Two days before the high school entrance examination, Song Xuan decided to go back to City A with Yang Zimei to face Lin Qingmei.
Lin Qingmei is currently in the difficult period of pregnancy. She suffers from leg cramps every night when she goes to bed. Song Xuan is not around, so there is no one to help her beat her legs.
Although Lin Qingmei didn't complain at all on the phone, Song Xuan's heart couldn't help but throb when he heard what she said.
Now, he has passed the critical period. According to the doctor and Yang Zimei, as long as the treatment continues and there are no accidents, he can gradually get better.
Moreover, he would not tell Lin Qingmei that he had blood cancer, it was just a common disease that required Yang Zimei's daily treatment.
Saying goodbye to Zeng Tianhua and Zeng Sihui, Yang Zimei packed up her things and drove Song Xuanzhenzi Lianyi back.
The journey was smooth and nothing happened. In order to take care of Song Xuan, Yang Zimei drove slowly for eight hours before returning to City A.
From an international big city like Guangyuan, to facing the small, dirty and messy small county city A, Yang Zimei felt as if she was in another world, but she felt more familiar.
Song Xuan can be said to have returned home like an arrow.
Yang Zimei sent him to Brunei Street.
Before he came back, he didn't notify Lin Qingmei in advance, he just wanted to give her a surprise.
Lin Qingmei is sitting on the wicker chair that he usually likes to sit on. She has a big belly and is doing embroidery on the child's bellyband, with a quiet expression.
"Qingmei——"
Song Xuan couldn't wait to step forward and called softly.
Lin Qingmei's hand trembled, and then she let out a small ouch, and her finger was pricked by an embroidery needle.
She raised her head, looked at Song Xuan excitedly, and wanted to stand up.
Song Xuan stepped forward, held her waist, and painfully took her pricked and bleeding finger into his mouth.
In full view of everyone, Lin Qingmei was both shy and happy, pouting slightly, "You're back, why didn't you call in advance?"
Song Xuan hugged her into his arms and said nothing.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Yang Zimei's eyes were wet.
Fortunately, she has the ability to save Mr. Song in this life.
Lin Qingmei broke away from his arms, looked at him carefully, and reached out to touch his cheek with heartache, "Why have you become so thin?"
She reached out to take off the hat that was used to cover Song Xuan's hair loss, but Song Xuan stopped her.
"Qingmei, let's talk after we go in."
Lin Qingmei nodded with a heavy heart.
When she hugged Song Xuan just now, she felt that he seemed too thin and his breath was weak.
Coupled with the fact that Yang Zimei was beside her with a worried look on her face, she had to suspect that Song Xuan was sick.
Yang Zimei followed Song Xuan and Lin Qingmei into the courtyard and sat down.
"Song Xuan, Xiaomei, what happened? Why did Song Xuan become so thin? Did he get some serious illness in Guangyuan?"
Lin Qingmei asked anxiously.
Song Xuan held her hand tightly and asked her to sit down quietly, "Don't be anxious, I am seriously ill, but with Xiaomei's treatment, I will be fine soon."
"What kind of sickness is this?"
"Hemolytic disease, an increase in white blood cells and a decrease in red blood cells. However, this is no longer a problem. Xiaomei has been undergoing acupuncture for a period of time and has controlled the growth of white blood cells."
Song Xuan explained.
"Is it blood cancer?"
Lin Qingmei asked with a heavy heart.
"No, it will get better soon. Sister Qingmei, don't worry, I just need to give Song Xuan acupuncture for a few more days, and he will be completely fine."