Husband, Spend Some Gold Coins

In appearance, Qin Yizhi’s ward was no different from others, but it was unique inside. It was even closer to the department than Hou Linong’s ward, conveniently located near the nurse’s station for regular checkups.

Xie Qi entered the ward and noticed a nurse placed an indwelling needle for the nutrient solution on Qin Yizhi’s movable right hand.

While considering suggesting the nurse tie up Qin Yizhi’s right hand to prevent movement and aid blood recovery, Xie Qi hesitated. Qin Yizhi shouldn’t have moved in front of the nurse, or Yao Wenzhu wouldn’t have been so excited seeing Qin Yizhi grabbing his hand.

Xie Qi changed his seat and observed Qin Yizhi’s left hand, covered in pinholes and turning blue, making his skin appear particularly pale—a pitiable sight.

Despite not dwelling too seriously on it, Xie Qi hoped for Qin Yizhi to wake up much later on, perhaps even stayed like this for another year or two.

Feeling an unexplainable bad mood, Xie Qi refrained from talking to Qin Yizhi. He didn’t want to engage in conversation, even dismissing the idea of kissing Qin Yizhi when he promised.

After staring at Qin Yizhi for a while, Xie Qi’s eyes grew painfully tired. Coupled with overwhelming sleepiness, he couldn’t hold his head up and fell onto the bed, lying beside Qin Yizhi, slipping into a deep sleep.

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This time, he had a restful sleep. Upon waking, he felt numb and oddly content. However, as his consciousness returned, he suddenly realized something. What was this warm feeling in his arm…?

Startled, he sat up straight and, through the thin afterglow outside the window, saw clearly that the hand under his face was Qin Yizhi’s hand.

Xie Qi: “…”

Fumbling to turn on the light, the brightness filled the room, making it impossible for Xie Qi to overlook the sparkle on the back of Qin Yizhi’s hand.

Xie Qi wiped his mouth, thinking calmly that sleeping on your stomach could indeed lead to such problems, and it was okay.

Taking out more pieces of tissue, he carefully wiped the water stains on the back of Qin Yizhi’s purple hand and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Of course, Qin Yizhi couldn’t hear it. Xie Qi grabbed the back of Qin Yizhi’s hand carefully and observed, whispering, “No wonder there is a smell of iodine solution and plaster in the mouth.”

The back of Qin Yizhi’s hand bore marks from the needle pricks. The pale skin made the marks even more shocking.

Xie Qi put down Qin Yizhi’s hand and checked his phone, discovering numerous missed calls and messages, many from Yao Wenzhu.

Reading the messages, he found not only messages from Yao Wenzhu but also from Uncle Wang. Hesitating for a moment, he clicked on Uncle Wang’s message first: [Xiao Qi, what are you planning? When will you be back? If it’s convenient, please reply to the message.]

Xie Qi didn’t reply immediately and then clicked on Yao Wenzhu’s message: [Baby, did your husband react today? Is true love’s kiss still useful?]

Xie Qi: “…”

He hadn’t done anything today. Besides, Qin Yizhi’s hands made comfortable pillows.

Feeling guilty and unsure how to reply, he whispered to Qin Yizhi, “Your mother really cares about you and sometimes I envy you.” As these words came out, Xie Qi himself felt stunned.

Thinking it over, Xie Qi did envy Qin Yizhi. Yao Wenzhu likely accompanied Qin Yizhi daily, caring for him even though he had been in a vegetative state for half a year.

To be honest, Jiang Sining didn’t show much concern for him, and Xie Qi could understand. Their relationship was always easygoing, making unnecessary concern seemed superfluous, so he gradually omitted it.

Apart from being his mother, Jiang Sining was also a woman who enjoyed life. It was natural for her to prioritize her own well-being.

Xie Qi didn’t expect her to be a flawless and loving mother, and in many instances, she was resilient enough.

Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of Yao Wenzhu’s meticulous care for her child.

Of course, physical intimacy was good too.

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Xie Qi first replied to Yao Wenzhu’s message, saying, [Sorry, I fell asleep. I can’t talk now. I will update you when I’m done.]

After responding, he carefully examined Qin Yizhi’s face. Being a boy, how could he keep kissing a vegetative person of the same gender? Though there was no personal connection, kissing against the person’s wishes could be considered harassment, so he was in a dilemma.

But he couldn’t entirely avoid it because Yao Wenzhu believed they were having an affair. Qin Yizhi liked him for four years, so there was no concept of refusal. In this situation, Xie Qi found himself in a tricky spot.

All he could do was engage in wordplay.

Xie Qi sincerely said to Qin Yizhi, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Don’t worry, I won’t kiss your lips.” While saying this, he lifted Qin Yizhi’s hand with the purple back and lowered his head. Blowing gently, he tried to fulfill his responsibility, “The back of your hand is swollen. I’ll blow it for you for a hundred yuan. Ah… kiss of true love, actually, I don’t really want to kiss you because I don’t like…”

Suddenly Xie Qi’s eyes suddenly opened wide, staring at Qin Yizhi’s wrist in disbelief, the tips of his teeth and tongue felt heavy, and Qin Yizhi’s index finger dug into Xie Qi’s throat, while his other fingers tightly grasped Xie Qi’s soft cheeks.

Xie Qi then retched, and before he could pull out Qin Yizhi’s finger, Qin Yizhi pulled it out himself, and rubbed the finger stained with Xie Qi’s saliva against Xie Qi’s face.

It was like he used his face as a rag to wipe his hands because he disliked his saliva.

Xie Qi: “…”

Fuck!

A fucking fart!

Was he really a vegetative patient?

Xie Qi stood up suddenly, grabbing Qin Yizhi’s finger. “Are you pretending???”

Qin Yizhi’s hand tightly clutched Xie Qi’s hand. Xie Qi instinctively tried to pull away, but to his surprise, Qin Yizhi held his hand firmly in his palm.

Xie Qi: “!!!”

As a strong urge to urinate hit him, Xie Qi’s face turned crimson. He pursed his lips, trying to calm down and prying Qin Yizhi’s fingers away.

However, he noticed that Qin Yizhi’s fingers were turning white at the joints due to the excessive force—yet he refused to let go, as if engaging in a contest with Xie Qi.

Despite Xie Qi being a strong boy, he struggled to pry apart Qin Yizhi’s fingers. His lower abdomen felt swollen, and Xie Qi, in embarrassment, clenched his legs tighter, intensifying his efforts to free Qin Yizhi’s grip. His usually sweet voice, now tainted with anxiety and a hint of pleading, sounded weak and soft, “Let go, let go quickly…!”

With no response from Qin Yizhi, and the pressure mounting in his lower abdomen, Xie Qi, unable to hold back any longer, gritted his teeth and threatened, “If you don’t let go, I’ll, I’ll…”

Even though he knew Qin Yizhi might not be in a vegetative state, Xie Qi couldn’t care less. Blushing from head to toe like a roasted shrimp, he lowered his voice, uttering the threatening words, “…I’ll pee on your hands!”

Instantly, Qin Yizhi’s hands relaxed, retracting into fists.

Xie Qi: “…”

Was this person still in a vegetative state?!?