For a moment, she thought she was seeing things, or perhaps it was just a coincidence of names. After all, He Qimo was in excellent health, so much so that she often felt even if she died, he would still be alive. But reason told her that the name He Qimo was quite rare, and as she looked down again, she saw Liang Xi fetching medicine. Frowning, she quickly got up to follow. She watched as Liang Xi took the medicine and walked with a heavy, dazed expression to the gastroenterology department. Gu Zixuan was stunned and followed closely to the door. Inside the gastroenterology department, a tall figure with a pale face, coming out of the internal examination room, was vomiting into the medical waste bin and being supported by a doctor in a white coat. Doctor: "That’s how it is with gastroscopies. This is already particularly serious; your stomach is severely bleeding this time, Mr. He. I’m not just saying this, but last time you drank until you were comatose and hospitalized. The professor warned you seriously that if this continues, you could fall into a coma and die, or develop stomach cancer. Can you settle down this time? Do you really think so little of your own life?" Gu Zixuan’s eyelashes trembled as she looked into the internal examination room, where she saw the words "Endoscopy Room" written in large letters. Liang Xi went in, put down the medicine quickly, and moved forward in distress to support He Qimo, "Mr. He, feeling any better?" He Qimo vomited a bit, coughing up two small mouthfuls of blood-tinged water with medication. Only then, weakly holding Liang Xi’s arm, he tried to stand up straight, but possibly due to prolonged bending, he became dizzy and nearly fell. This immediately caused the doctors and nurses in the department to rush forward to support him. "Mr. He, are you okay?" Outside the door, Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled rapidly, wondering what had happened. Why had he once drunk himself into a comatose state? Why was it so severe this time? Why... did he have such a serious stomach illness, and she never knew? She looked at the open medical record on the table, unable to read the writing but seeing two densely filled pages. For a moment, despite her rational mind telling her they were divorced, and he had been so heartless to her, she didn’t need to care. He brought this upon himself. Yet emotionally, her eyelashes trembled, slightly misty, and she couldn’t help but look at his body with concern. The body of the person who had often disappointed her in their eight years of marriage but was occasionally kind. Over there, He Qimo was seated in a chair for a while; his complexion seemed to improve slightly. Beside him, Liang Xi, suppressing tremors and heartache, hesitated before saying, "President, shouldn’t we... tell your wife? I believe she will understand you, she surely will. You don’t need to torture yourself anymore." He Qimo, with a weak expression and pale eyes, smiled bitterly upon hearing this, his dark pupils regaining their sharpness, "Not allowed." "Why?" Liang Xi raised his voice. He Qimo felt a slight pain in his chest, but he didn’t want to say any more than needed, only replying, "Bearing the truth is painful, why make her live in guilt? Besides, she doesn’t need me; if she wants to hate, then let her hate." He closed his eyes wearily. Discover more novels at novel(ꜰ)ire.net Liang Xi knew he was truly too exhausted, plus the doctor beside him frowned, saying, "Secretary Liang, say any more things to Mr. He later; let the patient rest for now. He’s likely in quite some pain." Liang Xi nodded, bowing his head in guilt, unbuttoning He Qimo’s suit jacket, gently massaging his stomach, trying to make him more comfortable. Outside the door, Gu Zixuan stood frozen, her steps petrified, watching He Qimo in such pain that he’d close his eyes and still, at times, appear nauseous, and her eyes welled slightly. Thinking about his words, his almost profound attitude shocked her and made her quickly turn her back. What on earth has happened... What does he mean by saying bearing the truth is painful? What does he mean by saying he’d rather let her hate him than live in guilt? What does all this mean? In a moment, Gu Zixuan felt as if there was an enormous secret hidden in her life, silently ticking away like a time bomb. And this matter involved her, He Qimo, and Feng Chengjin... It’s just that she didn’t want to know, not one bit. After a pause, she quickly moved away, unwilling to hear any more of He Qimo’s coughing up blood, causing chaos among the doctors and Liang Xi... She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold back her sadness. Here, Gu Zixuan returned to the gynecology department and encountered Mrs. Xu, who had also just returned with water and wondered where she had gone. She awkwardly said, "I went to the bathroom." Then quickly performed her physical examination with Mrs. Xu, left the hospital, and returned to Shangpin Yuncui. Over there, just as Gu Zixuan left, Shen Jian妮, wrapped up tightly in a stylish black woolen coat so no one could recognize her, entered the hospital quickly with her agent, Xiao Liu. Upon arriving at the Gastroenterology Department, seeing He Qimo who had been admitted for the Nth time already, and who didn’t trust anyone except Liang Xi, who didn’t want to be overly intimate with anyone, preferring to carry everything on his own, despite Liang Xi being overwhelmed, He Qimo rolled his eyes significantly. Taking the payment slip from Liang Xi’s hand, he noticed Liang Xi carrying a hot water bottle, trying to figure out how to get hot water, and said, "You take care of him, I’ll go pay the bill." Then turned and left. Liang Xi still held some grudges against Shen Jian妮, but looking around, recently the only person who seemed slightly closer to the CEO was her. He said, "Thank you, Miss Shen." Then also turned to fetch hot water. Shen Jian妮, wearing sunglasses, hadn’t walked far before feeling that it seemed like many people around were trying to recognize her, so she handed the payment slip back to Xiao Liu and also passed over her handbag. "Go help Mr. He settle the hospital bills." This action was exactly what Xiao Liu wanted, seeing as after the last incident, Shen Jian妮’s notability had increased. But she was basically in a state of being criticized, hurriedly grabbing the handbag, exclaiming. "Thank heavens, Grandma Shen has finally grown up and understood things." Behind her, Shen Jian妮 was so angry she almost took off her sunglasses, shouting, "When was I ever immature!" But in the end, she thought about the recent criticism online that hadn’t subsided. Stuff like, "Shen Jian妮 is just a hostess raised by some countryside bumpkin." "Her face is so full of Botox it’s almost deformed." "With such low-quality actions like beating up reporters, she’ll never make it to the A-list in her lifetime." In the end, she was so angry she went online under an alias to retaliate, "Shameless! Was it your family’s rice I grew up on! Did I work at your dad’s club! Was your wife’s face filled with Botox! Did hitting reporters reach your family’s son! I eat your food daily, watch your rural love stories, shout for your freedom to fly, dance your square dance trilogy, stop babbling around with nothing better to do." Then, she was tracked by advertising sites through IP addresses, causing Xiao Liu to urgently manage a public relations crisis for a long time, till her ears almost developed calluses, before the issue was suppressed. Furthermore, thinking about how recently He Qimo said he would arrange work for her, ending up with this godforsaken job. Something like "I Am a Man!" Getting roasted under the blazing sun every day, burned, then tumbled and crawled, jumped into mud pits, climbed barbed wire; she was exhausted like a dog, not to mention. Going online, seeing others’ comments were all, "Fighting, girl!" While hers were, "Shen Jian妮, get out!" She was so mentally tired she just wanted to cuss everyone out. By chance, cursed all these people’s ancestors too! But Xiao Liu kept holding her back. In fact, having already recorded two episodes, today she came to find He Qimo, partly because she received a call from Xiao Liu feeling like she should come and help, and partly to tell He Qimo she planned not to participate anymore. Faced with the sight of Xiao Liu running off in a hurry, she pursed her lips in frustration and turned back to the single VIP room in the inpatient department. Inside, He Qimo lay weak and pale against the hospital bed, next to an IV drip. Shen Jian妮 walked up and, originally intending to mock him a bit, looked at him and held back, saying: "Feeling better?" At the moment, He Qimo’s complexion slightly recovered a bit of color from its pallor. He nodded, "Thanks for the trouble." Hearing He Qimo even rarely speak a human word to her, Shen Jian妮 gasped while immediately sitting in front of the bed, raising her voice, "Don’t think that just because you’ve caused trouble, you can block my anger today, He Qimo! Look at what a mess you’ve turned me into! Are you arranging work for me or just secretly letting your wife handle me! Taking off her black woolen coat, removing her sunglasses, then taking the big orange sun hat off her head. Confronting trickery, Shen Jian妮’s face was currently dark, which used to be plump and shiny like apples now showed two big cracked red patches typical of rural areas. The funniest thing was, in the face of the scorching sun of late autumn, Shen Jian妮 seemed not to have a follow-up team for PR essentials or might have used the wrong emergency skin care methods, often wearing sunglasses to shield from the sun, leading to now...the area around her eyes remained white. In other words...at the moment, Shen Jian妮 looked like a miscolored panda. At the door, just arriving with the hot water, Liang Xi couldn’t help but laugh, "Pfft." He Qimo’s lips...twitch.