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Two days before the entrance exam, Song Xuan decided to go back to City A with Yang Zimei to face Lin Qingmei.

Lin Qingmei is now in a difficult period of pregnancy. Every night when she sleeps, her legs are cramped. Song Xuan is not beside her, and no one helps her to kick her leg.

Although Lin Qingmei had no complaints on the phone, when she heard her, Song Xuan's heart could not help but ache.

Now that he has passed the dangerous period, according to the doctor and Yang Zimei, as long as the treatment continues, there is nothing unexpected, and he can gradually get better.

Moreover, he will not tell Lin Qingmei that he has blood cancer, but it is a general disease that requires Yang Zimei to treat every day.

Saying goodbye to Zeng Tianhua and Zeng Sihui, Yang Zimei packed the things and drove back with Song Xuanzhenzi ripples.

All the way smoothly, nothing happened. In order to take into account Song Xuan, Yang Zimei slowly opened for a full eight hours before returning to City A.

From an international big city like Guangyuan, all of a sudden faced with the small and dirty small county town A city, Yang Zimei had a kind of feeling like another generation, but he felt very kind.

Song Xuan can be described as an arrow.

Yang Zimei sent him to Brunei Street.

Before he returned, Lin Qingmei was not notified in advance, but just wanted to surprise her.

Lin Qingmei is sitting on the rattan chair he usually likes to sit on, holding his big belly, and is embroidering the child's bellyband.

"Qingmei--"

Song Xuan couldn't wait to get to the ground and called softly.

Lin Qingmei's hand trembled, and then she cried aloud, and her finger was stabbed by an embroidery needle.

She raised her head and looked at Song Xuan excitedly, trying to stand up.

Song Xuan strode forward, holding her waist, painfully holding her thorny finger in her mouth.

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Qingmei was both coy and happy, pouting slightly, "You are back, why not make a call in advance?"

Song Xuan took her into her 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 free from his arms, looked at him carefully, and reached out with a heartache to touch his cheek.

She reached out and tried to stop Song Xuan's hat, which was used to cover hair loss, by Song Xuan.

"Qingmei, let's go in and talk."

Lin Qingmei nodded heavily.

When she was hugging Song Xuan just now, she felt that he seemed too thin, and his breath was weak.

Coupled with Yang Zimei's worried face, she had to doubt that Song Xuan should be sick.

Yang Zimei followed Song Xuan and Lin Qingmei into the inner courtyard and sat down.

"Song Xuan, Xiaomei, what happened? Why did Song Xuan become so thin? Was there any serious illness in Guangyuan?"

Lin Qingmei asked anxiously.

Song Xuan held her hand tightly and let her sit down quietly. "Don't worry, I was seriously ill, but with the treatment of the small eyebrows, it will be fine soon."

"What kind of sickness is this?"

"Hemolytic disease, white blood cells increase, red blood cells decrease, but this is no longer a problem, Xiaomei gave acupuncture for a period of time, has controlled the growth of this white blood cells."

Song Xuan explained.

"Is it blood cancer?"

Lin Qingmei asked with a heavy heart.

"No, it will be fine soon. Sister Qingmei, don't worry, I just need to give Song Xuan some acupuncture for a few days, and it will be completely fine."

Yang Zimei said aside.

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