Chapter 509 Saka's Medicine

So after Di Jingxuan got sick again, no matter where the attack happened, she told him to lie down immediately, take the medicine, and then didn't let him move at all until the medicine had fully exerted its effect, and then let him get up an hour later.

only……

Xie Qingyan glanced at the bottle in Bai Zheng's hand. There were originally six medicines in it, but now there are only five left.

If you are lucky, these five can last for two years, if you are unlucky, you can only last for a few months.

Looking at Di Jingxuan's pale face, and the frown that he tried to relax but still faintly frowned, Xie Qingyan knew that his ventricular fibrillation had not stopped.

Xie Qingyan, who was so distressed, wiped the sweat off Di Jingxuan's face with a soft towel and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore, just a little tired, it will be fine in a while."

Xie Qingyan caressed his clenched fist, didn't speak any more, and stayed by his side so quietly.

She didn't know how uncomfortable the ventricular fibrillation was. She only knew that every time he fell ill, it would take a long time to relieve him even if he took medicine.

This man who was wounded by a gunshot, who could take out bullets without saying a word and without changing his face, would be in pain until his face was pale and pale every time he had an attack.

Xie Qingyan didn't dare to take a breath, let alone express her sadness. He just sat on the ground and quietly accompanied Di Jingxuan by his side.

The heat of the floor heating was slowly rising, making Di Jingxuan's back warm.

It was clearly spring, and he was covered with a thick blanket, but Di Jingxuan's hands were cold, and every now and then he could see his face change and let out a low groan.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the situation completely improved, Di Jingxuan's face gradually turned rosy, and his hands began to regain heat.

Xie Qingyan didn't dare to touch Di Jingxuan's pulse until she saw Di Jingxuan's complexion improving.

Every time he has an attack, because of the severe ventricular fibrillation, the heart cannot supply blood, and Di Jingxuan has no pulse for several times. And she couldn't imagine the pain without trembling.

Now that his complexion has improved significantly, he can beat 50 times a minute.

"sorry……"

Feeling the steady pulse, Xie Qingyan's eyes became wet, and her tears fell uncontrollably.

Di Jingxuan stared at his wife who was so sad that she was crying, and felt very sad.

Holding his wife's hand tightly, he comforted: "Wife, don't cry, I'm sad if you cry."

As expected, Xie Qingyan blinked a few times and quickly held back her tears.

Di Jingxuan said distressedly: "No one knows that the genius doctor will die suddenly. But she should not be the only one in this world who can cure my illness. Wife, your husband, I am blessed to be able to marry such a good wife as you. I will definitely live a hundred years."

Seeing Xie Qingyan who was extremely self-blaming, Di Jingxuan felt very sad.

At first, when Saka said that his disease could be treated, Xie Qingyan preferred conservative treatment because she was too scared when she heard about the operation.

Because in order to completely cure his disease, the whole heart must be taken out, the extracorporeal circulation machine is used to maintain vital signs, and then the deformed area at the bottom of the heart must be operated on. Even Saka told them the success rate was 80%.

And taking medicine, although it will still have attacks, and the frequency of attacks will increase with age, but as long as there is a pill to prolong life, this disease is like asthma. Although it cannot be cured, it can always save life.