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The same thing happened the next day.

Zhong Yan arrived at the hospital early, and Ji Feng cooperated with the hospital's examination, still not saying much.

"Aunt Lin said she's found a doctor for you." Zhong Yan's voice was dry, like a rusty gear that hadn't been lubricated, struggling to produce a few dry sounds.

Her mood, like her voice, had become rusty.

She hadn't slept for two nights, and she was listless with dark circles under her eyes.

The first night was due to an unknown acute illness caused by the monsoon.

The second night was because I learned about the symptoms of monsoon.

The vast majority of cerebral aneurysms never rupture during a person's lifetime, but once they rupture, it is an extremely dangerous emergency with a mortality rate as high as 40%.

Even if they survive, there is a 33% chance of being left with severe disabilities. If there is bleeding again after the first surgery, the mortality rate will exceed 70%, not to mention other complications.

The cerebral aneurysm caused by monsoon disease is located deep at the base of the skull and is also known as a posterior circulation aneurysm. In addition, the irregular shape of the aneurysm makes the surgery extremely difficult.

Doctors on the island wouldn't dare to perform such a difficult surgery.

"Didn't she tell you that my surgery only had a 25% success rate?"

Monsoon is a flight-related major, which is a profession that demands a high level of data, probability, and security.

Absolutely accurate, with no room for error.

High in the sky, even the smallest, most insignificant screw can play a crucial, life-or-death role.

A success rate of 25% means the experiment is a failure and the product is scrapped.

Zhong Yan said she consulted a lot of information and also consulted many netizens who claimed to be experts in treating difficult and complicated diseases.

In his case, the success rate of surgery is 25%, but the mortality rate of waiting for the aneurysm to rupture without surgery is 100%.

Zhong Yan lay on the hospital bed, her face resting on her arm.

"You could tell that night that I didn't want to live anymore. Several times you've subtly insulted me, saying that people who waste their lives are trash. I'm still not convinced, because you haven't experienced my suffering, so how can you say that life is easy?"

"The way you berated me was really annoying."

"But I envy you so much. I envy your love for life, I envy that you have your own dreams, I envy you..."

"You can sing, compose music, and even build flying machines..."

Zhong Yan muttered to herself, saying a lot.

"I wish I could give you my life."

"Wouldn't it be better to let those who want to live live?"

When Ji Feng turned around, Zhong Yan had already fallen asleep. Stray hairs were scattered in front of her eyes, her cheeks were pale, and even her lips were pale.

Her sickly face against the white sheets made it impossible to tell who was more helpless.

When did Zhong Yan change to this appearance again?

Ji Feng suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been pinched hard by a large hand.

Just then, he noticed a white figure at the doorway out of the corner of his eye. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the nurse who was responsible for changing his dressing.

The nurse checked the medications on the upper shelf of the cart with the slip in hand before pushing the cart in to change the IV drip.

Ji Feng didn't speak. The nurse glanced at the girl lying on the hospital bed and asked Ji Feng softly, "Is your girlfriend... is your friend feeling unwell?"

The patient was a man of few words, but out of kindness, the nurse continued, "I've noticed she hasn't been doing well these past two days."

Although the nurse is a neurosurgeon, she has completed psychiatric nurse training and obtained a qualification certificate, and also participates in psychiatric collaborative work on a daily basis.

Therefore, having seen all sorts of mental patients, I have developed a certain sensitivity to their symptoms and characteristics. I dare not say that I can detect problems 100%, but I can get a 60-70% sense of them.

The monsoon raised its head.

The nurse said, "If possible, would you like to persuade her to see a psychologist?"

To verify her words, the nurse stood for a while after changing the IV drip and said, "A curled-up body indicates extreme anxiety, a contradictory expression indicates inner pain, and a vacant look indicates emotional numbness... In the past two days, when I saw her, there were obvious abnormalities, and just now her words revealed her intention to disappear, which already poses a moderate risk."

The boy's face was numb, and the nurse, unusually, said, "Don't let her wither away, talk to her."

She may have misunderstood something, thinking it was just wishful thinking on the girl's part and the boy's heartlessness.

This is often the case, both in what we see on TV and in real life.

It's not uncommon for women to develop mental health issues due to excessive grief over their boyfriends' illness.

The human heart is a very fragile thing; once it falls ill, it is very difficult to cure.

The nurse pushed the cart out.

Ji Feng thought of his mother's phone call that morning.

She went to his house to help him pack his change of clothes and said to him, "Your roses are withering."

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At noon, after Mr. and Mrs. Ji finished tidying up at home and resting, they arrived at the hospital.

"Did that girl go back?"

When the hospital notified them, they said it was a girl who made the ambulance call and helped get the patient to the hospital.

Lin Zhuyin was extremely grateful to Zhong Yan for getting to know her, which is why she told her those things in detail.

"Um."

Ji Feng asked Chen Baoran to take Zhong Yan home. She hadn't slept for a long time, and fatigue could affect her mood.

"I want to be discharged from the hospital."

Lin Zhuyin and Ji Yu exchanged a glance and quickly advised, "Let's observe you some more. I'm afraid you'll need to be transferred to another hospital immediately."

"Yes, if the medical check-up shows that my health condition is okay, I'll take a plane to City B now."

"Didn't Director Zhang say the surgery would be at the latest by the end of the month? I don't want to stay in the hospital during this time," Ji Feng said. "I still have things to finish."

Lin Zhuyin said, "But your body..."

Ji Feng suddenly smiled and said, "Mom, why don't you take a leave of absence and stay here with me?"

Lin Zhuyin hadn't heard Ji Feng talk so much in a long time, let alone seen him smile.

Lin Zhuyin laughed and cried at the same time, and her tone softened. "I said I would come with you before, but you refused, saying I was nagging. Now you're asking me to come. Do you think your mother is your servant?"

As she spoke, she got up and hurriedly went to find the doctor to discuss her discharge from the hospital.

Ji's father subconsciously turned to follow him out, but Ji Feng called out "Dad" behind him.

He said, "Dad, you know that a brain aneurysm can't be caused by someone hitting you, right?"

Father Ji nodded once, then nodded twice more forcefully.

In places unseen by the monsoon, her eyes quickly reddened.

Between men, between fathers and sons, sometimes it's enough to leave it at that point.

Zhong Yan was too tired. After being carried home by Chen Baoran and COCO, she was stared at and forced to lie on the bed. She didn't struggle for long before falling into a deep sleep.

Her mind was a jumbled mess; she kept having dreams.

In her dream, her deceased father gently called her "Qingyan," and her grandmother's warm hand stroked her head, saying, "Who can live a life without hardship? Everyone has their own hardships to endure, whether it's at the beginning or the end. Just get through it, get through it."

Another monsoon said seriously, "How do you know it has nothing to do with you?"

My phone was buzzing next to my pillow.

Zhong Yan opened her eyes groggily and heard voices in the room, as well as a fragrant aroma.

"Watch out! The porridge is overflowing! Lift the lid!"

"Your sweet and sour pork with pineapple is almost boiled dry! Hey, little seagull, don't pounce! Haven't you ever seen someone who'd rather go into the oil yourself?"

The noisy sounds made Zhong Yan even more confused.

She opened her eyes and looked around. It seemed like she was in her own home, but her "home" was never this lively.

It took her a long time to sit up. She looked towards the door and a figure flashed past, startling her. Then the figure came back and leaned against the door to greet her.

"Xiao Yan, you're awake? Perfect timing, time for dinner." It was Coco.

"Eat?" Zhong Yan put on her slippers, her body still feeling weak, due to excessive fatigue.

"Yeah, you haven't eaten or slept properly for two days, have you? Don't mind us using your kitchen. The main problem is that the restaurant industry hasn't recovered yet, and there's nowhere to order takeout."

Four dishes sat steaming on the table, while Chen Baoran and Coco smiled broadly across from them.

"Ji Feng asked us to come, so don't be shy, he paid for it."

Zhong Yan's eyes stung with tears. "How is he... how is he in the hospital?"

"You can ask him yourself later. Hurry up and eat, or it will get cold."

Chen Baoran and Coco are not the type to stand on ceremony, and they have already started eating. Zhong Yan is worried about Ji Feng, so she turns on her phone first.

Jifeng sent her two messages as soon as she woke up.

WIND: [Do you know what the line I dislike the most from Titanic is?]

Before she could answer, Jifeng had already given his own answer.

WIND: [You jump, I jump]

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Monday, August 24, 2025

Even when the world is pouring rain, he will still hold an umbrella for me.