If We Cannot Grow Old Together

Proofreader: Zhou Zhijie

The attending doctor who treated Xia Wanyan formerly is performing an operation. So Li Qiaosheng has to find another doctor who looks relatively free in the corridor to check Xia Wanyan’s condition.

Actually, Xia Wanyan just pretends to be ill so she feels uneasy and worried when she finds that the doctor is unknown.

“It’s no big deal. She probably gets the palpitation out of some shock. Take it easy, young man. Your girlfriend is rather healthy except that she is a little weak. Don’t worry!” This doctor is a senior who comforts Li Qiaosheng with a smile.

However, Li feels somehow uneasy on hearing the word “girlfriend” and explains subconsciously, “I’m married. And she is just one of my younger sisters.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh. Sorry to have mistaken your relationship!” The doctor feels a little awkward and is about to leave with an apologetic expression on his face.

But Li stops him, “Wait a moment, doctor. Does my sister get…”

Before the word “anemia” comes out of his mouth, Xia Wanyan’s face has already turned terribly pale out of fear.

Last moment, she is still disturbed by Qiaosheng calling her sister. The next second, she interrupts Qiaosheng’s words in panic, “Brother Qiaosheng, I ate quite little for lunch so maybe I feel so dizzy just because of hypoglycemia. Could you please go and buy me some tasty food downstairs?”

“OK. I’ll be back in a minute.”

The pampering expression returns to Li Qiaosheng’s face. After patting her little head, he turns to leave the ward.

The only difference is that the moment he steps out of the ward, his face turns expressionless. He catches up with that doctor in several long strides and continues to ask about Xia Wanyan’s illness. “Doctor, I wanted to ask you whether you found that she suffers from aplastic anemia.”

“What? Aplastic anemia? No! Your sister doesn’t have a single symptom of anemia.”

“Then why does she often feel dizzy? And her former attending doctor made this diagnosis and told us that she could only survive by getting transfusion continually. And her blood type happens to be Rh-negative so….” Li Qiaosheng’s face becomes sullen when he hears the doctor’s answer.

The doctor waves his hand determinedly. “The diagnosis of that doctor must be wrong. I’m confident in my medical skills. Young man, your sister’s dizziness may be just attributed to hypoglycemia like she said, but it could not be the so-called anemia.”

“OK. Thanks a lot.”

Actually, the reason why Li Qiaosheng suddenly asks this question is that Mu Ziyou’s words before death occur to him.

After all, Mu Ziyou who has the same blood type as Xia Wanyan’s is dead. If Xia really suffers this illness, then who can offer her the blood for transfusion like Mu anytime and anywhere? Mu Ziyou once pointed out that Xia didn’t have aplastic anemia and she just faked it. Therefore, today he wants to verify her words.

Unexpectedly, Li Qiaosheng still becomes dramatically furious even though he has already been mentally prepared to hear the truth from the doctor with his own ears.

Why did Wanyan tell lies?

She and Mu Ziyou had been the “best friends forever”(BFF) in the world, hadn’t they?

How could she, an always kind and gentle girl, do such a thing even though Mu Ziyou treated her badly?

But what if Mu Ziyou told the truth? Then a lot of other things need to be checked again apart from Xia Wanyan’s pretending to be ill…

Naturally, Xia Wanyan can think of everything Li Qiaosheng has thought about. She hurriedly finds her former attending doctor’s phone number and calls him. Thank God! The doctor’s phone is picked up this time.

“What’s up, Miss Xia?”

“Tell me, is the so-called aplastic anemia curable? Mu Ziyou is dead. If I pretend to be suffering from this disease, what about my Rh-negative blood transfusion in the future? It’s troublesome. Could you tell me how I can pretend to be cured?”

“This illness… is actually difficult to be cured. Hum, I got an idea! You can have a bone marrow transplant! I can pretend to do such an operation on you and then announce that you’re cured.”

“Bone marrow transplant? All right. If you can find the matching bone marrow, just carry out the plan as you’ve designed!” Xia Wanyan can do nothing but agree to the doctor’s suggestion after pondering about it over and over again.