Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing without saying anything.
"..." Qiu Xing uncomfortably withdrew his hand and said with a straight face, "Drink quickly, then go to bed. It's very late."
Xie Yang drank the milk in one gulp, then took a step forward and hugged Qiu Xing, his fingers touching Qiu Xing's neck.
Qiu Xing's body froze, and he instinctively raised his hand, but then he pressed it down again. He was in a stalemate for a long time, and finally he lowered his head as if in compromise, gently rubbed Xie Yang's hair, and whispered: "Xie Yang... welcome home."
Xie Yang smiled silently, then retracted his fingers and stepped back, stuffing the cup back into Qiu Xing's hand and said, "Thank you, go to bed early, good night." After that, he turned and went upstairs, pretending not to hear the hint of weakness in Qiu Xing's words.
“…”
Qiu Xing looked at the stairs, touched the milk cup that still contained the warmth of Jie Yang, and lowered his eyes.
"good evening."
…
The next day when Xie Yang went downstairs, Qiu Xing was already sitting at the dining table. He glanced at the only breakfast on the table, looked at Qiu Xing opposite him, and asked, "You don't want to eat?"
Qiu Xing replied: "Many examination items require fasting."
Xie Yang nodded to show that he understood, then sat down and started eating breakfast.
Qiu Xing looked at Jie Yang.
Xie Yang was concentrating on eating breakfast and didn't seem to notice Qiu Xing's gaze. After finishing his breakfast, he stood up and said, "Let's go."
Qiu Xing retracted his gaze, stood up, and said, "There's milk in the thermos, take it with you."
Xie Yang looked at the thermos cup on the table and picked it up obediently.
On the way to the hospital, Qiu Xing kept his eyes closed to rest. Jie Yang tactfully did not disturb him and took out his phone to chat with Ji Zehui on WeChat.
After more than a week of tug-of-war, Ji Zehui finally successfully terminated his contract with Huangtian. Although he was ripped off by the heavens when he terminated his contract, he didn't care about the loss at all and was just glad that he ran away fast enough.
Ji Zehui: You don’t know, now Huangtian has been completely occupied by those people from Ka Xulai. Hong Zhijie filled all the high-level vacancies in Huangtian with the people he brought, and also drove away the previous director of Huangtian’s artist department.
Ji Zehui: Because he came with resources and projects, the chairman turned a blind eye to his behavior, and everyone couldn't speak out their grievances.
Xie Yang: Did you make yourself clear when you left?
Ji Zehui: It’s clear. By the way, before I left, I heard a piece of gossip that Mu Zhouyi seemed to be together with Hong Zhijie. As soon as Hong Zhijie joined the company, he brought back her contract specifications. The two of them worked together and Hong Zhijie was particularly close to Mu Zhouyi.
Together?
Xie Yang raised his eyebrows and typed quickly.
Xie Yang: If I remember correctly, Hong Zhijie seems to be almost fifty years old?
Ji Zehui: Hong Zhijie is 49 years old. Hi, this is not surprising. It’s a pairing of the old and the young. It’s a common thing in the circle.
Xie Yang: Is the news reliable?
Ji Zehui: It’s reliable. An employee of Huangtian said that the delivery addresses of Mu Zhouyi and Hong Zhijie are the same building in the same community. At this critical juncture, Zhou Yi moved to the neighborhood where Hong Zhijie lives. Do you think there is no fishy thing going on?
Xie Yang immediately took a screenshot of the chat history with Ji Zehui, roughly coded Ji Zehui's name, and then sent it to Feng Qinglin.
After chatting about gossip, Ji Zehui brought up business again, saying that because Huangtian stabilized too quickly and he terminated the contract in a hurry, it was probably impossible to poach the talents he had been looking for before.
Xie Yang types: It’s okay. You and Xiao Jin are the most important, the others are just icing on the cake, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have them.
The car just entered the roundabout and continued to turn. Xie Yang's body was unstable and he accidentally leaned on Qiu Xing.
Qiu Xing's eyelashes moved, but he still didn't open his eyes.
After turning the corner, Xie Yang glanced at Qiu Xing, then sat up straight and continued looking at his phone.
…
Half an hour later, the car pulled into the parking lot of a private hospital. Qiu Xing finally opened his eyes, got out of the car and took Jie Yang to the hospital.
The hospital is not large, but the facilities inside are very good. A gray-haired doctor was waiting at the service desk in the lobby. When he saw Qiu Xing coming in, he hurried forward and asked, "How are you doing recently?"
"good."
The doctor was helpless and said, "You should explain it in more detail."
Qiu Xing said very little, "Get checked as soon as possible."
Seeing Qiu Xing's unhappy expression, the doctor tactfully stopped talking nonsense and took Qiu Xing to the location of the first examination. Halfway through the walk, Qiu Xing stopped and looked at Jie Yang who was following him.
Xie Yang also stopped and asked, "What's going on?"
Qiu Xing hesitated and raised his hand to hold Jie Yang's head, gently touching it, and said, "There is a family rest area here. You can go there and sit down. I will ask someone to call you after the examination."
"Can't I follow you?"
“…Go ahead.”
Jie Yang compromised.
Qiu Xing left, and Xie Yang followed the guide to the rest area and sat down. He didn't play with his phone, watch TV, or read magazines. He just sat there and waited.
The passage of time became extremely slow. When the minute hand reached the fourth circle, the guide who had led Jie Yang into the rest area appeared again and said to Jie Yang, "Your family asked me to take you to the dean's office."
Xie Yang stood up and followed the guide to the dean's office.
The dean and Qiu Xing were the only two people in the office. Xie Yang closed the door after entering, then walked over to Qiu Xing and sat down. After observing Qiu Xing's slightly pale face, he asked, "How do you feel?"
Qiu Xing didn't reply, and said to the dean, "Go ahead."
The dean looked at Qiu Xing, then at Jie Yang, and finally fixed his gaze on Jie Yang. He said, "Qiu Xing's heart surgery was very successful, and he is recovering very well. There are basically no problems now."
Xie Yang asked: "And then?"
The dean probably had never seen such a calm and composed family member of a patient. He looked at Qiu Xing again and said carefully, "Then... from the film taken today, although the tumor in Qiu Xing's brain has not worsened and even has a tendency to stop growing, it is still... difficult to treat."
Qiu Xing clenched his hands on his knees imperceptibly.
Xie Yang nodded and said, "It's just difficult to treat, not impossible to treat. So according to Qiu Xing's current condition, what kind of treatment do you think is more appropriate for him?"
Qiu Xing's clenched fists froze and he turned his head to look at Jie Yang.
Xie Yang didn't look at Qiu Xing, but looked at the dean seriously. Seeing that the dean didn't answer, he asked again: "You said that the tumor in Qiu Xing's brain has stopped growing. This means that he is getting better, right?"
"In theory, that's right—"
"Explain clearly." Qiu Xing suddenly interrupted the dean and looked at him with an oppressive look in his eyes, but his tone was difficult, "Explain clearly... everything."
The dean shut up, glanced at Qiu Xing, sighed inwardly, took out a large pile of examination materials and historical case materials, and said to Jie Yang: "Before talking about Qiu Xing's treatment plan, let me first explain Qiu Xing's physical condition to you in detail."
…
For a full hour, Xie Yang learned from the dean the detailed development of Qiu Xing's disease, treatment process, and changes in his physical condition since he was diagnosed with brain cancer. Not only that, the dean also gave Xie Yang a brief introduction on how troublesome brain cancer is, and how difficult it is to perform surgery on the tumor in Qiu Xing's brain.
After summarizing all the information, three points were finally drawn up.
Qiu Xing's success rate in craniotomy surgery is less than 20%.
The probability of having no sequelae after the operation, maintaining sound consciousness and not affecting physical functions is 5%.
The probability of no recurrence after surgery is only 30%.
Too low.
But such a low success rate is based on the fact that Qiu Xing's physical condition has improved recently. That is to say, before this, the possibility of Qiu Xing being cured was lower than what Xie Yang heard now.
"That's basically it." The dean put down the case, glanced at Qiu Xing, whose face had completely lost all expression, and asked Xie Yang, "Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Yes." Xie Yang looked into the dean's eyes. "According to the current conservative treatment method, how long can Qiu Xing live?"
Qiu Xing clenched and unclenched his fingers. Seeing the dean looking at him, he adjusted his tone and said, "Speak."
The dean replied, "Four years...at most."
Four years.
In the original book, Qiu Xing died of disease three years later.
Xie Yang nodded and said, "I understand."
…
The two returned to the car. Qiu Xing turned his head to look at Jie Yang and asked in a calm tone: "Do you understand?"
Xie Yang looked calm, so calm that he seemed a little inhuman, and said, "I understand."
“…”
Qiu Xing adjusted his posture to hide his emotions, and when he raised his head again, his face was calm again. He said, "I understand. Xie Yang, let's continue with our deal. After the deal is over, in addition to what I have given you now, I will also leave you some shares and real estate of Rongding."
Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing and asked, "What do you want to exchange for these?"
"Change..." Qiu Xing avoided Xie Yang's sight, tentatively reached out and held Xie Yang's hand, and said, "Change to the you of the New Year."
What a timid and soft-hearted person he is, who only dares to express his request so implicitly at this time. What I want is right in front of me, within reach, but I still only dare to put on the cloak of a deal and gently pinch it with two fingers.
"Is that enough?" Xie Yang held Qiu Xing's hand, interlocked their fingers, and raised their hands. "Holding hands every night, occasionally a hug without struggling, and shallow words of concern, is that enough for you?"
Qiu Xing tried to pull his hand back, frowned and said, "Jie Yang."
"Qiu Xing, don't you want to use four years to fight for a long lifetime?"
Qiu Xing stopped pulling his hand away.
Xie Yang let go of Qiu Xing's hand and said, "I will only be 24 years old in four years. I will use what you give me to become the youngest boss in the entire entertainment industry. There will be countless people who admire me. If I want, I can change my boyfriend or girlfriend every week. I will hold hands, hug, kiss, and even go to bed with them. I may really fall in love with someone and be willing to get married to him, and do everything for that person that I have done for you now. He is the one I see every day when I open and close my eyes. Gradually, I will forget the man who is just a transactional relationship with me."
Xie Yang looked straight at Qiu Xing: "I will forget you, aren't you afraid?"
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