Chapter 106 Coughing up blood

When An Yi returned to the ward, Jin He was still sitting on the sofa. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be feeling well, and An Yi wondered what was wrong with him again. An Yi sighed, sat down, and hugged Jin He, rubbing his stomach: "Does your stomach hurt?"

Jin He naturally hugged An Yi's neck, rested her chin on An Yi's shoulder, and shook her head.

Is that chest tightness? Or heart pain?

"have no idea."

Jin He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Anyway, when he saw An Yi secretly run out by himself and jump up and down in anger at the fire hydrant, he should have found it funny, but he couldn't laugh. After all, An Yi had never done this before. Even though he was so angry, he wouldn't say a harsh word. He went out to vent his anger and came back as if nothing had happened.

She even rubbed his stomach as if nothing had happened.

"Are you feeling bloated?" An Yi asked. "Is your stomach burning? Do you feel like throwing up?"

Jin He shook his head.

"That's good." Seeing Jin He's sullen expression, An Yi pulled her closer to him. "I'm not angry, why are you acting like this?"

"I know," Jin He said sullenly.

"Xiao He, look at me." An Yi touched his face. "Does your mouth taste bad now?"

Jin He nodded: "It's all bitter."

Upon hearing this, An Yi pulled Jin He closer to his chest, reached out and rubbed his stomach in a clockwise circular motion: "Then you might have to bear with it for a while. You see, when your heart was fine before, you would get gastroenteritis from eating spicy hot pot. Now that your heart is so bad, eating such stimulating food will definitely make you feel very uncomfortable."

Jin He nodded, indicating that she understood.

"When you're better and discharged from the hospital, shall we go out to eat together? I'll go with you."

"Can it get better?"

An Yi was stunned when he heard this. His eyes, hidden in the darkness, slowly turned red and filled with tears.

"What are you saying? It'll definitely get better. It's not a big problem." An Yi hugged Jin He and patted his back. "Are you scared? We're not scared. It's just an operation... Oh, if you can get better with medication, I won't need to have surgery."

"Um."

"Are you tired now? Do you want to wash up and then go to sleep?"

"I will never be greedy again," Jin He said.

An Yi suddenly fell silent. After an unknown amount of time, An Yi seemed to kiss Jin He's cheek and said, "Our Xiao He isn't greedy."

"Then what do you suggest we do?! I only put the handkerchief on Jin He's pillow because I listened to you. I thought that as long as he caught a cold and made a mistake, he would be able to withdraw from the competition. Who would have thought that he has a heart condition and almost died!" Qi Yunran paced back and forth in the room anxiously. "What should we do? What should we do? Senior brother, you can't just abandon me. I only did this because I listened to you."

"You think I'm off easy? An Yi is like a mad dog, relentlessly attacking me. Who would have thought he could find so much from a handkerchief? Doesn't he have a bad relationship with Jin He?"

Fang Canyang was seething with hatred. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. Wasn't it wrong of Jin He to suddenly appear and steal his debut spot back then? If it weren't for him, he should be a member of Aurora now!

"What should I do, bro? I still want to debut."

Do you think An Yi will let you debut smoothly on this show?

Qi Yunran immediately panicked: "What should we do, senior brother? I really can't afford to delay any longer. If I can't debut this time, I'll have to go back to my hometown. What should I do? I can't let all these years of training go to waste!"

Fang Canyang was already having a headache, and hearing this made it even worse: "Can you please stop bothering me! Even without Jin He, you wouldn't have debuted! Don't you know your own limitations?!"

Qi Yunran was suddenly scolded by his once gentle and kind senior brother and was at a loss for words: "Senior brother, but you're the one who made me do this! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation with so many scandals. I don't even have a fan base. If I'm attacked by the whole internet for a while, I'll be completely finished!"

"Being infamous is still being famous, right? It's all about how you turn this free publicity into your own! I'm dealing with a lot of problems right now, so don't bother me!"

"So you mean... you won't take care of me anymore?"

"What else? I'll retire from the entertainment industry and become your manager? Wake up, will you? You're not cut out for this. Go home and deliver takeout. Don't get in my way." Fang Canyang pointed to the door, completely giving up on this person: "Get out of here right now."

"Okay." Qi Yunran nodded, got up, and slammed the door shut as he left.

"You were the one who told me to go, that's why I did it." Qi Yunran was full of resentment. Now his scandals were flying everywhere, and his ranking was always dropping. If this continued, he really would have to go back to delivering takeout.

He unknowingly arrived at the door of An Yi's lounge again.

In that case, he would have to find a way out for himself.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door to the lounge was suddenly pulled open. An Yi, wearing a coat and with a phone tucked under his shoulder, rushed out while putting on his clothes. He was in a real bind; the hospital had just called to say that Jin He was coughing quite badly and was having trouble keeping up with the oxygen mask. How could he possibly stay on the show? He was about to ask the director for leave to go see her.

He was naturally in a bad mood when he was stopped as soon as he opened the door, but when he saw that it was Qi Yunran, he took a moment to look at him.

“Teacher An…” Qi Yunran stepped forward.

"Go tell Lin Nian," he said, putting on his coat and leaving.

Qi Yunran: "..."

"Qi Yunran." Lin Nian was sitting on the sofa. Seeing the commotion at the door, she beckoned to him. "Come here. Tell me what's wrong."

"Teacher Lin, it's like this..."

When An Yi arrived at the hospital, Jin He was still sitting on the bed coughing. The bodyguard was holding an oxygen mask, which he would put on Jin He's face after he had finished coughing so that he could breathe oxygen for a while. Jin He was probably a little short of oxygen, as his lips were turning a little purple and his eyes were also misty from coughing so hard.

"Give it to me." An Yi took the oxygen mask from the bodyguard and patted Jin He on the back. "Did the doctor prescribe any medication?"

"They prescribed some cough medicine," the bodyguard replied, "but it doesn't seem to be working."

"Cough cough cough..."

Hearing the coughs, An Yi couldn't help but feel worried. Heart failure patients do often cough, but Jin He usually only coughs for a while in the middle of the night. An Yi patted his back, gave him some cough medicine, and coaxed him back to sleep. It was rare for him to cough as badly as he did during the day. An Yi took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. Then he picked Jin He up and sat him on his lap, his chin resting on his shoulder, like holding a child.

"What...cough cough...what are you doing?"

“You can’t lie too flat like this, let me hold you.” An Yi rubbed his back and put Jin He’s oxygen mask on his face so he could breathe for a while.

"Strange...cough...strange...cough cough cough..."

“It’s not surprising. I held you like this a lot when you were sick,” An Yi said. “Come on, take another breath of oxygen…”

Jin He brought his face close to the oxygen mask, took a breath of oxygen, and then turned his head away to cough. An Yi observed his expression and saw that Jin He's expression was a little strange. He had a bad feeling and subconsciously reached out to take it.

I received a patch of warm, bright red blood.

"Coughing and vomiting..."

Jin He spat out another mouthful of blood, which dripped onto his clothes with a "plop" from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s dirty, it’s dirty…” Jin He said in a hoarse voice.

An Yi stared in shock at the blood on his palm. After all, who in their right mind would cough up blood? He immediately pressed the call button to summon a doctor, ignoring the blood staining the wall. His voice trembled as he asked, "How are you? Where does it hurt?"

"Cough... my chest, my lungs hurt..." Jin He saw that he was frightened and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay, you probably coughed up something..."