My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

Qiu Xing.

...And Mu Zhouyi!

Don't let Mu Zhouyi meet Qiu Xing!

Xie Yang was suddenly sober and wanted to call out Qiu Xing, but his throat was so dry that he could only make some breath. The voice outside the door continued, and Mu Zhouyi was not driven away.

He sat up sturdily, pulled the needle from the back of his hand, got out of bed barefoot, and walked towards the door of the ward.

Mu Zhouyi cannot be met with Qiu Xing.

This direct contact with Mu Zhouyi made him completely determine one thing. Mu Zhouyi's golden finger will directly affect the human brain after contact. If it is classified as a power, then it will definitely belong to the mind control power.

All mental control abilities have more or less negative effects on the human brain. Healthy people may not be really hurt by this negative impact, but Qiu Xing has a terminal illness, and the source of the terminal illness is still in the brain. He is not sure when a person with a malignant tumor in his brain is being used for mental control After the ability, will the condition get worse?

It is true that Qiu Xing in the original book suddenly became worse after starting frequent contact with the hostess.

Don't let Qiu Xing...

"Sorry... This is the character biography that Director Xu Heng asked me to pass to Xie Yang. Look at Mr. Qiu..."

"give it to me."

In sight, Qiu Xing seemed to reach out to Mu Zhouyi.

Xie Yang didn't know where he exploded his strength. He just braced his soft body and rushed to the door a few steps. He pulled back Qiu Xing's hand extended to Mu Zhouyi and turned to face Qiu Xing's shoulder. , Blocking Qiu Xing with his own body, looking back at Mu Zhouyi, squeezing out his voice: "Who made you come?"

Mu Zhouyi's outstretched hand fell empty, staring at Xie Yang stunned, his eyes swept over Xie Yang and Qiu Xing at this time in an ambiguous posture, his mouth wide open, speechless.

"Don't you like Feng Qinglin? Go and concentrate on him, don't touch me, get out!"

Xie Yang took away the character biography in Mu Zhouyi's hand, pushed Qiu Xing two steps in, slammed the door of the ward, and then frowned at Qiu Xing. He wanted to tell Qiu Xing not to see all the messy people. However, the feeling of dizziness came suddenly, and he quickly tightened his hands on Qiu Xing and put his head on Qiu Xing's shoulder in discomfort.

Qiu Xing froze from being embraced by Xie Yangla. At this moment he finally moved, looked down at his head on the shoulder, hesitantly, carefully, a little unaccustomed, put his hand on Jie Yang's back, and supported his body.

A body temperature higher than normal came from a layer of sick clothes, and there was a breath blowing around his neck... Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang and asked, "Xie Yang, what is... your person?"

Xie Yang's brain was burning so hot that he didn't hear the voice of Qiu Xing at all. The core of the power fluctuated from place to place, and his breathing became short, and he couldn't help tightening his hand against Qiu Xing again.

The shoulder was caught sorely, Qiu Xing frowned, realized that it was wrong, and reached out to Xie Yang's face, the temperature of the tentacle was abnormally high, and his expression changed. He drove the person back to bed and rang the call bell at the head of the bed.

As soon as Xie Yang went to bed, he curled up and raised his hand to hold his head.

The action of pressing the head stimulated Qiu Xing, and his expression became very terrifying. He pulled away Yang Yang's hand and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Yang's consciousness is no longer sober.

"What the **** is wrong with you!" Qiu Xing's voice increased. After seeing Yang for a while, he took a deep breath and turned his back into his arms. He shouted toward the door of the ward. "Doctor! Why hasn't it! "

The world became psychedelic and gorgeous, Xie Yang opened his eyes hard, saw Qiu Xing's gloomy and tense face in a distorted picture, reached out and patted Qiu Xing's body comfortably, closed his eyes and fainted again.

When I woke up again, the heat of my body had completely dropped, and the core of power that grew deep in the brain was quietly running, eager for the presence of power. The body is unprecedentedly relaxed and the five senses are clear and sharp.

The light in the room was a bit dim, Xie Yang rolled his eyes and looked in the direction of another breath in the room.

Qiu Xing sat on the sofa in the ward, his eyes hidden in the shadows, his face pale, his lips dark, his eyes gloomy, like a dead ghost.

"Xie Yang, you are really good."

Qiu Xing spoke, his voice low and dumb, with a touch of danger in his dull tone.

"I didn't answer my phone on the first day of my business trip, I almost stayed up late, and I just went to the hospital the next day. When I went to the hospital, I didn't stop. The fever was repeated, and I couldn't find out the reason. , You said should I take a chain to tie you up?"

Xie Yang propped himself up to sit up and stared at Qiu Xing for a while, saying, "I'm hungry."

Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang expressionlessly, with deep emotions rolling in his eyes.

"I still want to go to the toilet and take a bath."

Qiu Xing still didn't move.

"Sorry."

Qiu Xing closed his eyes with his head, got up and walked to the bed to hug Xie Yang out of the bed, almost half-strained Xie Yang into the bathroom, and placed him in front of the toilet.

Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing: "You want to see?"

Qiu Xingyin turned away with his face.

"Aren't you going out?"

"Come on!"

Xie Yang unbuttoned his trouser belt, flushed after finishing, turned back to Qiu Xing's back and said: "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to continue to wait here?"

Qiu Xing turned around, looked at Xie Yang, and sneered: "Xie Yang, do you still have a heart? Once closed from the ghost door, you have to eat and take a bath when you wake up, you are—"

Xie Yang took a step forward to hug Qiu Xing and patted Qiu Xing's back gently.

Qiu Xing instantly silenced his lips, his lips tightly squeezed.

"I'm glad to see you at first glance. Qiu Xing, this time it was just an accident. I will be healthy and healthy to one hundred years old, I promise."

Qiu Xing turned his head.

"thank you."

"..."

Qiu Xing finally raised his hand, held Xie Yang's back in a virtual state, stayed for a second, and suddenly quickly lifted and held Xie Yang's shoulders, pushing Xie Yang away, saying, "You can only wash for five minutes. Don't leave this ward in the future." After that, he turned and left the bathroom, and took the bathroom door.

Xie Yang looked at the door for a while and smiled.

"Also, you will live for a hundred years."

...

Xie Yang took a bath at the fastest speed of his life, and was too late to dry the body. He wrapped the bath towel and opened the bathroom door.

A large blanket wrapped around him.

Qiu Xing sternly shrugged and said, "Change clothes and eat."

Xie Yang moved his arm and couldn't move. He was trying hard to wrap his hatred: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. You're wrapped too tightly. I can't move."

Qiu Xing acted, and frowned to loosen the big blanket, rubbing Xie Yang's upper body like a wood rubbing, and then throwing away the blanket and taking out a plush bathrobe for Xie Yang to put on, then bent over from the cabinet. Take out the hair dryer and say, "Go brush your teeth."

Xie Yang obeyed.

Qiu Xing plugged the hair dryer and stood behind him while blowing his hair while brushing his teeth. His movements were unexpectedly gentle.

Xie Yang smiled at Qiu Xing through the mirror.

"Laughing, are you stupid."

Xie Yang shook his head, continued to brush his teeth, looked at himself in the mirror, paused, and suddenly found that his appearance had changed a little.

The original owner's body is similar to his original appearance, but in the end it is only similar, not exactly the same as his original appearance. There is always a difference of one or two. But now, that little difference seems to be blurring slowly.

Both the original owner and him belong to the Qingjun type, but the original owner's facial features and temperament are more moderate, and his is more aggressive. With the same eye shape, his eye tail is better than that of the original master, and his face is sharper. In fact, even his height is higher than the original master by a few centimeters. He didn't like looking in the mirror and paying attention to his present appearance because of this difference. But now...

Xie Yang touched the end of his eyes, then looked at Qiu Xing through the mirror, and spit out the toothpaste foam, said: "I seem to have grown taller."

Qiu Xingwen Yan looked at the mirror, contacted Xie Yang's line of sight, and immediately frowned to avoid it. He pressed Xie Yang's head with his hair disheveled and turned off the hair dryer. Blow up and go out to eat soon."

Obviously it is not hair.

Xie Yang rinsed the bubbles and deliberately threw a few drops of water onto Qiu Xing.

Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang with a black face and said nothing. He walked out of the bathroom first.

...

When eating, Xie Yang realized that he had been in a coma for almost three days. During these three days, Qiu Xing had been staying in the ward.

"So you came over as soon as you received a call from Wu Shui?"

Qiu Xing answered the question: "That Mu Zhouyi will call you every day, and today I even found it directly."

Xie Yang saw that Qiu Xing's expression began to be wrong again, explaining: "I told Wu Shui to only tell Director Xu Heng about my illness, and no one should visit him."

Qiu Xing coldly said: "Everyone lives in a hotel. Who do you think you can hide? What's the matter with Mu Zhouyi, you know her well?"

"Unfamiliar."

"She doesn't know you so much about you?"

"It's probably that she was arrogant. Hearing my phone that you answered, I want to come over and seduce you."

"..."

Qiu Xing frowned at Xie Yang.

Xie Yang calmed down to drink porridge: "Don’t underestimate the charm of power and money. It seems that Mu Zhouyi likes to be close to people with money, power, and status, but also attracts people. But this is just my guess, maybe she just wants to To please you and me, and to pave the way for marrying into the wealthy. She confessed to me that she likes Feng Qinglin. Congratulations, you are about to get a troubled nephew's wife."

"...I don't think anyone is in trouble with you." Qiu Xing's frowned frowned, his expression a little more beautiful, and pushed Xiaocai in front of Xie Yang. "Relax, I will never have such a nephew-in-law." ."

Xie Yang raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to beat Yuanyang?"

Qiu Xing did not answer.

...

In the middle of the night, Xie Yang opened his eyes, glanced at Qiu Xing, who was sleeping on the bed next to him, lightly moved to sit up, and reached out and touched the bouquet that was inserted on the bedside table.

The pure vegetation breath spreads along the fingertips towards the body, the power core moves swiftly, and the newborn power flows out, entangles the vegetation breath, blends, combs, removes impurities, absorbs, and then feeds back to the vegetation, forming a cycle.

The scent of flowers in the ward suddenly became intense.

Xie Yang withdrew his hand in time.

The original lord's physique is slightly different from his. His awakening is pure power. Unlike the power of his previous life, in addition to purification, it is also very corrosive and aggressive.

Not bad.

He lowered his hand and glanced at Qiu Xing on the nursing bed again. He quietly touched the bed and looked at the expression of Qiu Xing who was still asleep even when he was asleep. He squatted down and covered Qiu Xing's hand on the quilt.

The power has just awakened, the storage capacity is too small, and the level is not high. If you want to help Qiu Xing, you can only...

"What do you do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Xie Yang let out a trace of power at his fingertips and shrank back. He lifted his eyes to Qiu Xing's open eyes and silenced, saying, "I'm actually sleeping."