Quick Wear: The Cold Beauty's Sickly Husband is Super Clingy

After a while, all the doctors and nurses left. Old Madam Ye walked to the bedside with the help of Ye Nan and stared at Ye Xi with tears in her eyes.

"Son, you scared your mother to death." Mrs. Ye's voice was trembling, and she looked frightened and terrified.

Ye Xi slightly raised the finger holding the blood oximeter and gently touched his old mother's hand.

"Mom, I'm awake."

Madam Ye held her son's hand and spoke slowly with tears in her eyes: "Fortunately you woke up, otherwise what would I do in the future!"

She experienced the heart-wrenching pain of almost losing her son twice, and both times happened when she was in her seventies.

For her, the pain of losing both of her own children to critical condition was too much for her to bear.

Ye Xi was silent for a moment.

He looked at Jiang Shuo on his left, who was holding his hand and crying, and then looked at Old Madam Ye on his right, who was holding his hand and crying, and felt a little tired.

Madam Ye cried for a while, then put Ye Xi's hand back on the bed, and said with all her might, "You should have a good rest first."

"I'll ask the nanny to make some porridge and bring it to you."

She and Ye Nan led the Ye family out of the ward and stopped all irrelevant people outside.

Ye Xi and Jiang Shuo were the only ones left in the ward. Jiang Shuo's parents and the Ye family formed a united front and just wanted the two people inside to have a good talk.

Seeing this, the National Security Bureau staff who had been waiting all night could only continue to wait outside the ward and wait until the two people who had experienced life and death had finished their conversation before going in.

Ye Xi, who was lying on the hospital bed, stretched out his right hand and touched Jiang Shuo who was leaning in front of him, and said softly: "Jiang Shuo, I have already calculated that I will live a hundred years with you, and these disasters cannot take me away."

"Wipe your tears quickly."

He really didn't want to admit that Jiang Shuo, who cried like a dirty bun, was the man he liked.

Jiang Shuo wiped his tears carelessly, "I don't usually cry like this..."

It would have been better if he didn't raise his hand to wipe it, but this action made his face even dirtier.

Ye Xi tried to hold back but still couldn't.

"Do you want to go back and change your clothes and wash yourself?"

It's really dirty! And the smell is so strong!

Just by looking at it, he felt that his mysophobia factor had soared to the extreme.

"!" Jiang Shuo felt like an arrow pierced his heart.

The tears that had just been wiped away came flooding back again, and she cried so hard that people outside the ward could hear it.

"Woo woo woo! You actually think I'm dirty!"

He sobbed and said, "I waited for you all night, so I didn't have time to change clothes."

Ye Xi frowned, "Get out! Change your clothes and come back to see me."

The other person's appearance was so disgusting that Ye Xi's love filter was shattered.

Jiang Shuo howled even louder, let go of Ye Xi's hand and went out crying.

"Wow, I'm too embarrassed to see anyone."

Ye Lang had just returned to the hospital from the police station when he ran into Jiang Shuo, who was crying. He looked at the speechless people around him and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What's wrong with Jiang Shuo?"

Ye Nan grabbed his silly son and said, "Your uncle dislikes Jiang Shuo for being so dirty, so he told Jiang Shuo to go back and clean himself up before coming back to see him."

Ye Lang glanced at Jiang Shuo and felt a little helpless about his friend's current sloppy appearance.

"Don't blame my uncle for disliking it. I dislike it too."

Not only did he not change his bloodstained clothes, his hair was messy, and his face was dirty.

Even he, who doesn't have a mysophobia, can't stand it, let alone his uncle who has a severe mysophobia. Back then, even a little blood on him could be smelled by the other party, and now the smell on Jiang Shuo...

Emm~It’s hard to describe in words!

"Stop howling and come home with me to take a shower and change clothes!" Jiang Shuo's father took his troublesome son away and decided to wash him clean before sending him back, otherwise he didn't know how many people would embarrass him.

Jiang Shuo's mother stayed outside the ward so that if anything happened, she could notify the father and son who had left in time.

Ye Nan grabbed her unfortunate son's ear and said, "Send your grandmother home to have some rest. Don't stay here and make me worry about you."

As soon as Ye Lang finished laughing, Jiang Shuo got into trouble. After escaping his mother's ear twisting, he quickly supported his grandmother and ran away. He didn't want to be scolded by his mother again.

"Grandma, let's go home."

"Let's go." Old Madam Ye followed her grandson. She was exhausted both physically and mentally after having held on from last night until now. She really needed a good rest now.

Ye Nan looked at several senior leaders of the National Security Bureau, cheered himself up and said, "Let's go in together."

Several leaders followed Ye Nan into the ICU ward with firm steps. A row of people stood beside the bed, each of them making their presence felt.

The head of the National Security Bureau spoke first, and said to the sick beauty on the bed: "Mr. Ye Xi, we have a few questions to consult you."

Ye Xi looked at them as usual and sat up straight with the help of Ye Nan.

He said gently, "Ask."

The middle-aged leader took the tablet handed to him by the person next to him and played a video for Ye Xi. The video content was the scene where Ye Xi caused lightning to strike someone last night.

After the video was over, he pointed at the yellow talisman paper on the video screen and asked, "Can you explain these talismans and the lightning that fell from the sky?"

Ye Xi raised his hand to push away the long hair that blocked his eyes, and raised his eyes calmly, "Since you are here, you should know that I used to be a Taoist priest."

"Haven't you heard of the Taoist methods?"

The middle-aged leader put away the tablet computer and asked, "Does that mean you really know Taoism?"

He seemed calm and composed, but in fact, the exclamation mark in his heart had already reached the sky.

Under the gazes of several people, Ye Xi nodded calmly and took the initiative to explain: "I have been practicing Taoism for twelve years, and I am proficient in talismans and have a basic understanding of formations."

The middle-aged leader took a breath and asked with a little excitement: "So, people in this world can really cultivate to become immortals? Just like the Taoists who became immortals in the legend."

Ye Xi's pair of dark eyes revealed a cold light, and when he looked over, he was as cold as the wind.

"I can, but you can't."

He was able to cultivate and form the Dan because he was the god of the stars and could absorb the power of the stars. Ordinary people could not be like him.

“Unless the Dharma Ending Age ends, it will be useless for ordinary people to cultivate until they grow old.”

His words almost killed the rising curiosity of those people from the National Security Bureau.

"Then why can you?"

A young leader asked a question that several people around him did not ask.

Ye Xi looked at him lazily, "You have a good talent, you can't learn it."

He said this nonchalantly, but it made several leaders on the opposite side want to punch him.

“!!!” So ​​angry!

Didn't the investigation report say that Ye Xi had a cold personality? When did he become a poisonous tongue?

The steady middle-aged leader put on a smile again and informed the other party of the results of the discussion in the bureau.

"Because of your own special characteristics, our National Security Bureau has decided to invite you to join the special team after discussion. I wonder what Mr. Ye thinks?"

Ye Xi frowned slightly, "Special group? I'm not interested in joining you."

The middle-aged leader said with a smile: "All you need is to put your name on the bureau."

Ye Nan said softly to Ye Xi: "Little brother, you might as well think about it."

Ye Xi lazily responded, "Go ahead, as long as it doesn't affect my cultivation."

The middle-aged leader smiled wider upon hearing this, and said sincerely, "Okay, welcome to join us. When Mr. Ye recovers from his illness, I will take you to the bureau to familiarize yourself with the place. You will be our colleague in the future."

"Yeah." Ye Xi nodded gently, then fell back onto the bed and lay down to rest.

He was tired from chatting and wanted to sleep.