Chapter 080 "No mucus secretion allowed."
He Xile felt a pain in his heart.
He looked at the small, soft, and cute little fox on the hospital bed and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only stroke the little ball of soft fur over and over again in silence.
Suddenly, the little girl on the hospital bed let out a soft "嘤" and moved her body slightly, as if she was about to wake up.
"Xiao Tuan? Are you awake? Look who's here?"
Margery's voice was very gentle, but Xiaotuan never opened his eyes.
He Xile was close enough to see the black blood flowing from Xiaotuan's ear. He exclaimed, "Xiaotuan is bleeding!"
Margery was stunned and immediately said, "I'll go call a doctor!"
The guard was also quick-witted and pressed the call button in the ward.
Apparently, Margery was right. It would be faster to find a doctor in person. As soon as the nurse agreed to come over, Margery rushed over with the doctor.
He Xile quickly made way.
The doctor had a serious expression on his face. He stepped forward to check on Xiaotuan's current condition and kept calling Xiaotuan's name. However, Xiaotuan never opened his eyes and only mumbled a few times, sounding a little uncomfortable.
Some black blood flowed out of my ear, not much, and it has stopped now.
The doctor turned around and gave the nurse some instructions.
The nurse immediately went to get medical supplies and came over to help Xiaotuan clean his ears.
After everything was arranged, the doctor said to Margery, "Don't worry. It's just some residual blood in the ear canal. It's now draining out. We just need to clean it out. Xiaotuan hasn't fully regained consciousness yet, so don't remove the nutritional equipment yet. I'll schedule a few tests to assess her mental state. If everything looks good, she can go home once she regains consciousness."
Margery: “…Okay.”
The doctor paused, then looked up at Margery for a moment longer. A trace of sadness crossed his face, and he whispered, "I'm sorry."
Xiaotuan is lively and cheerful, very cute. Everyone in the hospital likes this little fox very much. After knowing Xiaotuan's physical condition, the atmosphere in the department became much lower. Even though they have seen many such separations and deaths, some nurses still couldn't help but wipe away their tears secretly.
The doctor sighed softly.
Margery smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay, everyone did their best."
Genetic disorders are similar to mental disorders in that they are both currently incurable diseases.
Although some experts have set up a special team to see if they can find another way, it is certainly impossible for the experts to easily succeed in solving a problem that has not been solved for thousands of years.
It’s just that Xiaotuan is Margery’s daughter, so he deliberately ignored this point, always feeling that there is still hope and salvation.
The doctor comforted Xiaotuan a few more words and went to write a prescription for him.
He Xile stepped forward again.
It's strange to say.
Every time He Xile approaches the small group, the small team's reaction will be bigger.
Margery whispered, "It seems Xiaotuan also knows that you are here, and he is very happy."
When He Xile heard this, he felt even more uncomfortable.
He sat on a stool beside the bed, watching the hospital staff busy coming in and out. He couldn't help much and could only pray in his heart that Xiaotuan would get better soon.
Finally, after the test was complete, Ma Jie Li finished his conversation with the doctor and paid the bill. Finally, he had some free time. He sat down next to He Xile and said, "I'm sorry, I asked you to come see Xiao Tuan, but I didn't treat you well..."
Margery was sweating from running around just now, and he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it with his sleeve, but soon remembered that He Xile was right next to him, he smiled awkwardly, stood up and said, "I'll go get you a glass of water."
He Xile: "No need, just let the guards go."
Maggie shook her head and insisted on pouring water for He Xile.
Afterwards, the two sat and chatted.
"What happened then?" He Xile asked. "Did the experts give a clear explanation?"
Maggie nodded. "I did. I happened to be at the scene when Xiaotuan got into trouble. I've read the report, and there's nothing wrong with the medication. It's exactly as the expert panel said. Xiaotuan's disorder is accelerating, and her body can no longer sustain it. She's still so young, so this is normal. Besides...genetic disorders are like this in the late stages. Even one more day of life is a blessing. I was mentally prepared, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."
He kept his eyes on the ground, as if recalling what happened that day.
He Xile felt a bitter feeling in his heart, as if his entire heart was soaked in salt water, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He patted the other person's shoulder: "It will be fine."
The test results came out quickly.
"Xiaotuan's condition is better than before..." The doctor stood by and talked to Margery.
He Xile listened a little and found that the two people were talking mostly in professional terms, which he couldn't understand.
He simply held up his chin and looked at Xiaotuan.
After a while, Xiaotuan was awakened by He Xile.
Her nose moved and she sniffed around as if she smelled something. She opened her eyes and looked at He Xile in a daze. Before she recognized him, she stretched out her claws to grab He Xile.
He Xile quickly held Xiaotuan's hand and turned around to say, "Xiaotuan is awake."
The doctor came over immediately to check the situation.
"Lanlan." Xiaotuan said.
He Xile was originally ready to move aside, but when he heard his own name, he hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not let go of the other person's hand.
He whispered back, "I'm here."
Following He Xile's response, the little fox in front of him opened his eyes with difficulty.
"Ah... I didn't expect it to be you. I just heard Dad's voice, and it seemed like he said you were here. I wanted to see you so much, so I tried my best to open my eyes, and finally I saw you."
Xiaotuan's tone was smiling. As she spoke, she looked at He Xile with her watery eyes. Her voice sounded intermittent, but still clear. "Did Dad tell you? I, I'm leaving soon."
He Xile: “…”
He Xile almost couldn't hold it in.
"We agreed to meet at home last time, but Xiaotuan was not up to the task and couldn't fulfill our promise." Xiaotuan rubbed He Xile's hand with his head, "Lanlan, don't blame me."
"I won't blame you."
He Xile heard himself say this.
Tears welled up, but He Xile held them back.
——Xiao Tuan didn’t cry, and He Xile couldn’t cry in front of Xiao Tuan.
The two of them talked to each other closely.
Xiaotuan also watched He Xile's live broadcast on weekdays, so she had a lot of topics to talk about. However, she was a patient after all, so she felt a little tired after chatting for a while and soon fell asleep again.
Seeing this, Guard 131 stepped forward and whispered, "Sir, His Majesty has summoned you."
He Xile nodded.
It's really getting late now.
Margery originally suggested going out for dinner, but after hearing what the guard said, he didn't stay.
——Margery is very grateful that Your Excellency has come here, but His Majesty has a bad temper and may get angry at any time. He is afraid that if Your Excellency returns late, His Majesty will blame him.
"I'll treat you to a meal when I have the chance," said Margery.
He Xile: "Okay."
He took one last look at the little girl on the bed and said, "Goodbye."
On the way back to the palace, He Xile was in a depressed mood.
The guards were a little at a loss. After looking at each other, they couldn't help but go to He Xile and comfort him. However, they had never experienced anything like this before. Even when they lost their close friends on the cruel battlefield, they mostly licked their wounds alone and treasured the memories in their hearts. So the comfort they said sounded dry and even couldn't convince themselves.
He Xile didn't want to make people around him worry.
He took a deep breath, forced back the tears, and whispered, "It's okay."
Being too empathetic doesn't seem to be a good thing.
He Xile calmed down, raised his eyes and asked, "Your Majesty, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
"You've been out for too long," the guard explained, "and it's getting dark soon."
He Xile understood.
It turned out to be an excuse for him to return to the palace as soon as possible.
But it is true.
It's getting dark now, and the giant octopus is about to start moving. If we go any later, it will be dangerous.
"Sir He Xile, the incident hasn't happened yet, so you don't have to worry too much. After all, Xiaotuan might not..." One of the guards mumbled at this point, then added, "In fact, His Majesty also has a genetic disorder—"
"147." A low chuckle.
The person who had just spoken suddenly stopped talking.
He Xile was stunned.
Huh? What?
Your Majesty... too?
He Xile's fingers subconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes. He wanted to ask more, but seeing that the guards all looked very secretive and did not look at him, he knew that they were not in a position to mention the emperor, so he did not make it difficult for them.
Along the way, the guards were very vigilant, but everyone was safe and did not encounter any giant octopuses.
When they were about to reach the palace where the new room was located, He Xile turned his head and was about to speak when he vaguely saw a dark shadow flash around the corner of a building not far away.
He frowned, realizing that it might be the giant octopus, and immediately urged, "Go back quickly, I'm already here, you guys should also find a safe place."
Woo woo.
Humans care about them, they are indeed kind and cute little things.
The guards were in a very happy mood and smiled.
"Don't worry, sir. We'll be leaving soon."
"Mr. He Xile, please come in quickly. We want to see you enter the room before we leave."
Upon hearing this, He Xile did not hesitate and walked quickly into the room.
He stood by the window and looked out, but he no longer saw the dark shadow. He only saw the guards leaving one after another.
Is it dizziness?
He Xile stayed for a while, and after making sure that there were no shadows outside, he stopped thinking about it.
Dinner was brought in by the guards.
He Xile was in a heavy mood the whole time. Even his favorite part, the food, became tasteless. In the end, he only ate a few sweet things and didn't feel like eating anymore.
"It's shameful to waste food." He Xile muttered and forced himself to eat some more.
The guards were a little worried when they saw this, but they didn't say much - some emotions needed to be digested slowly by oneself.
"Sir, go to bed early." The guard advised before leaving.
He Xile responded.
He sat alone at the table, logged into the Star Network, and stood on the virtual street in a daze, not wanting to do anything, not even to broadcast live. The street was always busy, with many people coming and going. Some of them recognized He Xile, but seeing He Xile standing there silently, they didn't feel comfortable disturbing him.
After a while, He Xile noticed everyone's gaze, gave an apologetic smile, wrote a leave note and posted it in the live broadcast room, then went offline to wash up.
At eight o'clock in the evening, He Xile was already lying flat on the bed.
Looking at the ceiling, his mind was in a mess.
Sometimes he was lying on the hospital bed, dying, but still holding the little fox with the lucky knot he gave him; sometimes he was the guard's words about His Majesty who also had a genetic disorder, and Margery's words that told him that with a genetic disorder, living one more day was a blessing.
...I have never heard Your Majesty mention this matter before.
He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
After a while, He Xile suddenly heard a dull rustling sound.
It's a bit like...
He Xile rolled over and turned his head to see a thick tentacle standing beside his bed. As if it hadn't expected He Xile to turn around so suddenly, the tentacle froze and didn't dare to move.
"Are you playing statue with me?"
He Xile's voice was a little nasal, and it sounded like he had just cried.
The tentacles became stiffer.
He Xile's sixth sense told him that the tentacles in front of him would definitely not hurt him.
He was still thinking about Xiaotuan and His Majesty, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he simply reached out and grabbed the tentacle, holding it in his arms like a baby, while instructing: "No mucus secretion allowed."
The tentacles seemed to understand.
At least when He Xile hugged the other person, he didn't feel sticky.
It's summer.
Although the palace was relatively cool, it seemed like it was about to rain. The sticky, hot air made people feel uncomfortable all over. Holding the icy, cool tentacles, He Xile couldn't help but sigh in comfort.
After a while, He Xile asked doubtfully, "Shouldn't tentacles be soft? Why are yours so hard like a stick?"
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