Chapter 570： So, am I not going to die?

Xu Jingjing seemed to be pierced with a stab in her heart. Is the chief sick? The chief is very ill? What kind of illness can the Chief Officer suffer from?

She gasped, and the suffocation made her feel that if she was put into a blender, there was a kind of former pain in her heart, and her heart was stirred into a puddle of meat.

"Sir, sir." She opened her mouth, and seemed to shout, but didn't seem to shout.

Yan Mo pulled the quilt to hide himself under the quilt. He felt it was necessary to hide his cowardice. He didn't want anyone's sympathy or pitying eyes.

Xu Jingjing tried to tear open the quilt on his hand, but when he was forced, he kicked himself under his feet and fell directly on the bed, and accidentally hit him on the body.

You look at me with two eyes up close, I look at you, the atmosphere is awkwardly awkward, but with a little ambiguous in the awkwardness.

Yes, ambiguous.

Because of the injury, Yan Mo did not wear a coat. At this moment, the quilt was pulled to the waist, and the entire body fell into Xu Jingjing's eyes clearly. The healthy muscle happened to cover her hands, as he followed Breathing, his chest was undulating, some hot, some rapid.

Yan Mo froze, and couldn't help but quipped, "But feel good?"

Xu Jing quietly retracted her hand, her eyes were looking around, "Sir, are you sick?"

Yan Mo pulled the quilt to hide himself, stubbornly turned his head, "Are you concerned about me?"

Xu Jingjing was silent. She said these words seemed a bit out of place.

Yan Mo saw her silent before, as if to herself, "I may be dying."

Xu Jingjing panicked and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Yan Mo smiled bitterly, "I also think this is just a joke, but I can feel it, I feel that my life is being erased little by little, maybe today, or tomorrow, I am about to die."

Xu Jingjing covered his mouth in a panic, regardless of her status and esteem, blurted out in a hurry, "Sir, you will live a hundred years."

"This is your comfort?" Yan Mo asked again.

Xu Jingjing lowered her head, her body trembling uncontrollably because of her tension. "If you don't say that good people don't live long, do you have a thousand years of harm? I believe you will live a hundred years."

"" She is changing the law and saying that he is a scourge?

Xu Jingjing glanced at the silent chief and continued, "Don't curse yourself."

Yan Mo sat up and faced her eyes, "When can you say so?"

Xu Jingjing was a little hesitant. What did she just say? She seemed to say a complete sentence?

Yan Mo got closer to her by one point, "It's for your comfort that I can suddenly speak?"

Xu Jingjing turned around, avoiding his staring offensive, and said rudely, "No, no, no, no."

Yan Mo lay back on the bed with a smile, looking at the ceiling helplessly. His voice was very low and inaudible. "Thank you."

Xu Jing straightened her back quietly. Although the chief's voice was very light and faint, she still slammed into her head. She turned silently and looked at the man who restored the silence. His eyes seemed sad and very sad. The deep sorrow is as if something really happened.

The room suddenly fell into a situation where there was nothing to say.

"Well." The knock on the door successfully broke the silence in the room.

The doctor entered the ward, looked at the two chiefs one stop at a time, covered his mouth and coughed, "Did I disturb you?"

Xu Jingjing saw the person and gave way a little. "No."

The doctor put on his gloves and examined Yan Mo's leg carefully, asking, "Is it painful?"

Yan Mo nodded indifferently, "It hurts, but I can stand it."

The doctor added, "If you really can't stand it, you can ask the nurse to give you an analgesic. There will be no sequelae if the dose is not large. Please rest assured."

Yan Mo had some words to stop, and he was afraid to know the answer that made him unacceptable, but his strong sense of anxiety forced him to know the answer.

The doctor threw the gloves into the waste box, was about to leave, and could hear the voice behind him.

Yan Mo repeatedly asked carefully, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

auzw.com The doctor paused with some guilty conscience. He promised his superior to try to conceal it. He tried not to actively tell him the cause of the illness without asking him, but Now, the client asked?

Should he answer?

Yan Mo noticed his stiff body and frowned, "Did you hide anything from me?"

The doctor sighed and turned around. He looked very embarrassed, and it was easy to see that he was struggling.

Yan Mo's heart hung high and asked, "What kind of illness did I have?"

After the doctor stunned his throat and weighed the pros and cons, he had to tell him honestly, "Sir, I promised you that this is the case, and let them tell you the truth."

"I'm a patient. I have the right to know what kind of illness I have." Yan Mo aggravated his tone. "You say, I can accept everything."

The doctor glanced at the female officer behind him, hesitating to avoid taboos.

Yan Mo said again, "Don't hide anyone, you can say anything."

The doctor moved the corner of his mouth, and said euphemistically, "Well, let's avoid it? After all, this is a serious matter."

Xu Jingjing heard the thought in her heart that she could not know the identity of the sergeant, but she thought it was one thing, and what she said was another. She said, "I won't say it."

The doctor couldn't help crying. He looked at the chief who didn't seem to care about one more person at the scene, and coughed, "Sir, I think we'd better talk alone."

Yan Mo waved his hand. "I know it's my illness, but it's not something I can't see. Why should I hide it? Xu Jingjing won't say much, you can just say everything."

The doctor wondered, "This is a little private."

Yan Mo continued, "No matter what the problem is, I can accept it."

The doctor said intermittently, "In fact, you should have noticed this disease in the morning."

Yan Mo hesitated in his heart. Is it true that the body is resisting to itself when it gets up late in the morning? Is he really sick?

The doctor saw him face-to-face, then said, "Did you find something?"

Yan Mo nodded, "Well, I get up every morning and feel uncomfortable."

The doctor sighed. "Actually you should come to the hospital at that time. It's a taboo to avoid illness."

"Am I still rescued?" Yan Mo asked cautiously.

The doctor looked at his hopeful eyes and wondered whether he should nod his head or shake his head. He could only give an ambiguous answer. "There is nothing to heal if you follow the doctor's orders."

Yan Mo closed his eyes and said, "How long will it be if I don't treat it?"

The doctor truthfully said, "There is no time."

Yan Mo sank in his heart, as if suddenly falling into a vast abyss, he smiled bitterly, "I thought I could hold on for at least a few more months, but before I knew it, I had nothing left."

The doctor comforted again, "So you can't give up on yourself. I've contacted the andrology department and I will work out a treatment plan for you soon, and everything will be fine."

"No, I don't want to spend my last days in the hospital, I think--"

Wait, Yan Mo stared at his eyes unbelievably. What the **** is this?

The doctor frowned. "Treat actively and you will still be able to enjoy the joy of heaven."

"" There is a kind of embarrassment called chicken and duck talking, and a kind of humiliation. You are talking about one thing, and I am talking about another thing, but we can still chat happily.

Yan Mo asked uncertainly, "What do you mean by andrology?"

The doctor replied, "Although you are unable to have children now, but after a series of treatments, I believe you can still pass on the line. I have informed the hospital and will make plans for you immediately to ensure that your future must be harmonious and happy.

"So, am I not going to die?" Yan Mo gasped in his heart, unable to get up and down, making him almost faint.

The doctor didn't know what he meant, "Why do you feel like you're dying? You're healthy except for what's wrong with you."

Yan Mo helped him, "Go out."

The doctor did not expect that he suddenly crossed the river and demolished the bridge, in an attempt to continue to use his fraternity to go to Haina Baichuan to tolerate his unreasonable trouble, he said, "Sir, you must believe in the current technology and everything will be fine."

"Go out." Yan Mo pulled the quilt to hide himself, and my self-esteem was insulted by the heavens.