Hearing the three words "can be cured," Xiaoxiao’s once despairing eyes instantly brightened.
She turned around, her voice trembling a bit, unsure as she asked, "Really?"
Such a reaction clearly showed how much she cared about this matter.
Seeing Xiaoxiao like this, Xue Zhiyi couldn’t bear it. Since the words had already slipped out, he might as well say everything.
"Your illness is indeed not easy to treat, but it’s not without hope. You’ll need to take dicine continuously, possibly for half a year, maybe a year, or even longer. Taking dicine continuously isn’t sothing just anyone can stick to, and even if you persist, it might not cure the illness."
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao’s eyes filled with tears. Even with just a glimr of hope, she would give it a try.
She said with great certainty, "I will persevere, Brother Xue, please prescribe the dicine for ."
"Sigh, can you two not ss with like this!"
"..." Xiaoxiao was taken aback by the words. What was going on?
She looked at Xue Zhiyi with a puzzled expression, only to hear him say, "Your husband is afraid you’ll suffer from taking dicine for a long ti, afraid you’ll have hope and then be disappointed, so he asked not to treat you."
"And you, you asked , worried that he would have hope and then be disappointed, to not tell him that you ca to see for treatnt."
"Can you two not create such dilemmas for ? I’m just a doctor!"
"..."
"..."
Xue Zhiyi vented his frustration, but Xiaoxiao was no longer listening.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of Yang Ming. It turned out he knew all along; he had already approached Xue Zhiyi.
He was afraid she’d suffer from taking dicine; he was afraid she’d have hope and then be disappointed.
How could he be so foolish?
In fact, he more than anyone wanted a child of his own, yet he was willing to give up for her sake.
Xue Zhiyi continued speaking, "I’ve already given your husband the prescription. If you decide to continue the treatnt, he’ll use the dicine I prescribed. If you don’t want to take the dicine, he won’t give it to you."
Xue Zhiyi’s aning was more than clear — their issues should not involve him.
"Don’t worry, I won’t say anything." Xiaoxiao said this as she left.
She wouldn’t reveal this matter; she knew Yang Ming did everything for her.
All she needed to do was go back and express her desire to continue the treatnt.
For him, and for herself, even taking dicine for years was no big deal.
Yang Ming was inside, helping Little Liufu practice raising his head, when he saw his wife enter the room. "Honey, look how amazing our son is! He’s holding his little head so high."
Xiaoxiao looked over, and Little Liufu was supporting himself with two hands on the bed, lifting his head high, his little face full of effort.
Seeing the child like this, all of Xiaoxiao’s worries vanished.
Actually, if they could just live like this, it would be pretty good.
Noticing his wife hadn’t spoken, Yang Ming, a bit worried, asked, "Honey, what’s wrong? You’re not in high spirits?"
In fact, Xiaoxiao was quite an emotionally fragile person, so when Yang Ming asked, she couldn’t help but feel a pang in her nose, tears welling in her eyes. "It’s nothing, I just miss ho a bit."
Seeing his wife’s unusual reaction, her eyes slightly reddened, Yang Ming reached out to wipe away the tears about to fall, gently saying, "Miss ho? Don’t cry, we’ll just go back ho then."
"Mm." Xiaoxiao agreed, throwing herself into Yang Ming’s arms.
She indeed missed ho a little; they had been away for over two months, it was ti to return.
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