Ever since Li Qingzhu woke up, Bai Qinghan and him have been together almost every day.

Whether it was the morning sun shining through the windowsill or the night stars adorning the sky, he stayed with Li Qingzhu, as if he wanted to hold on to this lost and regained time firmly in his hands.

He often leaned against the headboard, listening to Bai Qinghan recount the events of the past few years, occasionally interjecting with a smile and lightly teasing, "You've become a bit more nagging these past few years."

Bai Qinghan raised an eyebrow at that and smiled as he moved closer to Li Qingzhu: "Nagging? Would you rather I just ignore you coldly?"

Li Qingzhu shook her head, her eyes full of doting: "It's better this way, at least I know you are always here."

Now that his children have grown up and have their own families, it’s time for him to spend his old age with the one he loves most.

While the two were talking, Bai Luoqi and Cheng Linfeng would come over from time to time to "make trouble".

Bai Luoqi squeezed to the side of Li Qingzhu's bed with a bunch of toys in his arms, and said in a baby voice, "Grandpa, when you're well, I'll teach you how to play with building blocks!"

Li Qingzhu looked at her grandson and smiled, "Okay, then you have to teach me step by step when the time comes. Don't be lazy."

Bai Luoqi nodded vigorously and patted his chest to assure: "Grandfather, don't worry! I'm the best!"

After Li Qingzhu finished speaking, she looked at Bai Yan who was sitting next to her and said, "Xiao Shu is already married. What are your plans, you two?"

It’s not that Li Qingzhu wants to urge marriage, but she just doesn’t want Bai Yan and Cheng Yu to delay any longer.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm preparing." Bai Yan had already started preparing, but there were too many things going on recently and he couldn't settle down, so there was no progress.

Hearing this, Li Qingzhu smiled and shook her head: "I'm not rushing you, but you've been worrying a lot about the family over the years. I hope you can find your own happiness."

Bai Yan lowered his head in thought for a moment, then raised his head with a gleam in his eyes: "Dad, don't worry, I know what I want. I'm almost ready, just waiting for the right time."

Bai Qinghan sat next to him and rarely spoke to him, "Don't be so perfunctory, I won't let you go first."

Their family owes Cheng Yu too much, and they can only keep this gratitude in their hearts. No matter how much they do, they can never repay it.

Bai Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile: "Father, don't worry, you will be satisfied by then, and he will like it too."

*

At the same time, the medical team in the Muqier Star Palace waited for five days and finally received stem cells that matched Yunwushu.

The first step in the stem cell transplant is to pre-treat Yunwushu with high-dose chemotherapy and radiation therapy.

Chemotherapy drugs were slowly injected into Yunwushu's veins by a precise infusion pump.

"The chemotherapy regimen uses a combination of high-dose cyclophosphamide and fludarabine, which can effectively eliminate malignant cells in the patient's body." The leading doctor is called Lin Chen, an expert who was specially invited back.

Just wait after the injection.

In the spotless, sterile ward, the light is soft and the air carries a hint of the cool scent of disinfectant.

The life monitoring equipment in the corner of the room emits a regular "beeping" sound, adding a sense of stability to the slightly depressing space.

After two days of chemotherapy, Yun Wushu began to experience mild adverse reactions such as vomiting and hair loss, but he just smiled indifferently.

Chrisel beside him held his hand, and the warm palm conveyed firm strength.

His eyes, as deep as the blue sea, were now fixed on Yunwushu, his eyes revealing concern and a hint of hidden pain.

"How do you feel?" Kristel asked softly, her voice soft and low, as if she was afraid of disturbing the person in the hospital bed.

Yunwushu opened his eyes and slowly looked at Chrisel.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, this little trouble won't kill me."

Chriselle forced a smile, but the worry in her eyes could not be hidden. "Lin Chen said that this is just the beginning. Don't force it. If it hurts, just say it out."

"If it hurts, can you hug me, brother?" Yun Wushu's voice was low and pitiful.

Chriselle said helplessly but with some doting, "Hold me, I can hold you for the rest of my life."

Lin Chen stood in front of the operating table, looking down at the latest biochemical data in the Yunwu Book.

"The liver and kidney function indicators have dropped slightly, but are still within the controllable range." Lin Chen's assistant handed over the data report.

"Continue to observe. If the value drops further, adjust the infusion ratio immediately." Lin Chen commanded calmly, without a trace of panic in his tone.

Outside the ward, the servants moved quietly to avoid making any noise.

Late at night, in the garden outside the palace walls, a gentle breeze caressed the blossoming flowers, and silver moonlight shone on the cobblestone path. Chrisel sat on a bench outside the ward, a report in hand, her eyes fixed on the distant starry sky.

"He's always been so stubborn and never lets anyone see his vulnerable side." Chrisel murmured softly, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness in her voice.

Yunwushu seemed to tell him that she was in pain and tired, but in fact, when she was really in pain, she was still enduring it by herself. Sometimes she would wake up in pain at night and would just grit her teeth.

Lin Chen walked out of the ward, glanced at him, and whispered comfortingly, "Don't worry too much. Although his body is weak, his willpower is stronger than anyone else's. He will definitely survive this operation."

Kristel nodded but said nothing.

He knew that what Lin Chen said was true, but it could not completely calm his inner anxiety.

*

The day of the operation finally arrived. The morning light shone through the ward window onto the operating table, adding a layer of holy glory to this life-and-death battle.

"Wait for me to come out." Yun Wushu wanted to raise his head and kiss Chriselle, but he didn't have the strength at the moment.

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