David continued: "Intracranial surgery is not as good as other surgeries after all. Even if the success rate is 99%, the consequences of the remaining 1% are not something you can imagine." His expression was solemn, and he took a deep breath before he continued to speak smoothly: "I am not only from the perspective of a doctor, but also Ye San's best friend since childhood. What will happen if this operation fails..."

As he lowered his voice, the surroundings seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. The quiet sound came into Xia Xiaobei's ears, as if there were buzzing echoes, disturbing all her thinking.

When David finally left, he patted her on the shoulder and said, "I heard that you plan to go abroad together after Ye San's illness is cured. If this is your common wish, it would be better to complete it as soon as possible. When I was in medical university, I met a very famous cranial professor. If you decide to take surgery in the United States, I can contact him."

Xia Xiaobei's puppets usually stand in place until David walks away, but still can't move. Why do everyone speak in this way, as if they are explaining their funeral? What does it mean to complete it as soon as possible? Do they all think that Shaoqian can't survive? But for so many days, he has been doing well. He smiled at her and wanted to eat the dishes she cooked. How could such a living person suddenly disappear?

She didn't believe it, but a fear arose in her heart for no reason. She clenched her cold palms and walked upstairs quickly. She didn't know what she was afraid of, but her steps were getting faster and faster, from walking to running, and finally she stepped on the high heels in the hospital corridor, attracting the side-eye all the way.

Before she arrived at Shaoqian's ward, she opened the door. He was already asleep on the bed, and he was still moving with his back to the door, as if he was sleeping soundly.

At that moment, the heartbeat that was lifting in her throat finally settled. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to walk over, she suddenly remembered something again. Her face turned pale, and she stretched out a hand, slowly, slowly, over his shoulder and tried to put it on the end of his nose.

As soon as his hand reached in front of him, she was suddenly pressed by his slightly cold fingers. She was startled and stood there in panic. Ye Shaoqian seemed to be unaware and turned his face to smile at her: "Are you back?"

She rubbed her other palm, which was covered in cold sweat, and barely pulled the corner of her mouth: "Well, I just chatted with David for a while."

He sat up, as if he had no sleepiness, patted his side and said to her, "Come here and sit."

Xia Xiaobei was confused and leaned over as he said. He placed his arm behind her, hugged her and said, "Xiaobei, I want to be discharged from the hospital."

"Ah?" She was stunned, "but the doctor said she would stay in the hospital for observation."

He hugged her and habitually rubbed his chin on her hair. The sound oozed through the dense hair: "Are you... afraid that I will die just now?"

Xia Xiaobei felt stiff for a moment, which was awkwardness that people could see through their minds.

But he smiled: "Don't worry, I promised you that I won't die so soon."

She was anxious and covered his mouth with her hands: "I promise not to say anything again..." The crystal fog in her eyes was about to cry, so he hurriedly hugged her and agreed: "I'm sorry, I won't say anything again."

After a while, he said: "David mentioned to me before that there are also good craniosurgery experts in the United States. I plan to go to the United States immediately after I am discharged from the hospital and have surgery there."

Xia Xiaobei lowered his eyelashes, knowing it very well. He was afraid that he would leave quietly suddenly and could not even do what he promised her in the end, so he was anxious to be discharged from the hospital and go to the United States with her. He always did this, remembering everything he promised her, but never caring about himself. And she had become so worried about gains and losses from time to time. Even when she was alone in the streets of the United States with Xia Nan, she was not so panic.

I don’t know who said that the reason why Ling Chi is more cruel than beheading is because she is about to die and watch her flesh beheaded bit by bit. The pain is always accompanied by deep fear. At the same time, it is psychological torture, which is far less accurate than the beheading knife. And I clearly felt that Shao Qian was leaving her little by little, and the pain was nothing like Ling Chi.

She took out the medicine bottle in a hurry and said, "Take the medicine, lie down and rest for a while after taking it. She doesn't feel tired when talking."

He smiled and said, "I'm not too ill to speak."

Seeing that she was about to frown again, he quickly silenced, took the big handful of pills in her hand, and swallowed it in one bite.

After taking the medicine, he lay down obediently. Xia Xiaobei sat by the bed with him, and soon he fell asleep. Holding her hand to sleep, he seemed very satisfied, and his eyebrows and eyes were stretched out. These days, he was tortured by illness and lost a lot of weight. His already thin face and cheekbones were even more protruding, but his facial features were still delicate and picturesque.

She could see it, and before she could sense hot liquid overflowed from her eyes. She hurriedly stood up and walked to the window. After thinking for a long time, she called Lan Jia.

"I've received all the photos, thank you."

"Don't do this with me. When will you take your family back to Shanghai?"

Xia Xiaobei paused and said silently: "Maybe I won't go back for the time being. He... is sick. We plan to fly directly from Beijing to the United States to treat the disease there."

Lan Jia was extremely smart and guessed something. After a long time, she said: "Everything will be fine. I wish you a good journey."

"Well..." She was silent for a long time and finally asked: "Lan Jia, if you love someone so much that you become less like yourself, you are anxious all day long, and you are always worried that he will leave you, and one day, he will really leave...what would you do then?"

There was no sound there for a long time. Lan Jia seemed to be thinking. Finally, she told her very firmly: "If you can't keep him, then stay in his heart forever."

Xia Xiaobei murmured: So, is she always in his heart now?

Finally, Lan Jia comforted her again and said, "Who could have expected tomorrow's thing? Why do you think so much? Why not live in front of you?"

Shaoqian also said to her: Don’t think about tomorrow, leave it to him to think about tomorrow.

After talking to Lan Jia, Xia Xiaobei's mood suddenly became clear. Maybe he was really worried. After that, Shaoqian's condition was very stable for several days. When he was in a good mood, he would fly kites with her on the hospital green space. He sat on the bench. Even if he was pajamas and slippers and folded his long legs, he was still suave and attracted the attention of countless young nurses. Xia Xiaobei took the screw and yelled around him. He put the thread far away and then took it back nervously, which made Ye Shaoqian laugh.

After David signed the letter, he started to help him with the discharge procedures. He went through several emails with Professor Stephen from the United States. After the other party learned about the condition, he happily agreed to the operation. That day, Xia Xiaobei had just brought the cooked fish soup from home. Because he couldn't free his hands to open the door, he had to call his name outside the door: "Shaoqian--"

No one responded in the ward. At this time, he couldn't go out alone, so he called out a few more times and heard the sound of someone getting out of bed.

For a long time, the door finally opened, and what appeared behind the door was Ye Shaoqian's extremely weird white face.

She was alert and frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He frowned and shook his head. He only shook lightly, but his whole body, like a slow motion of a mountain collapse, fell down weakly and slowly.

She was stunned. Her mouth was open and she couldn't even make a sound. The insulation bucket in her hand hit the ground with a "bang", and the fragrant fresh fish soup spread all over the ground.

In the iicu, he lay quietly, through a thick layer of glass, and could only see the outline of a person on the white hospital bed. Xia Xiaobei almost pressed his entire face against the glass, and the continuous tears slowly slid down the glass mirror.

David walked behind her, sighed, and said, "The surgery must be done immediately."

Her five fingers pressed on the glass were bent and stretched out weakly, and asked with sobs: "What about now? Are you not even 40% sure?"

The answer to her was David's silent sigh.

Qin Shulan also came and handed her a handkerchief to comfort her: "Don't worry, although Shaoqian is a naughty child, he can always fight for a breath at critical moments, and he will not let you down."

Xia Xiaobei took the handkerchief and nodded, his eyes still remained unfamiliar with the sleeping person in the iCu.

Qin Shulan turned her head and communicated with David about Shaoqian's situation. Listening to David's tone, the tumor worsened and was not removed immediately, causing endless troubles. However, the patient was unable to undergo surgery when he was in a coma. Now he had to wait until Shaoqian woke up and make plans for the next step.

Qin Shulan meant that after Shaoqian woke up, many experts consulted and performed the surgery in China, but David took out a confirmation letter of surgery signed and agreed by Ye Shaoqian himself, saying that if it weren't for the sudden fainting this time, he would have set out to New York for surgery three days later.

When David took out the confirmation letter, Xia Xiaobei seemed to be awakened by something. She suddenly turned around and snatched the things in David's hand. A very long explanation, including possible accidents during the operation, sequelae after surgery, etc., she couldn't understand the English, but the lower right corner was indeed Ye Shaoqian's word.

She had seen the words he wrote several times, and saw the notes he wrote casually when he was in his apartment, and in his room in the Lei family's ancestral home, he saw his homework book when he was a child, the name column, the three neat words "Ye Shaoqian" with a thick and powerful pen, which obviously had been practiced for some years.

But when did he sign such a consent form, she didn't know anything about it? If this accident had not happened, would he plan to tell her before boarding the plane? Or... he didn't plan to say it at all?

Tears fell down at some point, and they just hit the consent form. She was stunned and hurriedly wiped them off with her sleeves and handed them back to David.

Turning his face, looking at Qin Shulan, he said solemnly: "Mom, I want to marry Shaoqian, the sooner the better."

After the words came, not only Qin Shulan, but everyone present was shocked!

She used to call her Ms. Qin, Aunt Qin, and the overly intimate title of "Mom", she never dared to imagine, but she didn't feel abrupt when she spitted it out of her mouth, but she only had a kind of determination and determination.

Even Qin Shulan was stunned. She looked at Shao Qian who was still lying quietly in the iCu, and then looked at Xia Xiaobei, saying, "But Shao Qian still..."

Everyone present knows that the person lying inside may be life or death...

In the iicu, the electrocardiogram was beating calmly and slowly. Xia Xiaobei looked at it and said more firmly: "If he wakes up, I want to marry him immediately. If..." She pursed her lips and finally said the consequences that she didn't want to think too much about, "If he can't wake up, I'm still willing to marry him."

In the hotel suite, the light was dim and ambiguous. Lei Yunze sat up from the quilt, reached out to touch the lighter in his outer pocket, found a comfortable position, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box at the bedside, and put it in his mouth. The lighter skipped a moment, but it didn't ignite. He was a little stunned, pressed it again, looking at the blue flame, but it didn't move for a long time.

It seemed that there was still someone who held his hand tightly when he was in a coma and never let go. He had never been dependent on him like this in his life. At that moment, he felt that the continuous power in his palm seemed to be able to lose to her, supporting her to survive the pain. She kept holding his palm, and finally, slowly spoke up and called him: Shaoqian...

He suddenly came to his senses, and a pair of young white arms climbed up to his chest and held his hand. Slowly, with silky pleasing, he helped him ignite the smoke in his mouth. The clear smell of tobacco penetrated into his chest. He glanced at the woman beside him, with smooth silky skin, flawless body, and his pretty face, which had never completely taken off his makeup even when he was sleeping, was so delicate that it was almost unreal.

Xiao Yuan is worthy of being a new actress. With a New Year blockbuster film at the end of the year, she was named "Yang Ji". Her appearance is indeed full of glamor, and even... her skills in bed should not be underestimated.

The crystal nails with beads were slowly and gently slashing circles on his chest, trying to arouse his new round of desire.

For some reason, when I looked at the face of distortion under the light, I felt bored. What I frequently flashed in my mind was the pale and thin face when I was unconscious. She was not as beautiful as she was at most beautiful and charming. Even her pointed chin seemed to be malnourished all year round. Perhaps because she was greasy after eating too much, she would always miss the side dishes. Tonight, he really didn't feel too much.

He took a heavy breath of cigarette, and extinguished it in the ashtray beside him. He grabbed his wallet from the bedside table and put it into the slender palms with enchanting nails.

"Take it yourself."

After saying that, he had already pushed her hands away and turned over and got out of bed. The ambiguous light covered his body curve softer. He turned his back to her and began to dress, first with his pants, then with his top, and finally closed his coat meticulously.

Xiao Yuan looked at the wall clock with a little regret, but it was only midnight: "Have you just left like that?"

"Well, go home tonight." He responded casually and had already started wearing shoes.

Xiao Yuan also sat up from the bed and showed her naked upper body without any hesitation: "When it comes to your wife, I really admire her. I have been putting pressure on our company these two days and have to force me to lose my job."

He didn't even raise his head, and sneered as if he was mocking: "So are you scared?"

She was waiting for this question and said shyly: "I don't want to marry you, but I just... I just love you."

like……

He seemed to hear the funnyest joke in the world, and raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Yuan. His face was still silent, and there was a layer of cold light in his black eyes: "If you really lose your job, you can come to me."

Xiao Yuan didn't notice the ridicule in his words at all. She had to go around such a big circle, and immediately said sweetly.

He left the hotel, and the waiter in the lobby saw him leaving late at night, so he diligently stepped forward to take the room card and contacted him to park. After a while, his Maserati stopped at the door of the hotel. He sat in, started and drove away skillfully. A series of movements did not need to pass through his brain, and had been completed, as if he was so familiar that he had been immersed in bones and blood.

Since returning to Shanghai this time, he has been sleeping well. The insomnia that has existed for a long time has miraculously disappeared. Instead, she fell into her dream every night as usual. In the dream, she lay weakly and pale, holding his hand tightly, as if he was her only one. In such an urgent need, she kept calling his name in her mouth, Lei Yunze, Lei Yunze, not someone else's name, it was him, Lei Yunze, one by one, and one by one, and it kept surrounding...

One moment, when he woke up, he suddenly saw that the person by the pillow was not her, those gorgeous or enchanting faces were not her, and he was a little panicked. So he was afraid to wake up, to see that the person next to him was not her, to remember that the name she called was actually someone else, to face such cruel facts... The elevated road was whizzing past, and the city was still prosperous late at night. Countless lights were stacked, and each building was like a giant crystal tower. It was coming from a distance, almost collapsed, pressing straight toward the head, and he gradually stepped on it, and the black car body was like a flowing wind, whimpering lowly from the winding curve of the elevated road, and then the blurry scenes were thrown behind his head again.

It was already two o'clock in the evening when he returned home. He habitually refused to turn on the lights, unbuttoned his jacket, and walked straight into the bathroom. However, today, as soon as he took off his shoes, the lights in the living room were on by themselves. Under the soft orange light, there was Wen Ziyan's bright smile.

"Are you back?" Her tone was relaxed and gentle, without any complaints or blame. Her face was also comfortable and calm, wearing silk pajamas, she was sleepy among the pillows.

He was stunned for a moment, his bent over and stopped, feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a moment. He walked in as usual, took off his shirt, took off his watch, and finally realized as the warm air from the air conditioner stroking the hair in her ears: "Have you straightened your hair?"

Her sleepiness seemed to disappear. She stood up in surprise and asked him, "Did you see it? Does it look good?"

He looked at it with his black eyes for a while, but did not make any comments. Since he met Zi Yan, he had always had gentle and delicate curly hair, but sometimes soft and fluffy princess curly, and sometimes a charming curly curly of women. The color of hair is nothing more than black, chestnut, and brown. She has not changed much. But today she straightened her long hair for no reason, dyed it black and ink. After taking a shower, she cleaned her face without makeup and restored her true colors, but she didn't look like her.

The appearance of the soup noodles like this... Damn, he actually remembered that woman again!

He rubbed his hair, covered his panic, turned around and poured himself a glass of water. At some point, Wen Ziyan followed, hugged him from behind, and said coquettishly: "Husband, you haven't been home for a long time, tonight..."

She was very close to him, and her chin was leaning against his shoulder, so it was impossible not to smell the perfume of other women on him.

But she didn't let go, and even tried harder to tease him. After marriage, Wen Ziyan had always been no different from before marriage. She still used to calling him vincent and didn't ask much about his private life. Although the newspapers and gossip outside were overwhelmingly written, she rarely mentioned it. Many times he was with her, as if he was back when he was studying in France. Both of them had no relatives and had to rely on each other for life. They were the closest friends, and more like brother-sister relationships.

He always treated her as the sister of the Uncle family. Although she knew that she was calm on the surface, she would go to trouble Xiao Yuan's company in private. She had always done a clean and beautiful job. As long as she didn't go too far, he would turn a blind eye. However, when he was in Xia Xiaobei, he was really crazy and came to the Wen family with great momentum. After that, she was scolded by her mother and elder brother. After returning to Shanghai, she followed the rules and ignored his more aggressive ways of playing.
To be continued...