Chapter 256 Serious Illness
But Zhao Lin clung to the paper as if it were the last straw, refusing to let go.
Her fingers trembled violently with nervousness, her fingertips turned white, and her nails almost dug into the paper.
Despite her trembling hands, she gritted her teeth and wrote her name in a crooked handwriting in the signature column, each stroke as if etched into her heart.
"doctor……"
She finally spoke, her voice as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, trembling uncontrollably, "Is this surgery... really safe? Could there be any danger? What if she... doesn't wake up?"
The doctor nodded solemnly, quickly glanced at the signed form, and then turned and strode towards the end of the corridor without hesitation, shouting as he went, "Prepare for surgery! The mother has type A blood, emergency uterine evacuation, activate the green channel!"
His voice echoed in the quiet corridor, exuding an undeniable professionalism and decisiveness.
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor's figure quickly disappeared behind the heavy metal door of the operating room.
Several nurses immediately came forward. One of the older nurses, seeing their pale faces, softened her tone and said, "Don't panic. We've seen this kind of thing many times. D&C is a routine minor surgery and the risk is not high."
She patted Zhao Lin on the shoulder, trying to calm her down, "Unless there are unexpected complications such as massive bleeding during the operation, it usually takes about two hours to finish. She will be wheeled out then, so just wait patiently."
"So... what's your wife's blood type?"
Another young nurse suddenly asked, holding a registration form in her hand, and looked up at Dong Wenxuan.
Zhao Lin was stunned.
blood type?
How could she know!
She hadn't even had a chance to properly discuss these details with Shen Cuifen, so how could she possibly remember the other person's blood type?
But in that instant, a scene flashed through her mind—a cold hospital room, the pungent smell of disinfectant, and blood slowly flowing into her veins through the IV tube…
That's a scene from my previous life!
She remembered that day when Shen Cuifen lay on the hospital bed, her face pale. The nurse was preparing to give her a blood transfusion, while she herself was emotionally agitated and shouting loudly, "I have to spend money on injections every day, can't I stop getting transfusions? Chicken blood and duck blood are also red, aren't they? They also bleed, don't they?"
At that time, the doctors and nurses were at a loss because of her antics. In the end, Shen Cuifen, despite her weak body, explained: "Humans cannot receive animal blood. If the blood type does not match, the patient's life cannot be saved."
These words struck her like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt through her body!
Just as she was lost in thought, Dong Wenxuan suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet unusually firm: "Type A."
The nurse frowned slightly and asked again, still unsure, "Are you sure? Blood transfusion is a serious matter. If the blood type is wrong, the consequences can be severe."
Dong Wenxuan frowned slightly, but his eyes remained unwavering.
He stared into the nurse's eyes, his tone almost stubbornly certain: "Yes, it's type A. I remember it very clearly."
In fact, he himself couldn't explain why he was so certain.
He had never seen Shen Cuifen's medical records, nor had he participated in her past treatments.
But a voice seemed to echo in my heart: Yes, it's type A.
It was an intuition, a premonition from the depths of his soul, as if God was reminding him that he absolutely could not make a mistake on this issue.
At this moment, Zhao Lin's memories were also fully awakened.
She snapped back to reality, grabbed the nurse who was about to turn and leave, and her voice suddenly rose: "Wait! Don't rush to match the blood! Let's check first! We...we're really not sure! If we're wrong, no one can bear the consequences!"
The nurse nodded, turned around and walked away quickly: "Family members, please sit down and don't wander around."
Dong Wenxuan nodded, but did not sit down.
He reached out and helped Xiuye's mother, Zhao Lin, to sit down on a bench at the end of the corridor.
The bench was icy cold. Zhao Lin's body went limp, and he leaned back against the chair, his face as pale as paper and his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Looking at her like this, Dong Wenxuan felt a tightness in his heart, but he himself could not stand steadily. His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he didn't know where to put his hands. He raised them and then lowered them several times. His throat moved and he opened his mouth several times, but in the end, he couldn't say a word.
His mind was in turmoil, filled with worry, fear, and unspeakable guilt.
Zhao Lin waved wearily, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "Xiuye is still waiting for you at her hospital bed... You should go now."
Dong Wenxuan suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, but then hesitated and lowered his head again.
He looked at Zhao Lin, whose eyes were closed, lips were chapped, and breathing was so shallow that it was almost invisible.
He felt sorry for his daughter, but he was even more heartbroken for her lying in the hospital room.
He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and said in a hoarse but firm voice, "I'm fine. I'll stay here and keep watch. There's no rush."
But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes uncontrollably reddened.
His biggest worry was always Xiuye.
The thought of her small body lying alone on the cold hospital bed made him realize he couldn't wait any longer.
He turned around abruptly and almost staggered as he ran toward the ward, his steps hurried and his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest.
Xiuye lay there, and the ward was so quiet that you could hear the IV drip falling.
She stared intently at the swaying incandescent light bulb on the ceiling, her eyes wide open.
The lampshade was old, the wires were loose, and the light flickered, much like her breathing, which was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
Beside the light bulb, a moth flew in at some unknown time, its wings fluttering against the lampshade, again and again, stubbornly heading towards the intense light, as if it did not understand that the light would burn it.
It kept crashing, refusing to fly away, as if it were having a hopeless dream.
"Xiuye!"
Dong Wenxuan suddenly pushed open the door, his voice hoarse, filled with the exhaustion of his long journey and an uncontrollable sob.
He spotted his daughter on the hospital bed immediately; her small figure was wrapped in a white blanket, so quiet it was unsettling.
But when he saw that she was still alive, her chest rising and falling slightly, and her eyelashes trembling slightly, his tense shoulders finally relaxed as if all his strength had been drained away.
Hearing the sound, Xiuye turned her head sharply. She still had an IV tube in her neck, but she didn't care about the pain.
In that instant, her gaze met Dong Wenxuan's eyes, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, one after another falling onto the pillow.
She raised her small hand, trembling as she stretched it out, her voice breaking with sobs: "Dad...Dad...you're here..."
Dong Wenxuan's eyes welled up with tears, his nose stung, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something.
He rushed over, bent his knees, and squatted down by the bed, letting Xiuye's outstretched arms tightly hug his neck.
She wasn't very strong, but the movement used all her strength.
He could feel her thin body trembling slightly.
He put one arm around her back and gently patted her back with the other, his voice choked as he repeated over and over, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
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