Chapter 73 Golden Wedding (1)
The operating room lights remained on, and nurses had come and gone several times. When the old lady asked with concern, the nurses only said that the situation was not optimistic.
Don't be fooled by the old lady's seemingly peaceful and gentle demeanor. When things get really tough, she becomes all that remains of her identity as a mother. All pretense disappears, replaced by genuine worry and pain.
The lights on the operating room ceiling seemed to transform into a hand, gripping the old woman's fragile heart tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She could no longer hold on; her vision blurred and she swayed. Fortunately, Gu Jue caught her in time, preventing her from falling to the ground.
While the old lady was still disoriented, the operating room door opened again, and the nurse said, "We don't have enough blood that matches his blood type!"
The old man didn't say anything.
Gu Chaoyang twirled the prayer beads in his hand, then stood up. "We have the same blood type, so use my blood."
The nurse glanced at the people present and reminded them, "Blood transfusions cannot be given between immediate family members."
Gu Chaoyang said, "I am not related to the injured by blood."
This one sentence elicited various expressions from those present.
Chen Wanrou and Gu Jue looked shocked. Su Ruanruan, who was not a member of the Gu family, was also surprised.
The old man's expression remained unchanged; from the very beginning, he seemed detached.
Chu Xiang subconsciously looked at Gu Heng. Although Gu Heng's expression didn't change, the surprise in his eyes was genuine, showing that it was also the first time he had heard of such a thing.
Chu Xiang's mind instantly conjured up all sorts of possibilities.
Gu Chaoyang's words are quite intriguing. He and Gu Muxi are not related by blood, so where does the problem lie—with Gu Chaoyang or with Gu Muxi?
The surgery lasted for more than three hours. After the old lady woke up from her coma, her first reaction was to sit up and check on her son.
The old lady sat up too quickly, and she felt dizzy again. Someone next to her supported her shoulder and patted it gently, saying in a mild tone, "The surgery was successful. Mu Xi hasn't woken up yet, but his life has been saved. You don't need to worry."
The old woman looked at her husband and couldn't help but lean on him and cry, as if she were venting all her previous worries and fears. Of course, there was another reason as well: in all these years, her husband had never treated her so gently as he had today.
She knew he was a serious man and that he was not the type to indulge in romance. She knew his personality from the moment she met him. She had chosen her own path, so she wouldn't complain about the lack of tenderness in her marriage.
She only realized one thing now: he still cared about her and their child; at least he stayed by her side when Mu Xi was in trouble.
When she was young, she constantly fantasized about being held and comforted in the arms of such a tall and imposing man. Now that it had actually come true, she felt a sense of unreality, as if she were in a dream.
Time is truly a magical thing. In the end, the victor is still her, while the dead are destined to become nothing more than dust in memories, never to be repeated.
After composing herself, the old lady, despite her advanced age, now looked at her husband with a touch of girlish charm. She asked, "Is Muxi alright?"
He smiled and replied, "The blood bank was short of blood, so Chaoyang gave him a transfusion. The doctor said now we just need to wait for Muxi to wake up."
Hearing that Gu Chaoyang had actually donated blood to Gu Muxi, the old lady felt a little uneasy, but she still showed a relieved smile on her face. "That's good. Chaoyang and Muxi are like brothers, and they've always had a good relationship. This time, Muxi is so grateful to Chaoyang for saving her life. When Muxi wakes up, I'll definitely make sure she thanks Chaoyang properly."
At this moment, a nurse came in. Seeing that the old lady had woken up, she put down the medicine and said with a smile, "It's good that you're awake. Our doctor just examined you. You were dizzy because you were emotionally agitated and had an irregular heartbeat. It's not a serious problem. Please take these medicines."
The old lady obediently took the medicine.
The nurse sighed, "When I saw you all waiting outside the operating room, I thought you were all a family. It takes a long time for blood to be sent from the blood bank if immediate family members can't donate. Luckily, one of the men was able to donate blood to the injured. Your son is really lucky. He should wake up soon."
The nurse said this purely to comfort the old lady. She didn't notice that the old lady suddenly looked dazed. After packing her things, she reminded the old man that there were some things the old lady couldn't eat recently.
After she finished speaking, the nurse smiled at the old lady and said, "You two must have been married for a long time. I saw the old gentleman staying in the ward with you the whole time. You must have a very good relationship."
The young nurse lacked tact but talked a lot. After packing her things, she left the ward.
The ward fell silent for a moment.
The old man gently patted the old woman's hand and smiled, "This year marks our forty-eighth wedding anniversary."
She couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine as he touched her hand, but she still subconsciously answered, "Yes, forty-eight years."
Even though he wasn't a particularly affectionate man, he would spend every wedding anniversary with her, so she could always comfort herself with the thought that she always had a place in this man's heart.
"We'll be celebrating our golden wedding anniversary in just two years." The old man picked up a wooden box from the bedside table. The box was exquisitely carved with patterns, and his eyes were filled with warmth. "I originally planned to give you this precious gift on our golden wedding anniversary, but now I feel that fate is unpredictable. I don't know if we'll live to see that day. Giving you this gift now isn't too early."
Every year on their wedding anniversary, she receives a gift, perhaps jewelry, or perhaps a promise to stay together for life. But this time, the gift seems far more mysterious than before.
The old woman looked at the wooden box in her hand. Instead of opening it immediately, she asked, "What is this?"
The old man looked at her with an accepting gaze. "Open it and take a look. You'll like it."
She had a rare intuition that she couldn't open the door. She smiled and asked, "What that nurse said just now was really incoherent. One minute she said that immediate family members couldn't receive blood transfusions, and the next minute she said it was good that someone gave Muxi a blood transfusion. Wasn't the person who gave Muxi a blood transfusion Chaoyang? How could they not be considered relatives?"
As if to convince herself, she added, "Chaoyang and Muxi are brothers."
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