Chapter 117 Exclusive (117) 1st update. …

The door of the ward was closed from the inside. After Gu Xianzhi came back from sending the doctor away, he just happened to see Shen Qingyue lifting the quilt and preparing to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Gu Xianzhi walked up to him.

Shen Qingyue stood on the ground in her plush cotton slippers, shook the form in her hand, and gestured to him with a smile: "I've signed it. I'll send it over now."

He had a rough idea when he was reading relevant information. Although mechanical surgery also requires taking anticoagulants for half a year and is much more expensive, in comparison, manual surgery has a high probability of requiring a second surgery ten or more years later.

What the doctor said today made him firm in his choice once again, so there was no need to hesitate.

Gu Xianzhi took a closer look and had no objection. He held Shen Qingyue's hand and said, "Then I'll go with you."

"Yeah." Shen Qingyue agreed and went out with him.

After handing him the form, the nurse gave him something similar to a popular science version of the informed consent form. The first half used terminology to explain the cause of the disease and the general process of the operation, and the second half contained some precautions.

Before leaving, the nurse also emphasized the preoperative preparations of fasting and no drinking water. No food before 7 o'clock tonight, and no drinking water before 8 o'clock.

"Try to eat liquid food during the day. Is there anything you want to eat?" Gu Xizhijin remembered the nurse's words and walked to the ward with Shen Qingyue.

Shen Qingyue thought about it, then leaned half of her body on him, and said listlessly: "Just eat something, I'm not that hungry."

Gu Xizhi also agreed quickly: "Okay."

Although it was just a random order, Shen Qingyue ordered almost all of her favorite porridge, soup, and various light and easy-to-digest foods.

Shen Qingyue ate some of the food carefully. After he finished, he felt dizzy. He stood in front of the window for a while to enjoy the scenery and then went back to bed.

Thinking that he would not be able to wash his hair or take a bath for several days after the operation, they finished dinner early. Shen Qingyue wanted to take a bath, so Gu Xunzhi went out to get him a new hospital gown. When he came back, the sound of water in the bathroom had been heard for a while.

"Xiaoqing, do you need my help?" Gu Xizhi called him from outside holding clothes.

Through the sound of the door and the water, Shen Qingyue's voice still sounded like a hint of laughter: "Are you serious about helping me?"

"It's hard to say." Gu Xizhi also spoke up to respond to him, and sure enough, he heard a few faint laughs from the bathroom again.

He leaned over and put the clothes on the rack by the door: "Put the clothes by the door first."

"Okay." Shen Qingyue responded towards the outside and continued to apply shower gel on his body.

He seemed to have lost some weight recently, and even his belly, which originally had some flesh, became flatter. His skin was paler than when he was sick, probably because he had not been in the sun for a long time.

Shen Qingyue rubbed bubbles on his body with his hands and wiped half of the half-length mirror in front of him that was shrouded in mist. His current appearance was instantly reflected in the mirror.

In the hospital's bathroom, the shower head and sink are facing each other, and there is a shelf for bathing supplies on the sink, so I can now look in the mirror while washing.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingyue shook his head, discarded some inexplicable thoughts, and observed himself carefully.

In addition to his skin, which was pale due to illness and lack of sunlight, his chest and shoulders below the neck were all pink due to the hot water.

Hmm? It looks pretty good.

He took out his cell phone from the shelf and took several photos of himself in the mirror, which was becoming blurry.

After all, surgery will leave scars on the chest, waist and inner thighs. He has seen other people's scars, which are not long, but the dark red scars always look a little ugly, especially on his own body.

After taking a shower, Gu Xianzhi was sitting by the window, answering work emails on the computer. Shen Qingyue didn't want to disturb him, but he stopped when he heard the noise: "Are you done with the shower?"

"Well, what are you doing?" Shen Qingyue wiped his hair with a towel. He wiped it a little casually, making the black hair, which was originally smooth after washing, fluffy and messy.

Gu Xianzhi typed the last few lines and said, "Let's finalize the plan for the company's winter series of new makeup product launch."

"What product? Is there anything I can use?" Shen Qingyue asked jokingly, hanging up the half-wet towel aside.

Gu Xizhi turned his head to look at him, and seemed to have really thought about the feasibility: "Maybe both are possible."

After he finished replying to the email and turned off the computer, Shen Qingyue just returned to the bed and sat down. The warm air from the air conditioner blew towards him from above his head, and his hair, which was originally wet, was now mostly dry.

"Xiaoqing, give me a kiss." Gu Yinzhi sat down on the edge of the bed, put his arms around the woman's waist and pulled her into his arms.

Shen Qingyue was a little itchy because of him. He smiled and shrunk his neck to avoid him. As a result, he turned his head and leaned firmly against Gu Xizhi's chest. He was caught and kissed on the cheek and was still laughing: "Hahaha, so anxious?"

Gu Xianzhi did not answer. Instead, he kissed his forehead, cheeks, lip corners and mouth all at once. He did it all in passing, except that the kiss lasted a little longer.

"Do you know what you just did?" Shen Qingyue's lips were a beautiful pink. She leaned against the head of the bed, one hand on her temple, and stared at him lazily with her head tilted.

Gu Xianzhi also lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Like what?"

“It’s like stamping my face.”

As Shen Qingyue spoke, he began to laugh. He pointed at his face and said, "It's covered everywhere."

Gu Xizhi also curled his lips and asked him with a smile: "Do you want to build it back?"

"No." Shen Qingyue first thought of what happened in the cloakroom last time when Gu Xianzhi asked him this question, and refused without thinking.

But as soon as he said this, he blinked and paused for a moment: "Okay, but I have to try a different approach."

"Change what?" Gu Xianzhi asked.

The person who was leaning casually on the bed suddenly sat up. Shen Qingyue lifted the quilt, lifted the white, slender legs under the loose hospital gown, and pressed them heavily on Gu Xunzhi's lower abdomen.

Feeling Gu Xunzhi's body tense up suddenly, he snorted and laughed, his eyes were cunning and provocative like a little fox: "Like this."

"Do you like it?" He pressed and rubbed, the force of his feet gradually increasing from light to heavy. The light blue crisscrossing blood vessels were clearly visible under the white, almost transparent skin, and the slightly protruding ankle bone was a bright red color that could not be ignored.

The place where Gu Xunzhi was stepped on was still tense, and his eyes were deep, but the next second, the tone of his voice was no different: "Of course."

He lowered his head slightly, and easily circled the ankle of the foot that was torturing him more and more violently. Then, under Shen Qingyue's gaze that went from curiosity to surprise, he leaned over and left a shallow tooth mark on his white ankle.

"Ah, you bit me again."

Shen Qingyue retracted his legs as if he had been electrocuted and wrapped most of his body in the quilt, but the blush that quietly appeared on the tips of his ears betrayed his true reaction.

Gu Xianzhi reached out and played with Shen Qingyue's hair. The hot wind from the top of his head continued to blow, and it was almost completely dry now. He said slowly: "Well, I'll bite you."

"Go." Shen Qingyue smiled and pushed him with his hand, then huddled deeper into the quilt.

It was already dark outside. It had been extremely cloudy these past two days. He rubbed his eyes and said in a gentle voice, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Go to sleep if you're tired." said Gu Xizhi.

Shen Qingyue looked at him lazily while resting his head on the pillow: "What about you?"

Gu Tanzhi simply tidied up the bedding that had just been messed up by their actions: "I'll go to sleep soon."

The air pressure was low, and the room was warm and not very breathable. After wrapping himself in the quilt for a while, Shen Qingyue's breathing gradually became steady.

After making sure that the person was asleep, Gu Xianzhi took his things and went into the bathroom. He adjusted the water to a slightly cooler temperature, and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the close-fitting underwear that Shen Qingyue had taken off after taking a shower tonight.

He stood there, took a closer look, and then took the clothes out of the basket.

*

Shen Qingyue's surgery was the first one of the day. After getting up in the morning and signing the usual check-up, the nurse came over in a wheelchair to pick him up.

Although he felt that he didn't need a wheelchair to move around, Shen Qingyue still got in one obediently and was pushed all the way to the elevator for surgery. It was a bit cold on the way, or maybe it was because it was too quiet around him.

Gu Tan didn't say a word all the way, just holding Shen Qingyue's slightly cool palm, until he squatted beside the wheelchair in front of the operating room door: "I'll wait for you here."

"Okay." Shen Qingyue bent his fingers and hooked his palm, then he raised his lips and hooked his as well.

"Mr. Shen, it's time for us to go in." The nurse reminded.

Shen Qingyue said yes and exchanged

The temperature in the preparation room was cooler than outside. Shen Qingyue was wearing nothing but a loose hospital gown. He rubbed his cold arms, followed the nurse's instructions, got out of the wheelchair, and changed into slippers.

"The operating room is inside. You can go in now." The middle-aged male nurse announced. Shen Qingyue nodded, thanked him, and walked inside.

Six or seven doctors in sterile gowns and blue surgical caps were already making preoperative preparations. As soon as Shen Qingyue walked over, a female doctor greeted him, confirmed his identity, and arranged for him to lie on the operating table in the center.

Not long after lying down, a thick indwelling needle was inserted into the side of the wrist. The needle hidden under the cannula was very thick and it was very painful when it was inserted. Shen Qingyue was not mentally prepared and was forced to shed a few tears.

"Don't be nervous, just lie down and relax, and breathe steadily."

The anesthesiologist gently placed a breathing mask on his face and asked with a smile as if he was coaxing a child: "Guess how many counts you can hold?"

"How many...?"

Shen Qingyue was stunned for a moment. The cold white light of the operating room made him squint. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he was instantly enveloped by a strong sleepiness and fell asleep.