After Marrying the Villain, I Became Popular

After Xia Yang left, Xia Wan stood below for a while.

He calmed down, read the diagnosis sheet again, and went online to understand the indicators that he did not understand in immunohistochemistry.

According to the experience of the previous life, he has a general understanding of Xia Chengzhang's condition.

After that, he downloaded the medical APP familiarly, found a more authoritative expert in lung cancer in China, and sent Xia Chengzhang's information.

After doing this, he lifted his feet upstairs again.

The chess game upstairs is over, Xia Chengzhang is talking to Zhang Ruicheng while he is working, and the expressions of both of them are slightly solemn.

When they heard the door open, they both looked over.

"Isn't it asking you to go down to get the fruit?" Zhang Ruicheng asked when Xia Wan was empty-handed.

"I said two words, but I forgot." Xia Wan smiled.

"This child," Xia Chengzhang said, "is always lost."

Xia Wan accompanies her to joke and laugh without asking anything.

It wasn't until night when Zhang Ruicheng's nephew Zhang Nan came to pick him up, and he took the initiative to stand up, "I'll send Uncle Zhang down."

Zhang Nan's car was parked not far downstairs, with double flashing, Xia Wan couldn't see the situation in the car, and only raised his hand to say hello.

Zhang Ruicheng came here, and most of them were picked up by Zhang Nan. Parking is not easy in the old community, so Zhang Nan rarely went up together. In my memory, I saw him once or twice in Xia Wan. Calm young man.

"Zhang ♂ Crazy Tweet Uncle," Xia Wan accompanied Zhang Ruicheng to the car, "What's my father's illness?"

Although he knew there was little hope, he still held some hope all day, hoping that Xia Yang was lying to him, and that everything was a false alarm.

But the expression on Zhang Ruicheng's face made his little hope instantly dashed.

"Son, how did you know." Zhang Ruicheng asked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Is that true?" Xia Wan asked softly.

Zhang Ruicheng nodded.

Xia Chengzhang has been diagnosed for a while, and there is metastasis, but fortunately, it is not the most aggressive type. The plan given by the doctor is to chemotherapy first, and then see if he can win the opportunity for surgery.

"Your dad doesn't want you to know," Zhang Ruicheng said in a low voice, "He wants you to be happy, and the most important thing is not to be swayed over there because of this disease."

Xia Wan knew that he was talking about Xia Chenglin and Xia Yang.

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"Where did my dad get the money for seeing a doctor?" Xia Wan wondered, he knew the family's financial situation, and it was not enough to support Xia Chengzhang's treatment.

"You just go to school well," Zhang Ruicheng said, "don't worry about other things, your dad can still see a doctor now."

"Did you help pay in advance?" Xia Wan thought for a while, "Then write down the account, and I will pay you back slowly."

Zhang Ruicheng sighed: "I did something wrong to your father when I was young, and now I can do what I can to atone for it."

He said and waved his hand: "Your dad doesn't want you to know, so don't say anything to reassure him, and I'm here to help."

Xia Wan nodded, seeing Zhang Ruicheng getting into the car, the tip of his nose was slightly sour.

Fortunately, the experts who consulted online at night gave the answer.

Xia Chengzhang's condition is not too bad, if he can win the opportunity for surgery, the five-year survival rate can be above 50%.

This reply gave Xia Wan a boost, and he sent Xia Chengzhang's current treatment plan. standard treatment regimen.

On the evening of Xia Xia, I really felt at ease.

He picked up his mobile phone, and after a moment of hesitation, he sent a message to Huo Yu: [Big bowl of sweet tea: Are you free to meet in the next two days? 】

I thought it was very late, and Huo Yu might not be able to reply, but I didn't expect the other party to reply quite quickly: [Huo Yu: I have time on Monday afternoon. 】

【Big bowl of sweet tea: Let’s have dinner together on Monday? 】

[Huo Yu: Good. 】

Xia Wan paused for a moment, then tapped her fingertips on the screen: [Big bowl of sweet tea: Good night. 】

The phone vibrated beside the pillow, I thought it was Huo Yu's reply, but Xia Wan picked it up, but unexpectedly it was Su Tang.

[Xiaotiantangguo: Baoer, you are on fire, do you know? 】

Summer evening: ?

He has only been wearing it for a few days, so where is he going?

【Little Sweet Tangguo: Many people like your painting. 】

Draw? Xia Wan was a little puzzled. After a while, he remembered that he had indeed uploaded a painting to a video website.

However, he learned about Xia Chengzhang's condition from Xia Yang not long after it was passed on. How could he still care about that painting?

Xia Chengzhang's cough was faintly heard in his ears, and Xia Wan listened to it for a while, until it was quiet before opening the video website.

The painting did not do any special treatment, only a simple piece of music, but the following comments have exceeded 500, almost every one is a compliment, and the previous single-digit fans also It quickly turned into three figures.

Xia Wan was a little surprised, but I didn't expect that the works I just painted could be loved by so many people.

He always knew that he was good at painting, even his mother said that God closed the door for his health, but opened a window for him elsewhere.

It's just that he hasn't published his work before, this is his first time.

He used to think that he was a waste, but at this moment, he knew from this little satisfaction that he could actually be very useful.

A cup of coffee has bottomed out, but the person waiting has not come.

Huo Yu tapped on the desktop slightly impatiently, and turned his head to look out the window.

It was dinner time, and the young couples snuggled up in twos and threes to dine out, but Xia Wan was alone.

He raised his wrist to check the time, then clicked on the communication software.

Xia Wan's avatar lay quietly in the front of the address book, a cute Pikachu looking up at him with a big smile.

It is a bit similar to Xia Wan when she looked up at herself, her eyes were slightly curved or wide open, soft and not aggressive.

Huo Yudu took a moment to open the dialog box and enter information in it.

[Huo Yu: Fifteen minutes have passed since the appointed time. 】

As soon as the message was sent, the phone rang in the palm of my hand.

"Huo Yu." The voice on the phone was not Xia Wan, but Shen Yan. Huo Yu finally softened his brows with a trace of impatience.

"Why are you calling me now?" he asked casually, his eyes swept out the window again.

The opposite side seemed to be stunned for a moment: "I usually called you and didn't say to make an appointment."

Huo Yu took his eyes back and hooked his lips in a funny way: "I was waiting for someone, I thought it was him."

"Oh~," Shen Yan lengthened his voice deliberately, "Are you waiting for the summer evening?"

"Hmm." Huo Yu didn't deny it.

"I heard that you brought him back to Huo's house?" Shen Yan asked gossip, "You don't really care, do you?"

"Perhaps." Huo Yu replied casually.

He didn't plan to tell anyone about Xia Wan, including Shen Yan.

Firstly, this kind of thing is not good for Xia Wan's reputation, and secondly, as long as a third person knows about it, a fourth person will inevitably know about it.

"No way, brother, you're a blockbuster if you don't speak up." Shen Yan exaggeratedly said.

"What?" Huo Yu asked, "Do you have an opinion?"

"How dare I?" Shen Yan said, "I just think your family backgrounds are unworthy. Otherwise, can Huo Lin get engaged to Qiu Qi?"

"What family background do I have?" Huo Yu asked indifferently, and then said, "If there is nothing serious, hang up."

"Don't," Shen Yan finally said business affairs, "The financial statements of Shenzhou and Langqiao have been sent to your mailbox, and there are also plans for several new projects. Sign it for me."

"Got it." Huo Yu said, then hung up the phone.

There is indeed a small envelope prompt on the screen, but there is no reply from Xia Wan.

Huo Yu thought for a moment, then clicked on the mailbox.

He was attentive as he read the document, not raising his eyes until he heard the door open.

Huo Yu's eyes turned cold, and he quietly turned off the phone screen: "Who let you in?"

"I don't mean anything else," Sun Baijiang stood by the door, his fingertips turning white while pinching the brim of his baseball cap, "I just saw your car and wanted to come over and say hello. "

"Have you finished your greeting?" Huo Yu leaned back, raised his face slightly, and made a forceful "Can you go out?"

"Xiaoyu." Sun Baijiang didn't go out, but pulled up a chair and sat opposite Huo Yu. He looked at Huo Yu, and there was a ray of undetectable pain in his eyes, "You Are you waiting for the summer evening?"

"Who am I waiting for is none of your business?" Huo Yu looked at him indifferently.

"I just care about you," Sun Baijiang lowered his voice, "don't be with him that summer evening."

"What's your business?" Huo Yu said that, without a trace of warmth in his eyes, "Also, I can't bear your concern."

The brim of the hat was pinched and deformed between Sun Baijiang's fingers. He has stood on the stage countless times, even in the face of thousands of audiences. But nervous to the point of incoherence.

"I heard that you brought Xia Wan back to Huo's house yesterday. You know, Uncle Huo will definitely not agree." Sun Baijiang continued to speak as if afraid of Huo Yu's interruption. "Let's not talk about his time with Huo Lin, his motives with Huo Lin are not pure, he is not suitable for you, and I have heard others say that when he was with Huo Lin, he was very attached to him. If it wasn't for Huo Lin's engagement, there would be no I can't shake it off..."

"Sun Baijiang." Huo Yu warned coldly, "Xia Wan is the person I love, no matter what he is, he is much cleaner and nobler than you."

Sun Baijiang paused and pursed his lips.

Knowing that he came here to bring humiliation, but he still came and was already prepared.

"You came here to say these words?" Huo Yu smiled lightly, knocked on a cigarette, lowered his head and lit it, "Let's go when you're done? Go to your Uncle Huo and return."

Sun Baijiang was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant, and his face turned pale.

"I didn't follow you," he said. "My agent's child is studying here, and I just happened to see your car when I came with her."

"It doesn't matter." Huo Yu said, tilting his head and exhaling a puff of white smoke, "How are you, I don't care at all."

Sun Baijiang is like a wisp of white smoke, in his heart, it has already disappeared.

The door was pushed open again, Xia Wan panted and leaned over the handle.

Originally made an appointment with Huo Yu to meet here, but it was still early after class, so he took the time to look up various cases and treatment plans similar to Xia Chengzhang on the Internet, and then to the follow-up recovery situation, You can see God in this.

If it wasn't for Huo Yu's message, he would have almost forgotten about the date.

He gasped for a moment, and was about to raise his head to apologize, only to realize that there were more people in the box.

Even in the imperial capital that night, Xia Wan didn't see Sun Baijiang's face clearly, but the face was familiar enough for the past two days.

Sun Baijiang is the top traffic in the entertainment industry. He is handsome and rich. He is also very low-key in the circle and has a good reputation.

Xia Wan has seen his opening advertisement several times in the past few days.

In view of Huo Yu's attitude towards Sun Baijiang in the imperial capital that day, Xia Wan remembered that the enemy of a friend is the purpose of the enemy, and immediately changed his mouth.

"Honey," he smiled at Huo Yu, his black hair stuck to his snow-white forehead, his eyes bright and soft, "In order to see you earlier, I raced here."

"Come here." Huo Yu raised his hand.

Xia Wan pursed her lips in front of him and asked with a smile, "Do you need a reward?"

"Well." Huo Yu laughed, his deep eyes seemed to be dyed with light, soft and pampered, he raised his hand and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, "I will treat you well at night. "