Chapter 509： Saka's medicine

Chapter 509 Saka's Medicine

So after Di Jingxuan became ill again, no matter where the attack occurred, she always told him to lie down immediately, take the medicine, and then prevent him from moving, until the effect of the medicine was fully developed, and then let him get up an hour later.

Just...

Xie Qingyan glanced at the bottle inside Bai Zhengshou. There were originally six medicines in it, but now there are only five medicines left.

If you are lucky, these five can last for two years, but if you are not lucky, you can only last for a few months.

Looking at Di Jingxuan's pale face and the frowning brows that he tried to relax as much as possible, Xie Qingyan knew that his ventricular fibrillation had not stopped.

Xie Qingyan, who was so distressed, wiped off the sweat on Di Jingxuan's face with a soft towel and asked, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore, it's just a little bit tired. It will be fine in a while."

Xie Qingyan stroked his clenched hands, did not speak any more, just accompany him quietly.

She doesn't know how uncomfortable the ventricular fibrillation is. She only knows that every time he becomes ill, it takes a long time to relieve him even after taking medicine.

This person who has suffered a gunshot wound and can take bullets without saying a word and without changing his face will be so painful that his complexion is pale and pale every time he has an attack.

Xie Qingyan did not dare to breathe, let alone express her sadness. Just sitting on the ground, quietly accompanied by Di Jingxuan.

The heat of the floor heating slowly rose, and Di Jingxuan's back was warmed.

It was clear that it was spring, and there was a thick blanket, but Di Jingxuan's hands were cold. From time to time, he could see his face change and let out a low moan.

It wasn't until half an hour later that this situation completely improved, and Di Jingxuan's face gradually became ruddy, and his hands began to return to heat.

Until seeing Di Jingxuan's face improved, Xie Qingyan dared to touch his pulse with her hand.

Each time, because of severe ventricular fibrillation, the heart cannot supply blood, and the pulse of Emperor Jingxuan has been lost several times. Even if there is, there will be only about 30 times a minute at the time of the attack. And she couldn't even imagine the pain caused by not shaking.

At this moment, after his face has improved significantly, he can beat 50 times a minute.

"I am sorry……"

Feeling the steady pulse, Xie Qingyan’s eyes were wet, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Di Jingxuan looked at his sad wife who was so sad that he could not cry, and he was also very sad.

Holding his wife's hand tightly, he comforted: "My wife, don't cry, I'm sad when you cry."

Sure enough, Xie Qingyan blinked her eyes a few times, and quickly suffocated her tears.

Di Jingxuan said distressedly: "No one knows that the genius doctor will suddenly pass away. But she should not be the only one who can cure my illness in this world. Wife, your husband, I am so lucky to be able to marry a good wife like you, I can definitely live a long life."

Seeing Xie Qingyan who blamed herself so much, Di Jingxuan felt very uncomfortable.

At the beginning, when Saka said that he could be treated for his illness, Xie Qingyan heard about the operation process, because she was too scared, so she preferred conservative treatment.

Because he wants to completely cure his disease, he must take the heart out, use the extracorporeal circulation device to maintain vital signs, and then perform surgery on the deformed area at the bottom of the heart. Even Saka told them that the success rate was 80%.

Take medicine, although it will still occur, and the frequency of attacks will increase with age, but as long as the pills continue to last, the disease is like asthma. Although it cannot be cured, it can always save your life.

(End of this chapter)