Under the escort and protection of the Royal Police, Sheng Qiaoqiao was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
This hospital usually caters to politicians, actors, and members of the royal family. It is highly private and is the designated treatment facility for members of the royal family.
Old Master Ye's pursuers wouldn't have infiltrated this hospital to hunt them down.
After emergency treatment, Sheng Qiaoqiao's vital signs stabilized, and she suffered no external injuries, but she remained unconscious.
Fu Yanshen felt a little more at ease, but then the attending physician invited him to the office.
The glaring screen lit up images of her brain CT scans. Looking at these images, he had a general idea of what was going on—
She injured her head.
Fu Yan swallowed hard, his throat dry and bitter, and his hand unconsciously reached into his pocket for a cigarette.
But they found nothing.
Last night, after their tender moments, Sheng Qiaoqiao, covered in fragrant sweat, leaned over the edge of the bed, reached for the cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table, and threw them into the trash can right in front of him.
"Mr. Fu, the patient suffered a head injury, resulting in intracranial hemorrhage. The bleeding site is in the cerebellum, and the amount of bleeding is less than 10ml. We have decided to adopt conservative treatment."
"In other words, no surgical intervention is needed, and the intracranial hemorrhage can be absorbed gradually after a period of rest."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yanshen breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, we also found a bruise the size of a fingernail in the hippocampus of the patient's brain, which is compressing the nerves in the hippocampus. After waking up, there is a high possibility that some memory loss will occur. Please be prepared for this."
The blond, blue-eyed doctor, wearing a white coat, pointed at the image and spoke in fluent English.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yanshen clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.
After a long while, he finally nodded.
After experiencing the devastating pain her death brought him, amnesia didn't seem so bad anymore.
On second thought, she loved him so much and even reincarnated for him, how could she bear to forget him?
...
Twelve hours have passed since Sheng Qiaoqiao fell into a coma after the car accident. The doctor suggested that Fu Yanshen talk to her more to try to wake her up.
Although her vital signs are stable, her coma makes her highly susceptible to becoming a vegetable.
Three days passed, and despite all of Ren Fuyan's kind words, she showed no sign of waking up.
He stayed by her side day and night, taking care of her without rest.
She was a clean person, and every night he would carefully wash her body with a hot towel, and then patiently apply body lotion from her neck to her feet, because she loved beauty. During the day, he would help her turn over to prevent bedsores and massage her, as lying down for a long time could cause muscle atrophy.
He did these things with great pleasure.
*
Hearing that Sheng Qiaoqiao had been in a coma since the car accident, which was no different from being dead, Old Master Ye was temporarily relieved.
That girl could have avoided this suffering and lived a peaceful life as the daughter of the Jiang family, without any worries about food or clothing.
She insisted on recognizing Fu Yanshen, and if she continued to act recklessly, sooner or later everyone would know that Sheng Qiaoqiao was still alive.
If Ye Qizheng found out that he had arranged Sheng Qiaoqiao's "death," the consequences would be unimaginable.
A romantic!
Why are they all such troublesome romantics!
When Old Ye thought about it, he felt a sense of frustration and disappointment.
As soon as the erhu piece ended, the steward stepped forward, utterly respectful.
"Sir, Director Gao has arrived. He says he has something important to report to you."
Old Master Ye took a sip of tea. "Let him in."
A short while later, Director Gao reported to Elder Ye something that infuriated him.
His son, Ye Qizheng, who holds a high position and was promoted from minister to vice-state level official two years ago, has reported his divorce to the organization!
Old Master Ye suddenly slammed his hand on the mahogany table, causing ripples to spread across the teacup. The teacup bounced gently on the table, making a crisp sound.
Director Gao quickly reassured him, "Mr. Ye, please calm down."
Ye Hanlin was unable to calm down.
Ye Qizheng's actions were a blatant defiance of his father. He didn't utter a word to his father about such a major matter as divorce, and instead went straight into the legal process!
Furthermore, he still couldn't let go of the past, and for his own selfish desires, he disregarded the Ye family's political future!
Back then, for his future and the political fate of the Ye family, Old Master Ye separated him from Ouyang and made him marry a second wife who was beneficial to the Ye family.
After so many years, no one knows the truth of what happened back then except him. Ye Qizheng has no reason to get a divorce, and the organization will not approve it!
Thinking of this, Old Master Ye felt a little relieved.
...
On the fourth day of her coma, Sheng Qiaoqiao, lying in her hospital bed, finally showed some signs of movement.
Her lips, carefully tended to, were moist and full, without a trace of dryness or cracking, and moved slowly as if they were saying something.
Fu Yanshen had just finished trimming her nails and threw the tissue wrapped around them into the trash can when he looked up and saw this scene.
His eyes welled up with tears. "You brat, you've finally decided to wake up? What are you saying? Speak louder."
He leaned closer to her, his ear near her lips, and spoke, his voice hoarse.
Thinking it over, the first thing she said when she woke up was, of course, to call him.
Xiao Fu? Fu Yanshen, or husband?
Her warm breath brushed against his ear, and his heart nearly leaped out of his throat, as excited as a young lad.
"Dad...Mom..."
The hoarse voice, tinged with a hint of longing, caused Fu Yanshen's smile to freeze slightly, and a pang of jealousy rose in his heart.
Instead of calling him, they called him "Mom" and "Dad"?
The Sheng family couple? Is it something she should miss?
He looked up and faced her.
Her brow was furrowed, she shook her head uneasily, and muttered something under her breath in a voice so soft it was impossible to understand what she was saying.
Fu Yanshen gently pinched her cheek, about to speak, when he saw two lines of tears streaming down her inner eye.
...
I feel like I'm dreaming.
In my dream, there was a lush green lawn, and I was just three years old. I held a Doraemon doll in my left hand and my right hand was wrapped in a soft, warm hand.
The air was filled with the fragrance of gardenias.
I slowly raised my head. "Mom, where's Dad?"
My mother's face became clearer and clearer, fair and beautiful, with a gentle smile in her eyes. She bent down and picked me up. "Alice, look, who's that?"
"dad!"
I was in her arms when I saw a tall, handsome man in a suit striding towards me from a distance. I cheered excitedly, my little hands tightly gripping the plush toy and waving it around.
Behind him, the sky was ablaze with the glow of sunset.
Soon, I fell into his arms. His strong, broad chest smelled reassuring. I held his large hand and smelled his palm.
My dad's hands smelled faintly of smoke, which was quite pleasant.
He lifted me up and spun me around. I felt like a little bird flying in the air, laughing happily.
Mom was smiling too, her face beaming with happiness.
Her beautiful face gradually overlapped with Ouyang's...
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