"That girl, she has been sent to the general ward. She only has some skin injuries and was too frightened to coma. It is not serious." The doctor frowned as he spoke and looked Dongfang Yanye up and down. "Are you a relative of hers?"
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Dongfang Yanye only hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I am her boyfriend."
The doctor paused and continued: "Although she is fine now, her brain seems to have been hit by an external force before. There is a blood clot the size of a pea in her brain that suppresses some memory nerves. If the blood clot is not removed quickly, it may cause damage to her brain."
The patient will cause unpredictable harm and may even be life-threatening, even though the blood clot has existed for many years." The doctor looked at Dongfang Yanye, who had an eager look on his face, and said earnestly.
Dongfang Yanye just listened to the doctor's words silently, and his heart that had just been relieved became anxious again.
"Maybe the patient will forget some recent memories after the operation, but maybe he won't forget it." The doctor added and pushed the stretcher to the morgue.
Dongfang Yanye felt that his body was as heavy as lead. He staggered and walked to Su Ziyue's ward holding on to the green and cold wall.
Through the thick glass window, he saw her lying flat on the pure white bed, sleeping quietly, like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to kiss her and wake up.
He slowly turned the door handle and approached her with gentle steps.
She breathed shallowly, her beautiful brows seemed to be slightly wrinkled, her face was pale and translucent, as delicate and fragile as a porcelain doll
He slowly sat next to her, raised his hand and gently stroked her pale cheek
"Ah..., no!" Suddenly, she heard a loud cry, and then she opened her beautiful, smart eyes. But now, there was only infinite panic, fear, uneasiness, and hollowness in her eyes.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on her fair forehead, and her cheeks were slightly flushed and crystal clear due to her rapid breathing.
"Yueyue, what's wrong with you?" Dongfang Yanye hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear. His words were so soft, like the breath of an angel.
After Su Ziyue regained consciousness, she suddenly fell on his shoulder and cried loudly, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." She burst into tears. Those familiar and unfamiliar pictures kept spinning in her mind, but she just wanted to
Can't get up
These scattered and confusing fragments were haunting her all the time like ghosts, whether she was sleeping or waking up, which brought her spirit almost to the edge of collapse.
After a while, her crying became smaller and smaller, and gradually turned into a low sob.
"Evil man, I'm so scared." She suddenly raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at Dongfang Yanye. Her fragility made him feel so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.