, "So, you have to keep it a secret for me, you know?"
Seeing the smile on his face, Yu Wei's heart felt a little clogged, "Meng Hechuan, how can you still laugh?"
Meng Hechuan leaned on the elevator nearby, feeling a little sad, "Grandpa Yu often said that only by keeping a happy mood can the medicine cure the illness."
The elevator door opens.
Yan Wenzhou stood outside the elevator, and Li Wan stood behind him, holding a toy gift box in his hand.
He looked at the two people in the elevator expressionlessly, and his eyes fell on Yu Wei's somewhat red eyes.
Time seemed to stand still.
