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“Han Xiao!” Mao Yixuan grasped my hand urgently, his eyes filled with concern. “You scared me to death.”
The doctor entered the room, his expression grave as he handed us a report. “Ms. Han, there are some issues with your health. We’ve detected an abnormal reaction in your immune system, which may be related to postpartum Immune Disease.”
“Immune Disease?” I was taken aback, my heart feeling as if it were being tightly squeezed.
“This condition is relatively rare, but it could be caused by an imbalance in your body after childbirth leading to immune dysfunction,” the doctor explained. “However, we will do our utmost to manage the situation. You will need systematic treatment to prevent any deterioration.”
Upon hearing this news, I felt as if I had plunged into an abyss. Just when my child’s condition had shown signs of improvement, I had become a new burden for the family.
I trembled as I looked at Mao Yixuan. “Isn’t this… too much?”
Mao Yixuan remained silent. He quietly took the Medical Record and meticulously reviewed each piece of data, his gaze reflecting a restrained calmness.
He closed the file, his breathing slightly heavy, yet he spoke with a steady voice. “We’ve weathered so many storms together; we won’t falter this time.”
I gazed at his composed expression, my heart tightening as if being squeezed. This was not comfort; it was a heavy promise.
The doctor reminded us again, “You must strictly adhere to the treatment plan and limit outside activities. Otherwise, it could worsen your condition.”
Those words struck me like a hammer. I bit my lip, a wave of intense anxiety washing over me. “What if he needs me?” I murmured almost to myself. “He’ll need me by his side during the surgery…”
Mao Yixuan looked up and met my gaze deeply, his tone slow yet resolute. “If you’re not there, I will stay with him for you.”
My throat felt choked, tears welled in my eyes but did not fall. I knew his decision had been made, leaving no room for negotiation.
That night, I curled up on the hospital bed, overwhelmed by exhaustion and a sense of helplessness. Disappointment clung to me like a shadow, and tears streamed down my cheeks, quietly soaking the pillow.
A few days later, the child's surgery was successfully completed. The doctor told us, "The operation was very successful. From now on, as long as we follow the recovery plan step by step, he will grow up healthy like any other child."
I let out a long sigh of relief, and the tears in my eyes finally fell uncontrollably. Mao Yixuan gently embraced me and whispered, "We did it."
However, my own health remained precarious. The daily medications and treatments left me utterly drained.
Chapter Ten: A Storm Approaches. After Han Xiao's illness was diagnosed, Mao Yixuan's life was completely thrown into chaos.
He no longer had a single peaceful night; the bloodshot eyes and stubble on his chin seemed to illustrate his struggle between family and career.
He dialed countless numbers—Medical Team, Medical Expert, even former Business Rivals became targets for his pleas for help.
"The risks are too great." He had heard too many similar responses but could not bring himself to stop. With each rejection, his gaze grew colder.
"No matter how great the risk, I have to try," he murmured softly, as if this was not only a reply to the doctors but also a declaration of his own resolve.
Han Xiao watched this unfold with a heavy heart. While he busied himself with calls and meetings, she often cried in secret; yet whenever he turned to look at her, she forced a smile, pretending that everything was fine.
Han Xiao's parents were tirelessly seeking medical help, trying to grasp any glimmer of hope.
Her mother handed Han Xiao a bowl of bitter medicine and gently reassured her, "Child, we will get through this; everything will be alright." Han Xiao nodded with a smile, but the tears in her eyes betrayed her fear.
She knew that behind this was her parents' endless worry.
Her father contacted an old classmate who had treated Immune Disease abroad, securing a specialized treatment opportunity for Han Xiao. The family poured all their hopes into every detail, and Han Xiao felt their meticulous love.
Lin Xiao burst through the door, carrying bags of supplements, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Han Xiao, if you keep pretending to be fine, I’ll take you straight back to the hospital." As she cooked soup, she casually asked, "If I hadn't come, how long were you planning to keep this a secret?"
Every day she accompanied me on walks and chatted with me. Even when I felt down, she would pull out photos from our graduation trip and reminisce. She knew how to make me laugh and when to sit quietly by my side.
"Let’s get through this together, okay?" Lin Xiao grasped my hand tightly, her gaze resolute.
The side effects of the treatment made every night long and painful. My body felt hollowed out, and my spirit was nearly shattered. She wanted to give up several times, but whenever she saw the innocent face of the child and Mao Yixuan's weary yet determined eyes, I gritted my teeth and pushed through again and again.
One rainy night, I lay awake, staring blankly at the raindrops outside. Tears streamed down as dawn broke, but I wiped my tears and whispered to myself, "I can't fall; I still have them."
With the support of Lin Xiao, my family, and Mao Yixuan, I gradually began to recover. I started exercising actively, cooperating with the doctor's treatment, even trying meditation and emotional management courses.
My body was slowly healing. My complexion was no longer as pale as before, and my mental state had improved significantly. During a routine check-up, the doctor said, "Your recovery looks good. As long as you take your medication on time and monitor regularly, there shouldn't be any major issues."
I held Han Xiao's hand, feeling as if a part of the burden on my heart had finally lifted. "We made it," I whispered, my voice carrying a long-awaited sense of relief.
Han Xiao nodded gently, looking at the baby in her arms. That tiny figure seemed to witness our shared struggle. "Xuan, we can finally catch our breath," she said with a smile that radiated warmth and gratitude.
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