Rebirth depends on you without discussing

Qi Zhongxuan didn't know how to answer Zuo Chuan. Regarding the blood clot in his head, it was a taboo for himself, Qi Zhengting or Wang Zhenxue.

Aware of Qi Zhongxuan's embarrassment, Zuo Chuan was very understanding and stopped asking: "Well, it's okay, if it's inconvenient, don't say it."

Even so, it still feels a little uncomfortable not to be Zuo Chuan, and he doesn't want to miss anything about Qi Zhongxuan.

However, Zuo Chuan also knew that everything should not be rushed for a while, even though he was in a hurry, he was not willing to embarrass Qi Zhongxuan.

"Thank you." Qi Zhongxuan thanked him sincerely. He was never good at lying, and he really didn't know what to do when faced with Zuo Chuan's inquiry.

"Then can you tell me, how does this blood clot affect you?" Zuo Chuan's concerned eyes were too frank and longing, Qi Zhongxuan couldn't bear to refuse again after all.

"It's nothing, it's just oppressing the blood vessels and nerves, and there will be some symptoms like headache and dizziness." After all, he still didn't tell the truth, and Qi Zhongxuan said it lightly.

Seeing Qi Zhongxuan's obviously evasive gaze and downcast eyes, Zuo Chuan knew that this person was not telling the truth.

Although he didn't like Qi Zhongxuan in his previous life, the two had been together for a while after all, and Zuo Chuan still knew about some of Qi Zhongxuan's little habits or ailments.

Regarding the fact that he could accurately judge that Qi Zhongxuan was lying, Zuo Chuan was startled at first, and then bitter.

It turned out that for Qi Zhongxuan, Zuo Chuan in the previous life was not as emotionless as he showed.

"Can't you have an operation?" Zuo Chuan's eager questioning made Qi Zhongxuan raise his eyes, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "I think you should ask the doctor about this."

Seeing the faint smile on Qi Zhongxuan's face, Zuo Chuan also laughed, but there was still unconcealable concern and anxiety hidden deep in his eyes.

Zuo Chuan's worry fell into Qi Zhongxuan's eyes, which warmed Qi Zhongxuan's heart.

For Zuo Chuan's concern, Qi Zhongxuan is very useful, but he can't bear to make people worry and doubt all the time.

"Let's go, didn't you say that the scenery here is good, let me show you around."

As he said that, Qi Zhongxuan stood up, but suddenly felt uncomfortable in the head as if being pricked by a needle, and his eyes were also blackened. In order to avoid falling, Qi Zhongxuan stretched out his hand to support the table.

"What? Head hurts again?" Zuo Chuan became nervous, holding Qi Zhongxuan's arm tightly with both hands, with such strength that even he didn't realize it.

Helping Qi Zhongxuan to sit down again, Zuo Chuan looked at Qi Zhongxuan holding his head in his hands, frowning in pain, his heart ached so badly, he pressed Qi Zhongxuan's head to his waist and abdomen at once.

Zuo Chuan stroked Qi Zhongxuan's hair with both hands, and muttered: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay!"

Qi Zhongxuan was in so much pain that he clenched his fist and slapped himself on the head several times. Zuo Chuan was startled, and raised his hand to hold Qi Zhongxuan's hand, and then raised his hand to massage Qi Zhongxuan's temple.

However, it was obvious that this kind of massage didn't work for Qi Zhongxuan at all.

Zuo Chuan touched Qi Zhongxuan's sweat-soaked clothes on his back, and the sticky hair hanging on his forehead, his heart throbbing with pain.

"Zhongxuan, tell me how I can make you not feel so hurt."

This is the first time for Zuo Chuan to have close contact with Qi Zhongxuan's helpless appearance due to pain, his heart is full of sourness, and he wishes he could treat each other with his body.

Qi Zhongxuan could hear Zuo Chuan's voice, and really wanted to tell the other party that he was fine and just wait for a while, but he had a severe headache, let alone talking, even breathing was accompanied by unbearable pain.

Sensing Qi Zhongxuan's trembling body in his arms, Zuo Chuan bit his lips anxiously, and finally after yelling, he saw a man who looked like a housekeeper running over in a hurry.

"Master, take the medicine, take the medicine quickly." As soon as Zuo Chuan heard that there was medicine, he hurriedly supported Qi Zhongxuan's head, helped the housekeeper to let Qi Zhongxuan take the medicine, and then helped him into the room together.

After taking the medicine, Qi Zhongxuan fell into a drowsy sleep. Zuo Chuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Qi Zhongxuan, who was pale and frowning on the bed, feeling uncomfortable with the congestion in his chest.

"Sir, the young master just took the medicine, I'm afraid he will sleep for a while, are you here, or wait in the living room."

Thinking of the importance Qi Zhongxuan attached to this person, the housekeeper didn't dare to easily arrange for this person to stay or go, so he could only ask the person concerned Zuo Chuan.

"Can I stay here?" Zuo Chuan didn't let go of Qi Zhongxuan's hand, the cold hand didn't have the slightest warmth, which made Zuo Chuan feel distressed.

"Then what would you like to drink, or what books do you want to read?" The housekeeper thought that Qi Zhongxuan had said that Zuo Chuan was his friend, and the housekeeper thought he was a classmate, so he asked in accordance with the habits of students.

"No, thank you!" Zuo Chuan refused, now he just wants to accompany Qi Zhongxuan well, even though he is asleep now, Zuo Chuan just wants to simply accompany him.

The housekeeper backed out, Zuo Chuan looked at Qi Zhongxuan's hair sticking to his head, got up and went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, took a towel, and wiped it carefully for Qi Zhongxuan.

After wiping, Zuo Chuan found a scar in the hair behind Qi Zhongxuan's ear. Although it was not long, it was very obvious.

Zuo Chuan parted Qi Zhongxuan's hair, looked at the scar which was about three centimeters long and only one millimeter wide, and fell into his thoughts.

Qi Zhongxuan's hair covered up the scar very well. No wonder Zuo Chuan and Qi Zhongxuan lived for so long in the previous life and didn't notice it at all.

What's more, Zuo Chuan thought about it. He really couldn't think of Qi Zhongxuan having any symptoms of headache in his previous life. Zuo Chuan couldn't figure out what was going on?

"Could it be because of my rebirth that the trajectory has been changed?" Zuo Chuan couldn't figure it out, seeing Qi Zhongxuan's hand raised up and grabbing his hair, he knew that the other party's head hurt again.

Zuo Chuan threw the towel into the basin, then sat on the edge of the bed, pressed his hands on Qi Zhongxuan's head, and massaged it bit by bit from his forehead to his temples.

Although he knew that it might not be effective, Zuo Chuan still did it carefully and earnestly, especially when he saw Qi Zhongxuan slowly put his hand down and his frown gradually loosened, he felt a little relieved in his heart.

No matter what, at least he was able to accompany Qi Zhongxuan when he was in pain, and Zuo Chuan was also happy to be able to give him a little help, even if it was insignificant like dust.

Zuo Chuan rubbed Qi Zhongxuan's forehead, his eyes became more and more heavy, and finally fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed.

Even though he was asleep, Zuo Chuan's hands would spontaneously massage as soon as his subordinates moved. When Qi Zhongxuan stopped moving, Zuo Chuan's hands did not move, and he fell asleep.