Chapter 509
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Therefore, whenever Di Jingxuan had a relapse, no matter where the relapse occurred, she would ask him to lie down immediately and take the medicine. Then, she would not let him move until the medicine was fully effective. She would not let him get up until an hour later.
But …
Xie Ching-yan glanced at the bottle in Bai Zheng's hand. There were originally six pills in it, but now there were only five left.
If he was lucky, these five pills could last for two years. If he was unlucky, they could only last for a few months.
Looking at Di Jingxuan's pale face and his frowning eyebrows, Xie Ching-yan knew that his ventricular fibrillation had not stopped.
Xie Ching-yan was very distressed. She wiped the sweat off Di Jingxuan's face with a soft towel and asked, "Do you feel very uncomfortable?"
"I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. I just feel a little weak. I'll be fine after a while."
Xie Ching-yan stroked his clenched fist and did not say anything. She just quietly stayed by his side.
She did not know how uncomfortable ventricular fibrillation was. She only knew that every time he had a relapse, it would take a long time for him to recover even after taking medicine.
This person, who could take out the bullet without making a sound or changing his expression, would be in so much pain that his face turned pale every time he had a relapse.
Xie Ching-yan did not even dare to breathe, let alone show her sadness. She just sat on the ground and quietly stayed by Di Jingxuan's side.
The floor heater was slowly heating up, and Di Jingxuan's back was warm.
It was spring, and Di Jingxuan was covered with a thick blanket, but his hands were cold. From time to time, his face would change and he would let out a low groan.
It was not until half an hour later that his condition completely improved. Di Jingxuan's face gradually became rosy, and his hands began to warm up.
Xie Ching-yan did not dare to feel Di Jingxuan's pulse until she saw that his complexion had improved.
Di Jingxuan had lost his pulse several times due to the severity of the ventricular fibrillation. Even if he had a pulse, it would only beat about 30 times per minute. Furthermore, she could not imagine the pain that came from not even trembling.
Now that his complexion had improved significantly, his pulse was beating 50 times per minute.
"I'm sorry …"
Feeling the steady pulse, Xie Ching-yan's eyes became moist, and she could no longer control her tears.
Di Jingxuan looked at his wife, who was sobbing uncontrollably. He was also very sad.
He held his wife's hand tightly and comforted her, "Honey, don't cry. I'll be sad if you cry."
As expected, Xie Ching-yan blinked a few times and quickly held back her tears.
Di Jingxuan said with heartache, "No one knew that the godly doctor would suddenly pass away. However, she shouldn't be the only one in this world who can cure me. Honey, your husband is very lucky to be able to marry such a good wife like you. I'll definitely live a long life. "
Looking at Xie Ching-yan who was full of self-blame, Di Jingxuan felt very sad.
When Saka said that she could cure his disease, Xie Ching-yan was too scared to listen to the surgery process, so she preferred conservative treatment.
This was because in order to completely cure his disease, they had to take out his heart and use an extracorporeal circulator to maintain his vital signs. Then, they had to perform surgery on the deformed area at the bottom of his heart. Even Saka told them that the success rate was 80%.
Even if he took medicine, the frequency of the relapse would increase as he grew older. However, as long as he had the medicine to prolong his life, this disease was like asthma. Although it could not be cured completely, it could keep him alive.
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