Chapter 324 He still hasn't woken up!
The next morning, Yun Zheng woke up at daybreak.
I don't know when the rain outside the window stopped, and the faint light of morning light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the SVIP ward where she was staying.
Yun Zheng subconsciously looked at the smartwatch on her wrist. The numbers on the dial remained stable, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She raised her hands and buried her face deeply in her palms, and after a moment she turned over and got out of bed.
Yun Zheng didn't even have time to wash up. She just threw on her slippers and headed out the door.
She had to go and see Fu Linghe before she could feel at ease.
Yun Zheng opened the door and hurried towards the ICU, but suddenly stopped at the door.
Outside the door, Mo Shian was wearing a neat black suit, and next to him was another acquaintance - Mr. Mo.
A hint of surprise flashed in Yun Zheng's eyes. She obviously didn't expect to see Mr. Mo here.
"Zheng Zheng, we meet again." Old Master Mo was still as kind as ever, and his wrinkled face showed a kind smile the moment he saw Yun Zheng.
Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses. The look in her eyes was indifferent, and she greeted politely, "Grandpa Mo."
She had no hostility towards them, but she wasn't enthusiastic about them either.
Yun Zheng called him "Grandpa Mo" instead of just calling him grandpa.
Although the Mo family did make great efforts to successfully find Fu Linghe this time, she didn't know whether she should recognize them.
So she subconsciously kept her distance, neither being rude nor appearing too close.
Mr. Mo seemed to notice her alienation, and a hint of loss flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his amiable expression.
He nodded slightly, his tone gentle, "I heard that Mr. Fu is out of danger, so Shi An and I came to check on him."
Yun Zheng pursed her lips and whispered, "Thank you."
Her eyes passed over them and still unconsciously glanced towards the ICU. It was obvious that her mind was all on Fu Linghe.
Mo Shian stood aside, looking at her with deep eyes, and suddenly said, "Zheng Zheng, you don't look well, did you not get enough rest?"
Yun Zheng shook her head and forced a smile, "I'm fine."
Mr. Mo sighed, his eyes full of heartache, "Child, with Dr. Smith here, everything will be fine. You have to take care of yourself."
Yun Zheng was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "Yes, I will."
She paused, but finally couldn't help but speak, "Grandpa Mo, do you... have anything else to say?"
What she meant was that she wanted to meet Fu Linghe and didn't want to waste any more time.
Mr. Mo naturally understood what she meant and smiled kindly, "Go ahead, we just came to see you. By the way...when you are free, we can chat slowly."
Yun Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, and she said "hmm" softly. Without saying anything else, she just nodded politely and walked around them quickly towards the ICU.
Mo Shi'an looked at her back, his eyes dimmed, and whispered, "Grandpa, Zheng Zheng still seems unwilling to recognize us."
Mr. Mo sighed and shook his head. "No rush, take your time. We have to give her time to adapt. Besides, she's not so against us anymore. This is a good start, isn't it?"
On the other side, Yun Zheng quickly walked to the door of the ICU. Through the glass window, she saw Fu Linghe still lying quietly on the hospital bed, and his complexion seemed to be better than yesterday.
But the view through the glass was still not very clear, so she asked the nurse to help her change into sterile clothes and walked in.
The ECG monitor beside the bed made regular beeping sounds, and Fu Linghe's breathing was steady and long.
Yun Zheng stood beside the bed, looking at him quietly, not daring to reach out and touch him.
Her fingertips trembled slightly and her eyes felt a little hot, but she managed to hold back her tears.
Just as Mo Shian said, Fu Linghe is very fragile now, and any infection will be fatal to him. She cannot bring the germs to him.
Yun Zheng slowly squatted down, placed her hands lightly on the edge of the bed, and her eyes traced Fu Linghe's pale outline inch by inch.
His eyelashes cast a light shadow in the morning light, and his lips were so pale that they almost blended into his skin tone.
"Fu Linghe..." Her voice was so soft as if she was afraid to disturb his dream, "How long will you sleep?"
The monitor's electronic tone beeped regularly, but no one responded.
His hands were covered with scratches.
Yun Zheng's fingertips hovered above the scar, but she didn't dare to touch it.
"Doctor Smith said all your indicators are improving," she whispered to the sleeping figure in the hospital bed, "but you know... if you don't wake up, I really can't hold on by myself."
The end of her voice was lost in the smell of disinfectant.
The visiting hours passed quickly, and Yun Zheng didn't dare to stay in the ward for too long. Even though she was reluctant, she had to get up and leave the ICU.
The doctor said he would wake up tomorrow at the latest, but Yun Zheng saw that he was not in good condition.
She stood outside the window, frowning at him in the room, and walked towards her room for a long time.
When Yun Zheng returned to the room, the morning light had already filled the entire room.
She looked at the exquisite breakfast box on the table. The crystal shrimp dumplings were steaming, the seafood porridge in the porcelain bowl was still warm, and there were a few exquisite snacks next to it.
Her phone vibrated, and a message from Mo Shian appeared on the screen: [Remember to eat breakfast while it's hot. Dr. Smith will be in Conference Room A3 for a consultation at 9:00. I've saved a seat for you.]
Her fingertips hovered over the reply box, and in the end she just replied "Thank you".
Yun Zheng walked into the bathroom and the warm water washed over her tired face.
The person in the mirror had a faint blue tint under his eyes and his lips were slightly chapped due to lack of water.
She brushed her teeth mechanically, but her eyes kept glancing at the wall clock - 8:15.
After washing up, Yun Zheng grabbed a rubber band and tied up her long hair. A few strands of hair hung down by her ears, and she didn't bother to tidy them up.
Returning to the table, she forced herself to sit down, scooped a spoonful of seafood porridge into her mouth, and the sweetness of the shrimp melted on her tongue, but she still couldn't taste anything.
Every swallow felt like a mission accomplished.
She ate while staring at the time on her smartwatch. At 8:45, she immediately put down her half-finished bowl of porridge and walked towards the meeting room.
The smell of disinfectant in the corridor was stronger than in the morning.
Yun Zheng walked quickly across the corridor and into office A3.
The conference room was already filled with people in white coats, and the projector was playing Fu Linghe's latest brain CT images.
Dr. Smith stood in front of the screen, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light.
"Miss Yun," he nodded toward Yun Zheng. "Mr. Fu is recovering well, but the blood clot in his brain shows no signs of dissipating."
Yun Zheng's breathing hitched, and she looked at the doctor bewilderedly, "So...will this affect the time it takes for him to wake up?"
Dr. Smith pushed his glasses up and said cautiously, "It may indeed affect the time it takes for him to wake up, but it depends on the individual. Everyone's recovery is different, so we can't generalize."
Yun Zheng's fingertips unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes, and her knuckles turned white from the force.
She took a deep breath, looked directly into Dr. Smith's eyes, and asked softly but firmly, "What's the worst that could happen?"
The air in the conference room seemed to freeze for a moment.
Dr. Smith adjusted the projector and brought up another set of brain scans.
The red marked area is particularly glaring in the gray-white image.
"The blood clot is compressing the limbic system." He stopped the red dot of the laser pointer near the temporal lobe. "If there is no significant absorption within 72 hours..."
He paused. "We may need a craniotomy."
Yun Zheng felt dizzy and had to hold on to the chair.
The smell of disinfectant suddenly became pungent and my ears were buzzing.
"Success rate?" she heard herself ask automatically.
"65 to 70%." Dr. Smith took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "But Miss Yun, Mr. Fu's current indicators show that the blood clot is slowly being absorbed. What I just said is the worst-case scenario."
The projector made a slight electrical sound.
Yun Zheng stared at the red area, her throat tightening. "If I have surgery...what will be the side effects?"
"The language area might be affected," another older doctor replied, "but the minimally invasive technique developed by Smith's team can minimize the damage."
Yun Zheng didn't say anything, just staring at the shadow on the CT image. Suddenly, she asked, "Can he hear me now?"
Dr. Smith nodded slightly. "It's normal for a comatose patient to respond to familiar voices. Talking to him more often will help wake him up."
Yun Zheng nodded slightly, her eyes full of helplessness.
Fu Linghe is now in the ICU. Even if talking to him more often helps wake him up, she can't stay in the ICU for a long time.
"Apart from the blood clot in his brain, how are his other injuries recovering?"
Dr. Smith switched the projection screen and brought up Fu Linghe's full-body scan.
"The rib fracture is healing well, the lung contusion has subsided, and liver function indicators are close to normal." He pointed to several marks. "The most serious one is the fracture in my right arm, which is also slowly healing."
Yun Zheng's eyes fell on the dense medical terms, and her chest felt slightly stuffy.
"When can he be transferred out of the ICU?" she asked softly.
"If the intracranial pressure stabilizes tomorrow, we can consider transferring him to a general ward." Doctor Smith closed the folder. "Then Miss Yun can spend more time with him."
Yun Zheng nodded, feeling a little relieved.
After the meeting, she stood alone by the window in the corridor, staring at the garden downstairs in a daze.
The sunlight shone on her through the glass, but it could not dispel the haze in her eyes.
There were footsteps behind him, and Mo Shian's voice sounded gently, "Zheng Zheng."
Yun Zheng didn't turn around, but just said "hmm" lightly.
Mo Shian walked over to her and handed her a cup of hot milk, "You didn't eat much this morning."
Yun Zheng took the milk, the warm touch passing through the wall of the cup to her palm. She whispered, "Thank you."
Mo Shian looked at her pale profile, hesitant to speak, and finally just said, "Fu Linghe will be fine."
Yun Zheng curled the corners of her mouth but didn't answer.
She also wanted Fu Linghe to be okay, but... the waiting process was too long and too painful.
Yun Zheng was really afraid that she would not be able to hold on before Fu Linghe woke up.
"Oh right." Mo Shi'an suddenly remembered something, "If you need any help, just tell me directly. No matter what it is, the Mo family will fully support you."
Yun Zheng tightened her fingers slightly, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Thank you."
She neither refused nor accepted, but simply expressed her gratitude politely.
Mo Shian's eyes dimmed slightly, but soon returned to normal.
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