Chapter 535

"Okay." The doctor nodded, "We must be responsible for every patient. You are not too nervous. We are only suspicious at the moment. As for the diagnosis, we need to do a more systematic physical examination for you. This examination is more expensive. Time, it will take a month to get the results. Please come with me."

After finishing speaking, the doctor led Yan Xiluo to do a more detailed examination. Yan Xiluo walked behind the doctor in a daze, feeling as if he had lost the whole world.

"Miss Yan, I'll prescribe some nerve-regulating medicine for you to suppress your initial symptoms of muscle weakness for the time being. Although it's a pity that you may have this disease, I still hope you can cooperate well and wait patiently for the test results..."

The doctor's words kept buzzing in Yan Xiluo's mind, but she didn't hear it at all. With the last ounce of reason, she said goodbye to the doctor and walked out of the hospital.

The sunshine outside was just right, but Yan Xiluo felt her body was so cold. She hugged her thin body with her arms and walked slowly towards the car.

When he got to the front, Yan Xiluo opened the car door with trembling hands, sat on it feebly, lay down on the steering wheel and began to cry.

At this moment, sitting in this small space, she could no longer control her emotions that were about to collapse, and burst into tears in embarrassment.

She never imagined that, all right, she would suffer from a terminal illness comparable to cancer.

No, this disease is more terrifying than cancer, because I have to watch myself become unable to move my limbs, and even breathe independently...

He thought of Qiao Moli, who loved her so much, the well-behaved Qiao Siluo, and his daughter Tong En, whom he could not find.

Yan Xiluo felt that she had fallen into a desperate situation at this time.

She can't watch herself gradually become what the doctor said, let alone become a burden to them!

"Dingling, Jingling."

The phone rang, Yan Xiluo hurriedly wiped away tears, and pressed the connect button.

"Hey?"

"Ma'am." Qiao Moli's warm voice came from the receiver, "What are you busy with? I called the rate-based call and you didn't answer it. I miss you, baby."

As Qiao Moli spoke, she thought about Yan Xiluo's shy appearance after hearing this, and wished she could immediately put on her wings and fly back home.

"I...I..." Yan Xiluo couldn't help but wanted to choke up, and quickly pinched himself hard, swallowing all the sadness, "Oh, I'm painting, I'm painting."

"Hehe, is that secretly painting me again?" Qiao Moli laughed lowly, "Don't miss me too much, I can go back in the evening. Love you, baby."

"I love you too." Yan Xiluo was afraid that Qiao Moli would hear the sound of her crying, so she hurriedly ended the topic, "Okay, I still have to draw, and we can talk when you come back, okay?"

"Okay, be good, bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Yan Xiluo hastily closed the line, tears pouring down again.

I don't know if Qiao Moli heard my thoughts just now, and asked him to call when he was most helpless. Listening to his warm and affectionate words, Yan Xiluo felt that her desperate heart was warmed a lot.

However, she couldn't tell him about the desperate situation she was facing now.

Because she knew Qiao Moli's temper well, once he knew that he would suffer from such a terminal illness, he would definitely suffer a million times more than himself!

No, let her bear all the suffering alone, please let her lover and children go! Let troubles and sorrows stay away from them forever!

Yan Xiluo silently wiped away the tears on his face, started the car slowly, and drove towards home.

On the way, tears blurred Yan Xiluo's vision countless times, and she firmly wiped them away.

At this time, she was crying in her heart, but she couldn't tell anyone about it. She didn't dare, didn't dare to let anyone know her current situation, and didn't want anyone to worry about her.

Back home, Yan Xiluo walked upstairs with heavy steps, while the maid Mejila was wiping the handrails of the stairs.

Seeing her come back, Mojila smiled and nodded at her, but Yan Xishi couldn't laugh at all, so she just nodded casually, and rushed upstairs as if fleeing.

She closed the door in embarrassment, her heart hurting so much that she couldn't help herself.

I don't know if it's because of psychological effects, but now she just feels that she is being pitied by everyone, and she can't bear that look. That feeling of knowing what kind of pain she was going to endure, but being powerless.

Yan Xi sat on the balcony in a daze, staring blankly at the rolling waves in the distance, thinking of those waves in her heart, piled with helpless bubbles.

There was a sad smile on the corner of her lips, thinking of the story of the mermaid princess. In order to marry the prince, the little mermaid exchanged human legs with a witch with a beautiful voice, but in the end she could only turn into humble foam and disappear into the vast sea.

And she, why not?

Over the years, she has experienced ups and downs in her life. Fortunately, when she fell into despair, she always had the encouragement and support of her family and friends, and she persisted.

But this time, she couldn't hold on anymore.

She can't bear to watch her life being eroded bit by bit, but there is nothing she can do; she can't bear to see Qiao Moli's distressed and desperate eyes; she can't bear Qiao Siluo's grief...

No, she didn't want to die in such embarrassment, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life in hopeless sorrow, and she didn't want to be a burden to them.

"Wow, wow!"

The sound of the waves churning in the sea came and went, and Yan Xiluo felt helpless in his heart.

What should she do? How can we be decent without letting them leave sadly?

Yes, she was going to leave, before she became so embarrassed. Because she didn't want her distressed appearance to be seen by her beloved Qiao Moli and Qiao Siluo.

However, if they leave quietly, will they be even more sad?

Yan Xiluo was tangled in his heart, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Mo Jila walked in, holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

However, at this moment, how could Yan Xiluo have any appetite? She forced a smile, "Thank you, please put it there."

But Mo Jila refused to leave, and stubbornly stood in front of Yan Xiluo with a cup of coffee, insisting on waiting for her to drink.

Yan Xiluo had no choice but to take the coffee, but his eyes were burned by the heat of the coffee, and crystal tears fell on the delicate coffee cup one by one.

Mo Jila seemed to see that Yan Xiluo was worried, and stretched out her hand to gesture, asking her what's wrong, did she quarrel with the host?

Yan Xiluo shook her head, and took a sip of the coffee. Although Mojila must have added sugar, she felt it was extremely bitter. Because her heart is a million times more bitter than coffee without sugar.

Putting the coffee by his feet, Yan Xiluo laughed sadly. Looking at Mojila who couldn't speak, Yan Xiluo suddenly had the desire to confide.