Nie Rong's illness this time was particularly strange.
His intracranial pressure was abnormally high, which suggested a possible stroke, but no bleeding point could be found.
I'm wondering if it's a sudden tumor. I've already had imaging done, but they didn't find any abnormalities.
So they just used conservative treatment to lower his intracranial pressure, which only prolonged the treatment.
A Yuan's impression of his grandfather was not as deep as that of Er Ye and Dong Ye. However, when Nie Zhao put him down, he stumbled over and pulled Nie Rong's hand. Nie Rong actually squeezed it back, and his electrocardiogram also rose.
Nie Zhao quickly pulled his son away and asked Director Liu of the neurology department, "His intracranial pressure is normal, so why isn't he waking up?"
Director Liu said, "We also find it strange. The intracranial pressure rises as soon as we stop the medication, and it drops when we start the medication, but the person still can't wake up. However, long-term use of intracranial pressure medication will put a strain on his heart, so Chairman Nie, you..."
Nie Zhao hesitated to comment, but Liang Lisheng said, "We have made all the necessary preparations for the funeral."
Director Liu nodded and said, "I'm so sorry, my wife booked my plane ticket to the Maldives for Christmas a long time ago, and I can't get a refund now. But if Uncle has any problems, I will come back as soon as possible."
Today is actually the start of the Christmas holiday. Most of the white people who work in Hong Kong have gone on vacation or returned to their hometowns. The locals are too. The rich go abroad for vacation, and even those who don't have money go out to party. These few days are a sea of joy.
If Nie Rong were to die in these next few days, it would be nothing short of causing trouble for everyone.
However, he shouldn't die, because upon hearing Nie Zhao's voice, he struggled to raise his hand, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something. Director Liu was watching, so Nie Zhao bent down and called out, "Father."
Nie Rong remained silent for a long while, but Liang Lisheng heard him clearly and whispered, "Boss, he wants to see A Yao."
Nie Rong wasn't actually that old, and he was usually in good health. This time, not only was his illness strange, but his face was also bluish-purple and his lips were black, making him look like he was possessed. But his preference was that even if he was possessed, he still wanted to see Nie Yao.
Nie Zhao never actually stopped Nie Yao from coming back; it was just that Nie Yao didn't want to come back.
It seems the old man couldn't hold on any longer and was indeed about to pass away, which is why he was thinking of his beloved son.
Nie Zhao asked Liang Lisheng, "Didn't you call Nie Yao to come back and meet me?"
Liang Lisheng said, "I guess you'll have to call him; I can't get him back."
At this moment, Nie Rong suddenly opened his eyes, but he was not looking at Nie Zhao, but at Chen Rou behind him.
He reached out and, with all his might, called out, "Arou!"
Chen Rou had no choice but to step forward: "Father, I'm here."
Despite his serious illness, the old man wasn't too confused. He murmured, "Protect, protect Ah Zhao."
He also knew that, compared to Nie Yao, Nie Zhao was the most dangerous one.
Chen Rou grasped the old man's hand in return and said softly, "I will."
Nie Rong's voice was hoarse. He took a deep breath and said, "Call, call, A Yao."
It seems he really is dying, clinging to life, just wanting to see his most beloved son one last time.
What else could Chen Rou say? She simply said, "I'll call him."
Nie Rong closed his eyes, but then called out again, "Yuzhu, Yuzhu, wait, wait..."
Nie Zhao glanced sideways, also worried that the child might be frightened, and Song Yuanchao immediately took A Yuan out.
But Nie Rong was really a pain. He looked like he was about to die, so Nie Zhao even canceled the Christmas dinner at the Governor's House that he and Chen Rou were supposed to attend that night and sent Nie Han instead. As a result, Nie Rong stayed with him until midnight. Not only did he not die, but his intracranial pressure remained stable and he even looked much better than before, which made Nie Zhao want to swear.
They got home close to midnight, and Christmas Eve officially began.
After having milk in the hospital and taking a nice nap, A-Yuan woke up to find himself in a magical world. All the trees outside were covered with stars and snowflakes, and the song "Jingle Bells" was being sung everywhere along the way.
Nie Jiajun was also in the car, sitting next to his younger brother. He couldn't help but sigh, "You're just unlucky. Back when we were kids, during these days, our second uncle would drive his convertible Porsche and take us out on the street."
This car also has an electric sunroof, but it's small.
However, after hearing Nie Jiajun say that, Song Yuanchao opened the sunroof cover so that A Yuan could see the fireworks.
Nowadays, the most festive Christmas in all of Asia is in Hong Kong, and the Nie family spends tens of millions of dollars on this holiday.
Although A Yuan didn't know what it would feel like to drive a convertible sports car through the streets on Christmas Eve, just looking out the window at this moment was already dazzling. He pointed to the huge, brightly lit Christmas tree not far away and exclaimed, "Wow!"
Nie Jiajun looked at it and said to Song Yuanchao, "Let's go around the department store. This year's Christmas decorations were done by our jewelry store. My older sister was in charge of making them. Although she's a big idiot, her advertising designs are very beautiful."
Song Yuanchao was obedient enough to swerve the steering wheel sharply, and Nie Zhao, sitting in the back of the passenger seat, suddenly let out a cold snort.
Nie Jiajun was unaware that Song Zai was looking for a house, and his older sister was going to go out and live with someone else. His uncle was very unhappy about this, but unfortunately, he dared not speak out. He could only hear his uncle's snorting, which sounded very much like his grandfather's.
He then said to A Yuan, "Did you hear your dad's voice just now? I'll let you in on a secret, it sounds exactly like Grandpa's."
Although A Yuan didn't understand, he smiled mischievously along with his brother. His brother secretly glanced at his father, and he copied him, secretly glancing back. Well, how should I put it, this little guy is really good at providing emotional value to people.
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