"With Miss Gu performing the surgery, the chances of success are very high. However, while the surgery may be successful, the complications after the surgery are even more serious. You need to be mentally prepared for that."

Although Fu Ying is not a doctor, she has heard of many such cases. All craniotomy surgeries are extremely risky, and many people never wake up after the surgery. Even if the life-threatening sequelae have not yet occurred, they are enough to break down the defenses she has painstakingly built up.

"Old Li, I don't want him to die. I really don't want him to end up like this. Why did it have to be like this? Why was he so foolish? He didn't have to come. I made my intentions so clear, but why wouldn't he give up?"

"My child, love in this world is inherently irrational. Some are stingy, some are selfless, some would rather live a carefree life than be confined to a courtyard, while others are willing to give up the world just to spend their lives with their loved one. Everyone's choice has its meaning; the important thing is how you choose. Meeting someone is easy, but falling in love with someone and walking through life together is very difficult. There are very few people in this world willing to give their lives for you, and sometimes, once you miss them, they are gone forever."

As someone who has been through it all, Mr. Li has long seen through everything in this world, but love is the one thing he cannot explain even with all his knowledge.

He is a doctor, a warrior fighting against death, and someone who stands closest to both hell and heaven, witnessing the fearless or indifferent people at the end of their lives.

Some people love money, some love fame, some love beauty, but there will always be someone who loves you unconditionally.

"Although I don't know exactly what happened between you and the patient in the operating room, a man who would give his life for you is someone you can entrust your life to."

Upon hearing Mr. Li's words, Fu Ying was already sobbing uncontrollably. She tried her best to control her voice, "Mr. Li, if someone does something to hurt you, but is willing to give their life for you, should you forgive them?"

"The harm a person inflicts on you should not be compared to what they have given you, but people often do make such comparisons. So the most important thing is how much of their love for you you feel in your heart."

Fu Ying recalled everything Ye Sijue had done for her; though his love had never been expressed, it had already resonated deeply.

Even so, she still couldn't be sure of her own feelings. "I...I don't know either."

Old Li looked at her meaningfully, "You've already forgiven him, haven't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me this question."

Fu Ying froze for a second, then felt a piercing pain in her chest.

Yes, in her heart, she had already forgiven Ye Sijue long ago, not because of his selfless rescue this time, but because in his repeated pleas, she saw his rough edges smoothed out, and his claws no longer sharp.

She once thought it was very difficult to change a person, but Ye Sijue defied the "instinct for indifference" that his devilish father had forcibly instilled in him over the past twenty years and tried his best to love himself.

She had long felt his love, but she had always refused to admit it or believe it.

But having experienced death, what else could she not admit?!

Just then, a nurse rushed over, pointing towards the operating room, and said, "They're out! They're out, Dean Li!"

"Ye Sijue! Ye Sijue!" Fu Ying, disregarding her still-unbandaged wound, got up and ran towards the operating room, turning back to apologize to Old Li, "Old Li, I'm sorry, I have to go take a look first."

When Fu Ying arrived at the operating room, Ye Sijue was being wheeled out on a stretcher, his body covered with various tubes and his head wrapped in gauze.

"Ye Sijue? Ye Sijue? How are you feeling?" She called his name softly, but the person on the bed did not respond at all.

"What's going on? Why doesn't he respond at all when I call him? Is it because the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet?" Fu Ying looked up and asked the doctor who had wheeled Ye Sijue out of the operating room.

The assistant doctors looked at each other, none of them willing to step forward and tell Fuying this cruel news.

"Ms. Fuying, the patient needs to be transferred to the intensive care unit for 48 hours of observation. The specific situation can only be determined after 48 hours."

"Tomorrow? Why wait until tomorrow?" Fu Ying didn't understand.

At the same time, Gu Momo also took off her mask and walked out of the operating room.

Seeing this, Fu Ying immediately went to greet him, "Sister Mo Mo, why didn't Ye Sijue respond when I called him? You're so amazing, the surgery must have been successful, right? Is he still under anesthesia? That's why he seems completely unconscious. He should wake up once the anesthesia wears off, right?"

Gu Momo looked at her with heartache. She couldn't bear to tell Fu Ying the truth, but as a doctor, she had no choice but to speak up.

"Fuying, Ye Sijue's surgery was successful, but he's not completely out of danger yet. If he doesn't wake up within two days, he might..."

"Maybe what?" Fu Ying guessed at a possibility, but she dared not face such an outcome and asked with fear in her eyes.

"He may never wake up."

Gu Momo's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Fu Ying's carefully constructed psychological defenses collapsed in an instant, and she almost lost her balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Gu Momo caught her in time.

"Fuying, are you alright?" Gu Momo didn't know how to comfort her. Seeing the brokenness in her eyes, she felt incredibly sorry for her.

"Sister Momo, are you kidding me? Did you and Ye Sijue agree to lie to me together? He's probably throwing a tantrum because I haven't forgiven him, so he made you say this to me, right?" Fu Ying grabbed her wrist. "Sister Momo, tell him I'm not angry anymore, I've forgiven him, and please tell him to stop joking with me, okay?"

Gu Momo didn't dare to look her in the eye. "Fuying, everything I said is true."

Fu Ying pressed her lips tightly together, shaking her head repeatedly in denial, "This isn't real, this isn't real, Ye Sijue will definitely wake up, he will definitely wake up!"

As she spoke, she turned around and lay down on the stretcher, reaching out from under the covers to touch Ye Sijue's almost icy hand. Her voice trembled as she said, "Ye Sijue, I forgive you. Please wake up, okay? Don't joke with me anymore. I'm scared. I'm really scared."

Seeing the almost desperate look in Fuying's eyes, Gu Momo walked over and grabbed her shoulders. "Fuying, look at me, look into my eyes, and listen carefully to what I have to say."