Bai Jingqing was still talking incessantly about sothing, but he could no longer hear it. The only words in his mind were stomach cancer, mid to late stage!
Beiming Han didn’t know what cancer was, because he felt it was too far removed from his life, or perhaps, he had always lived without attachnts, leaving life and death to fate.
But now it was different. He had Gu Qingxin, and they also had Baobao. Just when he wanted to cherish himself and everything around him, he was told that he had an incurable disease.
Bai Jingqing said, "Big brother, don’t lose hope. There are cases of this disease being cured. I’ve been researching it recently, and I’ve found quite a few examples of it being cured in the world."
"Keep this a secret." Beiming Han only said these five words before hanging up the phone.
Cured? How could it possibly be cured?
The reason everyone talks about cancer with fear is because this disease can’t be cured.
Especially in the later stages.
Even if he didn’t know much about dicine, he knew the cure rate for this disease was almost zero.
Beiming Han suddenly missed Gu Qingxin terribly. He stood up, rushed out of the study, and pushed open the door. When he saw the little girl quietly lying on the bed, he felt as though he was being flayed alive...
He quickly walked to the bedside and sat down. He lay down, gently holding her in his arms. His eyes were bloodshot, and tears flowed down uncontrollably...
In the darkness, those eyes seed to bear the most intense pain in the world.
Xin’er, what should I do? What exactly should I do?
The next day, when Gu Qingxin woke up, Beiming Han was surprisingly still asleep.
She sat up in surprise. He was turned away from her, and hearing the sound, Beiming Han quickly closed his eyes.
Gu Qingxin reached out to touch his forehead, afraid that he might be sick, because ever since they started living together, it was rare for him to wake up later than her.
After touching him, Gu Qingxin checked herself too. Okay, the temperature was normal.
Seeing that he was still sleeping, Gu Qingxin got out of bed quietly. Her hand was injured these past two days, and he had been taking care of her. Today, Gu Qingxin wanted to do sothing for him.
Of course, the most practical thing was to make him a loving and hearty breakfast.
Even though she only had one hand, she could still do many things.
The mont Gu Qingxin stepped out of the bedroom, Beiming Han painfully closed his eyes. From the mont he learned about his illness yesterday, his world had beco an apocalyptic wasteland.
After Gu Qingxin went downstairs, she found a chef to help, as she couldn’t do many things with her injured right hand.
After communicating with the chef, they began to work together on making breakfast.
Beiming Han went downstairs and stood not far from the kitchen, watching the busy figure inside. Gu Qingxin was tasting the soup in the pot with a spoon, and when she thought it was ready, she added the noodles, stirred them, and then checked on the fried eggs she was making.
Even with just one hand, she was still working earnestly...
The heartache felt numb, yet looking at the little girl he loved to the extre, he still felt it was hard to breathe, as if his body was being torn apart inch by inch.
Bai Jingqing rushed over, and it was clear he had hurried. He was panting heavily when he arrived.
Beiming Han gave him a glance, reluctantly looked at the busy little girl in the kitchen once more, then turned around to go upstairs.
Bai Jingqing felt extrely pained, he wanted to cry but didn’t dare to, because he was the only hope his big brother had left.
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