C278 Good night, her Ah Yan.

That night, Qiao Mo leaned into Xiao Yan's embrace, and no matter what, she couldn't fall asleep.

The doctor's words, like a spell, echoed in her ears again and again.

Qiao Mo was having trouble sleeping.

The man seemed to feel that she was distracted and his hand was pressing down on her waist. Xiao Yan did not open his eyes, but instead, he whispered into her ear and asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Qiao Mo was startled. In the faint light, her eyes focused on his sleeping appearance as she blankly opened her mouth: "My heart is a little confused."

Leaning on her shoulder, Xiao Yan let out a small sigh as he consoled her in a low voice, "Didn't we agree to it?

Qiao Mo brought her head closer to him, reached out, and touched his head that had already been pushed away by Qing Pi. In this place, she had once suffered from two major surgeries, and the mere thought of it caused Qiao Mo's heart to throb in pain.

She bit her lip and said, "That's right, people always comfort themselves like this. It's bad enough, you've even prepared for the worst. What else is there to be afraid of? But Ah Yan... "

She paused and turned to look at him. "I'm still afraid of losing you."

Even if they had prepared for the worst, even if they were prepared to live and die with him.

But she did not seem to have had enough of being with him, nor did she intend to end the pleasure so soon.

He had watched over her for seventeen years, but when they had truly been together, they had always been apart.

Qiao Mo's delicate hands caressed his exquisite brows and eyes, and asked softly: "Ah Yan, tell me, do ghosts exist in this world?"

Xiao Yan laughed and slowly opened his eyes. He reached out and pinched her nose, "Since when did you start to believe in these things?"

Qiao Mo shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, "Actually, having no faith is a rather scary thing. If I believe in gods and buddhas, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be afraid of losing you at this moment, because I'm confident that after we die, we will have another life or become ghosts, and might not even be able to get together."

Xiao Yan laughed and ridiculed: "But we are all atheists."

"If there really are gods, buddhas, ghosts, ghosts, and also Nai He Bridge and Grandma Meng's Soup, I don't want to drink Grandma Meng's Soup."

Xiao Yan's eyes were bright as he stared at her, "That's right, if there really is one, I won't drink it either."

However, if there really was an afterlife, he really didn't want to see her again.

He wanted to avoid her worries and bumps, but in the end, he was the one who gave out all the benefits.

Qiao Mo smiled warmly at him, "That's right, even if you turn into a ghost, I won't drink it."

Xiao Yan reached out his hand and rubbed the dark circles under her eyes. It was caused by his taking care of him these days and his heart becoming restless and unable to sleep.

"But I can't bear for you to turn into a malicious ghost."

If he really could turn into a ghost, then he would rather his little Mo forgot about him and was reincarnated into a good womb, never to meet a calamity star like him again.

Qiao Mo held his hand, "There's still ten days until the due date. Ah Yan, there's still ten days.

Xiao Yan smiled warmly, and only answered with one word, "Yes."

He still needed to cut the umbilical cord for his son and daughter.

Qiao Mo seemed to still be thinking of something as she hugged her tightly and kissed her ear. "Go to sleep, good night."

"Good night, Ah Yan."

He probably didn't know that the wish she had made that day, while peeling a whole apple, was only that she would be able to say good morning and good night to him every day.

Such a simple wish, yet it was so hard for the current them.

Qiao Mo closed her eyes and sighed.

… ….

After losing sleep for the most part of the night, Qiao Mo was still in bed on the second day.

Early in the morning, Xiao Yan was still unconscious.

Qiao Mo then went to the main doctor's office.

"Mrs. Xiao, Mr. Xiao's situation is not looking good. After our experts have a serious discussion in the discussion group, our suggestion is to immediately rush to the Massachusetts General Hospital to carry out a precise pre-operation inspection and formulate a feasible plan according to the situation."

Qiao Mo's mind was in a mess, there seemed to be a rumbling noise in her ears, she bit her lips and asked: "Can't wait anymore? "Can't we wait a little longer?"

The main doctor thought about it and sighed. He helplessly and solemnly shook his head at Qiao Mo, "We can't delay Mr. Xiao's situation any longer. Any delay would only be detrimental to his operation. "

"I see."

Qiao Mo dragged her legs that looked like lead as she left the office. She did not dare to immediately return to the ward, her emotions were in a state of chaos and fear, and she was afraid that if she went back to the ward now, she would disturb Xiao Yan. She could only sit in the corridor with her head lowered and stare blankly.

She was very tired, and her eyelids were heavy. These days, she had slept very little. It wasn't because she was too busy to sleep, but because she was too distracted to sleep.

Xiao Yan's sickness, seemed to be a part of her heart, this heart disease, as time passed, spread further and further.

After an unknown period of time, she leaned against the resting chair, and her eyelids finally couldn't hold it anymore and drooped down.

In the haze, she felt arms lifting her body, so steady, so warm, and she crawled into the warmth, rubbing her cheek against the warmth of her chest, sinking a little more.

Qiao Mo could feel a pair of warm hands covering her face, and a soft blanket on top of her back. She squinted her eyes, half conscious, and could only see Xiao Yan's face swaying vaguely in front of her eyes.

She sighed tiredly, placed her delicate hand on her forehead, and shook her head as she asked with a frown, "Why did I sleep here?"

"You must be tired. You fell asleep leaning on a chair in the hospital corridor. You're not afraid of the cold."

Qiao Mo rubbed her sore temples and said regretfully, "That's right, how can I let myself collapse at this time. I originally wanted to take care of you, but now it's you taking care of me."

Xiao Yan chuckled, "What nonsense are you talking about? Sleep a little longer, I'm fine."

Qiao Mo shook her head, lifted off the blanket, and got up from the bed stubbornly. "You have been guarding me for a long time now, the doctor said that you need to hurry to America to undergo the pre-operative examination. If it's suitable, start the operation as soon as possible.

As he said that, he got off the bed to support the weak Xiao Yan and laid on the bed.

Xiao Yan held up Qiao Mo's slender finger, placed it next to his lips and kissed it. He said with a smile: "I never thought you would become so good, so considerate, Xiao Mo, I am very proud."

Her fingers stiffened and her eyebrows softened. "Proud of what? As your wife, shouldn't she take care of you? Furthermore, you are the person I love the most. If I don't take care of you right now and ignore your life or death, wouldn't that be too much of a blow to your heart? "

He didn't say anything else, only slightly nodded his head and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

Qiao Mo leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Ah Yan, let me accompany you to America to receive treatment."

Xiao Yan's closed eyes trembled slightly. He opened his eyes and said, "Little Mo, I'm not ready yet."

curved her lips, looked at him with a gentle smile, and held onto his pale white long hand with her petite hand as she gently said. "I know, I know you aren't ready yet, and I also know that you aren't. It's because of me and your child, but your life cannot wait."

Xiao Yan looked at her. He didn't know if it was because of the steam in her eyes, or because of some other reason, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that her appearance had started to become blurry.

Subconsciously, he reached out his hand and felt the contours of her face. Only then did he feel relieved.

Qiao Mo did not notice his abnormality, she only held his hand again and said: "Ah Yan, can you promise me to go to the United States to receive treatment? Even if there's still a sliver of hope, let's not give up, okay? "

Xiao Yan finally compromised and nodded.

… ….

Qiao Mo guarded Xiao Yan for a very long time until she could no longer hold on and fell asleep.

When he woke up, Qiao Mo opened his eyes and couldn't find Xiao Yan's person.

Qiao Mo looked around the ward a few times, and even searched around the bathroom, and suddenly remembered how she tried to persuade Xiao Yan to go to America to treat her. Her eyelids twitched, she wondered, if Ah Yan really escaped before the battle?

Qiao Mo's heart fiercely shook, as she anxiously looked all over the hospital to find him.

Her heart was in a panic.

It was as if his nerves were on the verge of collapse. As long as he lightly touched it, they would immediately disintegrate.

To Qiao Mo, Xiao Yan was her belief, the ruler of all her life. If this person truly disappeared or died, then it was equivalent to erasing all of Qiao Mo's faith.

If a person's faith was erased, then what was the difference between him and a walking corpse?

… ….

In the hospital's garden.

The man and the chief physician in the white coat sat side by side.

"Mr. Xiao, your condition can't be delayed any longer."

The man's lips slightly parted as he slowly said, "My vision seems to have decreased a bit. "Look at her, she's become blurry."

The attending physician's heart skipped a beat, "I'm afraid that the mass has already pressed down on the optic nerve." "If this goes on, you might lose your sight before the oil lamp runs out."

Xiao Yan curled his lips, his smile was a little cold, what was there to be afraid of?

Fear of death?

Actually, Xiao Yan wasn't afraid, he had never been afraid before.

"I was afraid that her appearance would gradually disappear from my mind, that I would not be able to see her in front of my eyes. She was only in her twenties, still very young, but I was like an old man who had run out of oil lamps and walked to the end of his life, waiting to die, waiting for the day when death would suddenly come. I'm afraid, she's even more afraid. "

The main doctor was moved as he turned his head to look at the man who had always kept his feelings to himself, "Mr. Xiao..."

Qiao Mo searched for an unknown amount of time, and worried for an unknown amount of time. It was only when she saw that cool and straight back that she finally calmed down.

She took deep breaths of the fresh air, just a short distance away, watching his back, as if afraid he would disappear again in the next second.

Out of the corner of his eye, the attending physician caught a glimpse of Qiao Mo. He pursed his lips and said to Xiao Yan: "Mr. Xiao, your wife is here."

Xiao Yan did not turn back, but only calmly sat there.

After Qiao Mo had walked to his side, she bit her lips and said: "Do you want to leave me behind and come here alone to enjoy the flowers with a doctor?"

"Yeah. "This year's Lamei opened exceptionally well."

The attending physician smiled awkwardly and got up to leave.

But he heard Qiao Mo say with a childish tone: "Ah Yan, I'm jealous."

The main doctor could not help but smile, "Mr. Xiao, Mrs. Xiao, you guys continue to enjoy the flowers, I will be on duty."