Cheng Ran stayed there for three days, his stubble turned into a short beard, and his cheeks became sunken. He was too tired and too worried, and his condition deteriorated rapidly.
On the third day, the doctor came to check on her from time to time. Everyone knew that this was a critical day; if Jiang Wan didn't wake up, she might never wake up again.
In the morning, Xue He, looking haggard, brought Cheng Ran some food. She didn't have the energy to prepare anything that everyone liked, so she just made something simple.
"Cheng Ran, don't complain about how bad Mom's cooking is. Just eat it as is. This can't go on forever. You're a living, breathing person!"
People are supposed to be made of iron and food, but he treated himself like steel, refusing to eat or drink anything. Although Xue He wasn't his biological mother, as his mother-in-law, she felt both heartache and pity for him when she saw him like this.
"Yes, Cheng Ran, listen to me, eat something..."
Jiang Jianguo took the lunchbox from Xue He and was pushed away as soon as he handed it to Cheng Ran.
His voice was hoarse as he held Jiang Wanqing's hand tightly, offering her warmth, and wanting to be the first to contact her if she made a sound.
"I don't want it, take it away."
There was no anger, no emotion, only focus on his wife in bed.
At that moment, the doctor pushed open the door and came in, followed by two nurses.
"Still no movement from the injured today?"
"No..." Xue He answered while tears streamed down her face, "Doctor, is there really no way..."
She was still clinging to a last glimmer of hope, but before she could finish speaking, the doctor raised his hand to interrupt her.
"I already told you about the surgery beforehand. If he doesn't wake up today, we'll go back and prepare for the funeral. Two lives lost, alas."
"Wait, doctor, don't go..." Cheng Ran suddenly called out to the doctor, "Please check my wife again, just in case... just in case she's conscious but just can't open her eyes and can't move, please, please check her again."
"I've already told you before, the best outcome if he doesn't wake up is a vegetative state, and the worst outcome is loss of vital signs. How could you..."
With a thud, Xue He knelt down before the doctor. If the nurse hadn't pulled her back in time, she probably would have kowtowed to him.
"Doctor, please have mercy and see my daughter. She has two elderly parents to care for, a daughter to raise, and a husband who loves her dearly. Even if... even if her life ends here, could you please let her open her eyes and say goodbye to us... even just a few words... I beg you!"
"Don't……"
Seeing that Xue He was determined to kowtow to him, the doctor quickly stepped forward.
"Get up quickly, let me try, let me take a look at her first."
"good!"
Xue He and Jiang Jianguo were grateful and made way for her. Cheng Ran, who was reluctant to let go of Jiang Wanqing's hand, also had to make way.
The doctor pried open Jiang Wanqing's eyes, listened to her heartbeat, and took her pulse. After a long while, he still shook his head.
"Her vital signs are weakening. Hurry up and prepare. If you want to talk to her, I can't guarantee that. We can try giving her an injection, but... if we do that, her vital signs will suddenly become strong, but she will die very quickly. You should think it over carefully."
The doctor explained the pros and cons to them, letting them make their own decisions and take responsibility for them.
Do you want a living dead person to stay with you for a few more hours, or do you want someone to wake up, say a few words, and then end their life as soon as possible...?
Xue He bit her tongue, tears welling up in her eyes. Every choice was difficult. She looked at Cheng Ran…
"You decide. Here, you are the most qualified to make the decision for Wanqing."
“Yes, you decide. Although we are her parents, we haven’t been able to help her much, and we’ve only been a hindrance. We… can’t ruin you any further,” Jiang Jianguo said.
Cheng Ran didn't speak. He pushed past the doctor, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and held Jiang Wanqing's hand.
"I won't choose either one! I believe Wanqing will wake up!"
"Cheng Ran..."
The doctor shook his head and turned to persuade Jiang Jianguo and his wife.
"Just let him go. It's really come to this point. Spend as much time with him as you can. We'll come back later to check on him. I don't think he'll make it through today."
As a doctor, one naturally hopes that one's patients can be fully recovered and discharged from the hospital. However, there are always times when things don't go as planned. He doesn't want to be too blunt or say anything too harsh to the family members. But if he doesn't say it, he's even more afraid that the family members will have unrealistic hopes.
After saying what he needed to say, the doctor went to check on the other wards. Xue He was crying uncontrollably because of what he had just said, and she was clutching Jiang Jianguo's sleeve.
"What do we do now..."
"Let's go, let's make preparations. If it really comes to that... let Wanqing go peacefully. There's no such thing as perfection in this world..."
That's all we can do. The hospital certainly won't allow a dead person to stay here for too long; they need to make preparations.
Cheng Ran pretended they didn't exist and silently stayed by Jiang Wanqing's side.
He rubbed her hands together to warm her up, and her eyes filled with tears, turning them red.
"Wanqing, wake up...please wake up and look at me, okay? And our daughter, she's waiting for you too...what will we do if you leave?"
He knelt down, pressing his face against hers. Even though her body was still so warm, she couldn't possibly leave like this, she absolutely couldn't…
Meanwhile, Molly and Hung Hing had already arrived in the southwest. As soon as they got off the train, they went straight to the hospital without waiting for a rest. They asked a nurse and found the ward where Jiang Wanqing was.
They breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the person was still in the ward, but when they went upstairs, they heard two nurses chatting as they came downstairs.
"Poor Comrade Jiang from room 403, he got stabbed for nothing. The doctor said he wouldn't survive more than three days, and sure enough, he passed away today. Sigh..."
Molly was walking upstairs when she heard this and stumbled. Luckily, Hung Hing caught her in time.
She turned around and called out to the nurse, "Who is this Comrade Jiang you're talking about?!"
"And who are you?"
"Is it Jiang Wanqing? No, right... Tell me!"
Molly ignored their questions and yelled at them, startling the nurses, who quickly moved away.
"If you are relatives or friends, you should go and see her quickly. It's Jiang Wanqing. Her parents have already started making arrangements for her funeral..."
After the nurse finished speaking, she hurriedly left, fearing that the two of them might lose control and do something uncontrollable.
"Molly!"
Hung Hing caught Molly's limp body; she wasn't even like this when she was giving birth.
She gripped his hand tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, her lips turning white.
"Quickly...take me to see Wanqing, I don't believe it...I don't believe it..."
"Don't panic, things will definitely turn around. We'll go and see for ourselves. Don't scare yourself."
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