Chapter 34： Is it my child lately?

Huo Yu's fingers were warm and dry, and when they wiped the skin, it was itchy. Xia Wan pursed her lips and turned her face away slightly.

"What do you mean 'is yours', eldest young master?" Xia Wan thought Huo Yu was awkward and a little funny, so he approached him with a smile, and kept his voice very low, "The medicine can If you eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense."

A word "oh" was pulled very long by him.

Huo Yu hadn't pulled away from his previous emotions. Seeing Xia Wan's heartless laugh, he couldn't help but say coldly, "Don't take medicine indiscriminately."

"Oh." Xia Wan thought that he was a little cute like this, and couldn't help but pursed her lips and tilted her head to smile.

"You're right." He laughed for a while, then couldn't help looking left and right before whispering, "So, during the agreement, the eldest young master is also my person? "

Huo Yu didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

But then, he gently poked his pectoral muscle with his finger: "Is that so, young master?"

The eldest young master not only did not answer, but even lowered his eyes.

Xia Wan tilted her head, feeling that the eldest young master still needs to be coaxed.

He was thinking about recruiting, but Huo Yu spoke.

"If there is such a thing in the future, you have to tell me." His voice was very low, "You used to ask me, remember?"

"Of course I remember," Xia Wan remembered the words she had coaxed into Huo Yu, and explained to herself, "I just don't think they will pay attention to our family like they do to your uncle, after all, our family There is no threat to them."

"That won't work either." Huo Yu said and raised his eyes, determined and strong.

Xia Wan looked at him for a moment, and didn't feel a compromise: "Okay, okay, just listen to the eldest young master, okay?"

Huo Yu pursed his lips and said nothing.

"What delicious food can the hospital have?" Huo Yu looked reluctant, but his voice softened.

"The hospital will go out to eat without us." Xia Wan smiled and blinked.

Huo Yu snorted softly, but the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

There are many large and small restaurants in front of the hospital, and the main customers are patients and their families.

Xia Wan did not take Huo Yu there, but led him to the periphery.

The wind in the summer morning is very gentle, blowing on Xia Wan's face, lifting his forehead.

Xia Wan squinted her eyes and asked Huo Yu, "Master, what did you do in our school that day? Is there something wrong?"

"It's a lot." Huo Yu glanced at him and refused mercilessly.

"Tsk," Xia Wan puffed out her cheeks, looked up at Huo Yu, and stepped back, "Young master is really a double standard, you just asked me to confess everything, Lun Tuck it away and hide it."

Seeing that Huo Yu was indifferent, he added, "Then I'll double punctuation."

"You dare." Huo Yu gave him a cold look.

Huo Yu didn't stop, and bumped into him, and the two of them were close to each other for a while.

Under the mottled shade of the trees, he could almost feel the vague temperature coming from Xia Wan's body, as well as the faint smell of disinfectant he got in the ward.

Such a close distance makes people feel intimate and inexplicably tormented.

Huo Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and even the fingers hanging by his side didn't feel tight.

"Forget it." Xia Wan saw that he hadn't said a word, and turned around boringly.

"To find you." Just two steps away, Huo Yu's voice came over again.

"Huh?" Xia Wan paused and turned her head in confusion, "Look for me? Is there something wrong?"

He asked this naturally, as if he couldn't go to him if he had nothing to do.

Huo Yu's face became a little gloomy, but he still said: "There is something wrong."

Huo Yu looked down at him and was amused again.

He couldn't help raising his hand and pressing the top of Xia Wan's hair: "No, it's your last design draft."

"Oh," Xia Wan's eyes widened, and her expression became a little more nervous, "Have you seen someone? Isn't it good?"

Not bad, but too good.

"Very good," Huo Yu said, "Even Teacher Li praises you for your talent."

"Really?" Xia Wan heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile of joy suddenly appeared in his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Huo Yu nodded, and the corners of his lips did not notice a smile, "We plan to use this design as the main style of Yan Yu's autumn."

Xia Wan was stunned and asked again uncertainly: "Really?"

Huo Yu had a faint smile on his lips, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "I lied to you to get money?"

Xia Wan bit her lip, and then the smile on her face could not be restrained.

His sweet laughter penetrated into Huo Yu's ears with the wind, and then reached the position of his heart,

Huo Yu looked down at him for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh.

Walking through two intersections, Xia Wan stopped in front of a shop.

"Is this okay?" he asked, adding, "It's a chain restaurant, and it's fairly clean inside."

Huo Yu looked up at the red sign at the door, and finally nodded.

"What do you want to eat, young master? I'll treat you." Xia Wan pushed the menu in front of Huo Yu.

Huo Yu watched for a while, and finally ordered a seafood porridge.

"You don't have to save me money," Xia Wan saw that he only ordered one thing, then lowered his head and added more, "I can still make money now."

He remembered something and looked at Huo Yu: "You should also remember to give money for jewelry design."

Huo Yu looked at him and smiled: "Remember."

The summer evening was relieved, and she happily lowered her head and wrote the dish code on the menu.

Preserved egg porridge, steamed dumplings, crispy dumplings, Taiwanese meat dumplings, large pork chop rice, hot and sour seaweed root, small crispy meat…

When he was about to write, Huo Yu held his hand down.

"Enough." Huo Yu looked down at the long order list and said.

Xia Wan put down the pen, and then carefully scalded the tableware with boiling water before handing it to Huo Yu.

Huo Yu took it and held the cup in his palm.

The cup that had just been scalded was still slightly hot when it touched the skin. His eyes were fixed on it, and there was a rare trace of tenderness in his expression.

"Your father," he slowly turned the cup in his palm, "is there any other treatment after surgery?"

"Four more chemotherapy treatments are needed," Xia Wan said. "After that, there is a high probability that a full set of genetic tests will be done to see if there are any symptomatic targeted drugs that can be taken."

Targeted drugs are very expensive, ranging from seven to eight thousand a month, as much as thirty to fifty thousand, not to mention that other treatment methods may be required.

Huo Yu nodded, his tone as euphemistic as possible: "If you have financial difficulties, you can tell me."

"The amount you gave before is enough," Xia Wan gave Huo Yu a rare respect, "and I can make money myself, if I live broadcast once a week, I won't be afraid of recurrence in the future. already."

"What do you say?" Huo Yu raised his hand and pressed the fluttering hair on top of his head, "Think about it."

"I also think about something better." Xia Wan said softly.

He has a deep understanding of this disease, and Xia Chengzhang has been transferred since the first diagnosis, and the stage is not good.

Objectively speaking, there is a high possibility of recurrence in the future.

Xia Wan had experienced the torment of illness before, and she was very calm in dealing with the pain.

And as a family member of the patient, he also hopes that he can maintain enough reason to make a correct judgment at any time.

"Medical methods are getting more and more advanced now," Huo Yu's voice softened, "We can use the best medicines."

Xia Wan didn't speak, and looked at him like a funny look.

"If you have something to say, say it directly, Xia Wan classmate." Huo Yu was not satisfied with his performance.

"Master, you don't understand this." Xia Wan said while putting a dumpling to her lips.

The dumplings were a little hot, he puffed out his cheeks and blew lightly, his rosy lips slightly pouted, but there was a little smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

It looked soft and sweet, like the dumpling on his lips.

Huo Yu looked at him quietly, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and even his eyebrows were stained with a smile.

"Is it wrong for me to let your dad do the best treatment?" he asked.

After eating the glutinous rice **** in the summer evening, she said slowly: "There are first-line plans for this disease, second-line plans, and so on."

"My dad's condition is not bad now, the first-line regimen is enough," Xia Wan explained, "If all the later drugs are used in advance, it is indeed possible to reduce the recurrence rate, but once Relapse means that he has become resistant, and then he will face the dilemma of no drug available."

"You don't understand the difficulties of cancer patients." Xia Wan finally said.

Huo Yu looked at Xia Wan and watched him talk while eating.

Although his words sounded calm, Huo Yu knew that before that, he must have done a lot of homework and made difficult choices.

But to his family, he is like a bamboo, careful, gentle, tough and strong.

You can be patient to make each other happy, or take on the responsibility of a family in the face of disaster.

Huo Yu was slightly ecstatic: Being a family member of Xia Wan must be very happy, right?

Wen Yunzhi was a little tired after being busy for a long time.

She took a sip of water, tilted her head and looked out the window, relaxing her eyes after reading the report all morning.

When the door of the office was knocked, she thought it was her assistant who brought her lunch, but Xue Wenxuan was the one who opened the door.

"Why did you come here?" Wen Yunzhi smiled and got up, "Just in time to have dinner with me."

"Okay." Xue Wenzuan sat down with a smile, and quietly put the document in his hand in the corner of the sofa.

"What is this?" Wen Yunzhi looked at the kraft paper bag, and accidentally saw the word "Summer Evening" on the paper bag.

Her expression tightened, and she hurriedly bent down to get it.

Xue Wenxuan raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "I wanted to tell you about this after dinner."

"Let's talk now." Wen Yunzhi picked up the folder and couldn't wait to pour out the information inside.

There are many pages of information, most of which are from Xia Chengzhang's hometown.

"Originally, our clues were about to be cut off." Xue Wenxuan said, "But I accidentally found a record of changing the age of Xia Wan when I was a child."

Ten years ago, it was not standardized enough for small places to settle in many places, so there was such a thing as changing the age.

"What?" Wen Yun was surprised, "You mean Xia Wan's current age is fake?"

"No," Xue Wen said, "the one before the revision is fake."

Wen Yunzhi frowned: "And then?"

"Xia Chengzhang doesn't get along with people very much," Xue Wenxuan said, "and he moved, many local people don't know his details, and we found him according to Xia Wan's household registration. The place where I first lived, not far away, was two small county towns that were next to each other."

The joints of Wen Yunzhi's hand holding the document were faintly white.

"There are still many old people over there who remember that Xia Wan was not born there, but was brought back by Xia Chengzhang."

"So Wanwan is my child?" Wen Yunzhi's voice trembled faintly.

Xue Wenxuan approached her, took her half into his arms, and said softly, "Mom, I don't know."

He paused and said, "But I can be sure that eighteen years ago, the day Ake disappeared was exactly the day Xia Chengzhang left the capital and returned to his hometown."

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