Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

Hua Ting was slightly stunned when he heard this, "This, can..."

"Go do it."

"But the young master won't agree to that."

"If I continue to live here, it will only make us more sad." She clutched the quilt beneath her tightly.

"Miss Isa, let the young master accompany you. When I saw the young master just now, his eyes were very red...it seemed like he was crying."

Joysa frowned in pain. If she were healthy and full of strength now and didn't have to lie in bed, she would definitely rush out and hug him.

But she couldn't do that, because she might be dying soon, and she couldn't let Nangong Xianyue's feelings for her continue to deepen. He was such an affectionate person, and he would definitely be in pain then.

Qiao Yisha leaned on the soft pillow, tears on her face, and her eyelids slowly closed. Hua Ting was startled and covered his mouth to check her breath.

After confirming for a long time, it was confirmed that Qiaoisha was still breathing, but very weakly.

She covered her mouth, tears silently falling from her eyes. Why was Qiao Yisha so pitiful? Nangong Xianyue finally fell in love with her, but she...

She immediately slapped her lips lightly and said, "Pah, pah, pah. Doctor Zhuang will definitely cure her, and she and the young master will definitely be together happily."

She wiped her tears and walked out of the living room. There were two men standing on the corridor. They were Nangong Xianyue and Qiu Yi. They were talking in low voices and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"Master, Miss Isa is asleep."

Nangong Xianyue nodded and walked into the living room.

He approached the bed and saw the person on the bed with tears on her face, red and swollen eyes, and frowned. She was so restless even when she was asleep. He sat down on the bed and lowered his head to kiss her tears. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, which seemed to tremble his heart.

The landline phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence at the moment. He stood up and picked it up, speaking in a low voice for fear of disturbing the person on the bed.

The person who called was Zhuang Qianchen. They decided to give Qiao Yisha dialysis first.

The next day, Nangong Xianyue took Qiao Yisha to the hospital. Qiao Yisha's legs were already having some difficulty moving, but she didn't want to trouble Nangong Xianyue often, so Nangong Xianyue customized a wheelchair for her that fit her body perfectly. The cushion was very soft, so she would not feel tired even if she sat for a long time.

Zhuang Qianchen discussed the process with Nangong Xianyue, and soon she was pushed into a separate ward. Zhuang Qianchen comforted her softly, "We need to do a puncture first. This may be a little painful. Please bear with it."

Joysa nodded slightly.

Nangong Xianyue wanted to go in and accompany her, but she strongly rejected him, so he had to give up.

Through a glass, Nangong Xianyue looked at her nervously.

She was not afraid of pain, maybe because her health had deteriorated, or because the needle had pierced too deep, or maybe Nangong Xianyue had spoiled her too much recently. When the needle pierced her body, her eyes turned red in pain instantly. She clenched her teeth tightly, and the veins on her temples and neck bulged. However, a muffled groan of pain still escaped from between her teeth.

"Uh—" She frowned in pain.

Nangong Xianyue heard her voice through the glass and his heart seemed to be twisted by a hand. His hand was pressed against the glass, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked at the person lying in pain on the hospital bed. He wished he could bear it for her. His expression was full of pity and worry.

Not long after, Zhuang Qianchen gave her an IV, a bag of medicine, and a bag of blood.

After explaining some things to the other doctors, he opened the door and walked out, saying to Nangong Xianyue, "Her organs are failing too quickly. Let's observe her for three days to see how she performs."

“Is there no complete cure?”

"Isha's condition is extremely rare and it will take a long time to cure."

"Does that mean there is still a possibility of recovery?"

Zhuang Qianchen paused and said, "Sorry, I can't guarantee it, but I will try my best."

Nangong Xianyue clutched his shoulders, her eyes red, and said word by word: "You must heal, not try your best."

Qiaosha woke up at night. She felt a little uneasy when she saw the unfamiliar environment. Fortunately, she saw Hua Ting lying on the bed in the blink of an eye.

She spoke to wake her up.

"Miss Isa, are you awake?"

"Well, go to sleep. You don't have to stay here."

Hua Ting shook his head. "No, the young master asked me to take care of you. He said he doesn't trust anyone else."

"Then go and sleep on the sofa bed. I'll call you if anything happens." Qiao Yisha raised her chin towards the place not far away.

"Okay, I'll go to the bathroom and be back." Hua Ting smiled at her and trotted out.

She knocked on the door of the next room, and the door was quickly opened. It was Qiu Yi.

"The young master said that Miss Isa had woken up and came to inform him. I hope she didn't disturb the young master."

Qiu Yi shook his head, "Master has not slept yet, I will go to report, you go to rest."

"it is good."

Qiaosha stared at the ceiling in a daze. In the silent environment, her body and mind were overwhelmed by panic. She turned her head to look at the potion on the bedside, and became more certain of her thoughts.

Nangong Xianyue walked into the room quietly. The woman on the big bed was so thin that she was almost invisible. She was lying on the sunken bed, and the quilt covering her had almost no rise or fall at all. If her face was not exposed, it would be almost impossible to tell that there was a person lying under the quilt.

With his usual smile on his face, he approached the bedside and said, "Looks like you're getting better. You didn't wake up so quickly a few days ago."

She twitched the corner of her mouth, "Really?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I want some water." Her lips were a little dry.

"You can't drink water now. Can you wait until you finish these drips?" Nangong Xianyue took out a pack of cotton swabs from the drawer, took one out, dipped it in some light salt water and put it on her lips.

"Thank you."

"I specially took a book from Zhuang Qianchen and brought it to you. Let me read it to you." Nangong Xianyue took out a palm-sized book from his pocket like magic.

Nangong Xianyue tucked in her quilt and opened the pocket book. In the dark night, his voice was magnetic and gentle, and he looked at Qiao Yisha with his affectionate eyes from time to time.

“Love is like the stars, guiding the lost boat. Its direction and latitude can be measured, but its value is hard to find.”

"Although beauty and white teeth cannot escape the scythe of impermanence, love is definitely not a clown fooled by time."

"Time passes and changes, but love is eternal and will last forever, until the end of time."

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Qiao Yisha couldn't help crying when she heard his gentle voice. "I'm sorry."

Nangong Xianyue smiled and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, "Why should I say sorry?"

"I've been mean to you a lot lately."

"Not fierce, Isa is the most gentle."

After hearing this, Qiaosha felt as if she was dying. Her chest felt full and it felt like something was about to overflow.

She hardened her heart and said, "Master, please don't come to accompany me so often. It's not good."

"What's wrong?"

She looked away, not daring to look at him. "You're going to get married in the future. It's not good to always accompany a seriously ill maid..."

"——Joysa." He interrupted her almost with gritted teeth.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"