Ever since then, whenever Di Jingxuan had an episode, she would always put him on the ground immediately, no matter where they were. Then, she would get him to remain in the same position until the pills were working, only allowing him to get up after an hour.
However…
Xie Qingyan looked at the bottle that Bai Zheng was holding onto and realized that there were only 5 left.
If they were lucky, these 5 pills would last them for 2 years. Otherwise, it would only last them for a few more months.
She looked at Di Jingxuan, who was still frowning, even when he was trying his best not to. Xie Qingyan knew that his arrhythmias had not stopped.
Xie Qingyan was heartbroken. She picked up the towel and gently wiped off the sweat that covered his face.
“Is it very uncomfortable?”
“Not anymore. I just feel a little tired. It’ll get better.
Xie Qingyan held onto his hands, which were now clenched into a fist. She didn’t say another word and just sat by his side quietly.
She might not know how uncomfortable it may be to have an attack, but she knew that he needed a long time to recover every time he had an episode, even if he had already taken the medicine.
This man, who never made a sound even when he was removing a bullet from his body, would turn ghastly pale and frown whenever he got an episode.
Xie Qingyan held her breath, trying her best not to show how worried she was. She sat on the floor with him and patiently accompanied him.
The warmer was starting to heat up and it really warmed up Di Jingxuan’s back.
It was already spring and there was a thick mat placed over him, but Di Jingxuan’s hands were still freezing cold. The expression on his face kept changing and he would groan once in a while.
About half an hour later, his condition had finally recovered. Di Jingxuan’s complexion got better and his hands were getting warmer.
Xie Qingyan only dared to feel his pulse after seeing how Di Jingxuan was looking much better.
Each time he had an episode, his heart would not have enough blood supply because of the fibrillations. There were a few times where Di Jingxuan did not have a pulse. His pulse would only be about 30 beats per minute every time he had an episode. The torture Xie Qingyan felt whenever she couldn’t feel a pulse was unimaginable.
Now that he was finally looking better, his pulse would be at least 50 beats per minute.
“I’m sorry…”
After feeling his steady pulse, there were tears in her eyes and they were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Di Jingxuan looked at his wife, who was sobbing, and was devastated as well.
He grabbed onto his wife’s hand and comforted her, “Dear, please don’t cry. I’ll be sad if you do.”
With that said, Xie Qingyan blinked a few times and stopped herself from crying further.
Di Jingxuan said with a depressed tone, “Who would have expected the genius doctor to pass away at such a young age? But I am sure that she isn’t the only one who can save me. Dear, your husband is a lucky man since I am fortunate enough to have you as my wife. I will definitely live a long life.”
When he saw how Xie Qingyan was blaming herself, Di Jingxuan felt bad.
Long ago, Saka had told them that there was a way for them to treat his condition, but Xie Qingyan got afraid when she heard the procedure and immediately refused it.
This was because, in order to cure his condition, they would have to remove his heart and put him on a bypass machine. Then, they would fix his distorted heart, which had been removed. Even if it was Saka doing it, there was only a 80% success rate.
As for the conservative treatment, which were the pills, he might get episodes. These episodes would become more frequent as he grew older, but he would still be alive as long as he had the pills. His condition was like asthma. There was no cure to it, but you could continue to live with the drug.
