Zhang's mother hugged Zhang Yixing and burst into tears, feeling anxious and angry.
"How can you be so ignorant!"
Zhang Yixing shouted loudly, "What's wrong with me? What can I do? Can I not debut here? Where else can I debut if not here?"
Ouyang Guang stood nearby, looking at the almost desperate persistence and stubbornness in Zhang Yixing's eyes, and the heartbreak and fear on Zhang's mother's face, and he just felt a tightness in his chest.
He could understand Yixing's unwillingness and his aunt's worries. Dreams and health are like the two sides of a sharp knife.
"Auntie," Ouyang Guang spoke again. His voice was not loud, but it clearly interrupted the fierce argument between mother and son.
He walked up to Mother Zhang and bent down slightly. His amber eyes showed understanding and sincerity that went beyond his age.
"We all understand Yixing's dream. Giving up now would be too cruel. The doctor also said that the risk of surgery is high, and it is not completely impossible to recover if you take a thorough rest and do physical therapy. Let's follow the doctor's plan, take a good rest for a while, and observe the situation, okay? You don't have to worry about the cost."
He paused, then turned his gaze to Zhang Yixing, and warned him in an unquestionable manner, "Brother, you must promise that during your recuperation period, you absolutely! Absolutely cannot dance again! Not even once! Otherwise, you will be irresponsible to yourself, to Auntie, and to all of us."
The energy in his tone made Zhang Yixing slightly tremble with excitement.
Mother Zhang looked at the boy in front of her with clear eyes and unusually calm demeanor, then looked at her own son who was so stubborn that he was almost burning with anger. A huge feeling of fatigue and a faint glimmer of hope intertwined together, causing her fiercely objecting voice to get stuck in her throat.
In the end, it was the big tears rolling down Zhang Yixing's eyes and that silent, pleading gaze that broke down his mother's last line of defense.
Mother Zhang sat down in a chair, covering her face, her shoulders shaking violently, and her suppressed sobs intermittently. In the end, she could not change her son's almost tragic determination.
"Doctor..." She raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, her voice tired and hoarse, "Surgery... the plan with the least risk... the least impact on the body... what is it? We... don't do that big one... conservative... conservative treatment? Rest... how long do I need to rest before I can go on stage?" She was struggling to find the last, slim balance point.
The doctor was silent for a moment and sighed: "If you insist on conservative treatment, strict bed rest, physical therapy and medication, you may be able to temporarily relieve the symptoms. If you want to support a high-intensity stage... it's difficult, and it may break out again at any time. Moreover, it will take a very long time, a month or several months, or even longer."
A few months? How could it be a few months when the debut is imminent?
The ward fell into a dead silence. Zhang Yixing closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly.
Mother Zhang looked at her son in despair, then looked at the doctor. Eventually, the light in her eyes dimmed little by little, leaving only endless fatigue and compromise.
"Then... just... rest first." She seemed to have used up all her strength, and every word she said weighed as much as a thousand pounds.
Zhang Yixing suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards his mother, his eyes filled with emotions including guilt, gratitude, and more importantly, a determination to make it all happen.
Finally, with red eyes, she chose the extremely risky conservative treatment amid the doctor's sigh.
Stay in bed and rest, take medication and physical therapy, and pray for a miracle to happen.
The price is that Zhang Yixing must stay away from the practice room for at least a month, and even if he recovers, his waist will become an extremely fragile time bomb that may explode at any time.
Zhang Yixing won, and he persuaded his mother to stay in Korea. The price he paid was that he would walk on the edge of a knife every second of his future dancing career.
He was forced to lie on the hospital bed. A huge question mark was harshly placed on his debut schedule.
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