My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 352 - 345 He Hit Her



Chapter 352: Chapter 345 He Hit Her

Tang Yuxin still stood in front of him, perhaps what she wanted was exactly this. She wanted to know how much she could endure, and she also wanted to know how far Qin Ziye could go for another?

“Don’t force me to hit a woman.” Qin Ziye squinted, but his heart wished nothing more than to fly into her, to care for her, to sympathize with her.

But Tang Yuxin was blocking him from the outside. She blocked everything: his exit, his way to Jingjing.

All of a sudden, with a smack, he had already swung his hand, showing no mercy at all, and slapped it across Tang Yuxin’s face.

Tang Yuxin’s face was numb at first, but now she felt nothing at all. Even her ears were buzzing, unable to hear any sound.

“Get out of the way!” Qin Ziye lifted his foot and directly kicked Tang Yuxin in the stomach.

The woman inside was still coughing laboriously, as if she was coughing herself to death.

Tang Yuxin held her stomach, breathing gently with her eyes closed. Then she slowly got up. She had known and understood, but when she reached the door, she turned back again.

“Here, Jingjing, have some water first.”

Qin Ziye carefully placed the water in front of the woman, but she shook her head in response.

Outside, she wanted to ask something, but then another wave of painful coughing echoed…

No matter what, an unrelated person, Qin Ziye placed his hand on the woman’s back, gently patting helplessly, as if he was running out of all his tenderness.

But this kind of tenderness, for such an irrelevant woman, Tang Yuxin didn’t know how much heartbreak and how much more strength she needed to endure this.

“She…”

The woman weakly pointed towards the door.

Qin Ziye suddenly turned his face, his eyes showing a kind of hatred.

Hatred for her arrival, her presence, her thick-skinned audacity.

“What are you still doing here?” In Qin Ziye’s mind, there was an urge to break Tang Yuxin into pieces.

And Tang Yuxin, with her swollen face, a large shoe print on her clothes, her hair was a mess, her eyelids were bruised, and her face was swollen.

She swept her eyes over Qin Ziye from top to bottom, then focused on the woman inside: Guan Jing.

“The incubation period is 1 to 16 days, typically 3 to 5 days. The onset is swift,” her voice came out weakly, carrying a chill like the wind outside, “fever is the primary symptom, with chills, temperature often exceeding 38 degrees Celsius, characterized by irregular fever or remittent fever, arrhythmia and others. The fever usually lasts 1 to 2 weeks; accompanied by symptoms such as headaches, muscle aches, general weakness, and diarrhea.” She started to move, step by step, getting closer.

At this moment, both Guan Jing and Qin Ziye wore expressions of dread. Because she was absolutely right.

“After 3 to 7 days from the onset, dry cough, little phlegm, occasionally blood-streaked sputum, pulmonary signs are not obvious.”

Tang Yuxin continued, each word punctuated by Guan Jing’s ragged coughing.

“The condition peaks at 10 to 14 days, with fever, weakness and other symptoms of infection intensifying and frequent coughing, shortness of breath, and difficulty breathing setting in. Even slight movement can cause panting and palpitations, forcing one to rest in bed, and there’s a possibility of secondary respiratory infection.”

“There’s one more thing…” she lifted her pale lips slightly.

“In severe cases, symptoms of accelerated breathing and breathlessness may appear after 5 days, and very few patients may experience respiratory failure. If diagnosis and treatment are delayed, it can lead to death.”

“Have you heard of it?” Her words felt like a punch to their chests, “In fact, this disease is already present, but it has not yet spread widely and thus hasn’t caused a nationwide panic.”

“It started in the southern provinces in November last year, a kind of severe acute respiratory syndrome with infectiousness.”

The cup in Qin Ziye’s hand fell to the ground.

“Are you afraid?”

Tang Yuxin asked Qin Ziye, “None of us can escape.”

Indeed, no one can escape, because it’s easily contagious. Whether it will truly be contagious or not, no one knows.

Guan Jing’s face was turning red, her hand over her mouth, her throat burned from the coughing.

Tang Yuxin gripped her own wrist tightly, her voice clearly carried over.

“We must be quarantined.”

“I, I don’t want to be quarantined,” Jing entered another coughing fit, “I don’t want to,” her body tilted, and she collapsed.

Qin Ziye rushed over to her, tightly hugging her into his arms, reassuring her, we won’t be quarantined, we definitely won’t be.

At this moment, they looked like two mandarin ducks in distress. But from Tang Yuxin’s perspective, it was extremely ironic. Were they sincere? Then what was she? What was she considered?

She touched her face, then walked out.

Qin Ziye knew Tang Yuxin had left. His heart felt somewhat empty, and he didn’t know how to fill this void. Only Jing’s coughs tortured his heart from time to time.

It was only after some difficulty that Jing finally fell asleep. He then walked out, but was surprised to see that Tang Yuxin was still there. She was holding a disinfectant, spraying the room. A faint smell of chlorine hung in the air. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“She can’t be quarantined,” Qin Ziye sat down, his hands clenched tightly.

Tang Yuxin didn’t ask why. Quarantine or not, it didn’t matter to her. But she had to be responsible for others.

“This disease is contagious,” she said lightly, not intending to cause panic or curse at others.

“I know,” Qin Ziye said, “But what if it is contagious? She saved my life. If it weren’t for her saving me in Blue River, I would have been dead in Blue River, a ghost in Blue River.”

Tang Yuxin’s finger paused slightly, and then she said nothing.

“Yuxin,” Qin Ziye’s voice was rugged, “Can you… ”

“Don’t worry, I know what you want to say,” Tang Yuxin tugged at her pale lips.

“I’ll save her. No need for quarantine, no need for the hospital.”

“But I have one requirement,”

She turned her head back and stared at Qin Ziye, her swollen face intensely shocking.

“As long as you can save her, I’ll give you anything you want,” Qin Ziye’s hands tightened on his knees.

“Even if you want me to marry you, I will agree.”

Tang Yuxin picked up the small spray bottle again, and continued to spray it, disinfecting…. and her heart started to do the same.


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