8
The typhoon raged all night, and Zhong Yan didn't sleep a wink.
At four o'clock in the morning, the wind level dropped a bit, and the ambulance finally arrived at the door. Zhong Yan followed the monsoon into the ambulance.
All that could be seen outside the window were broken branches and withered leaves. The once beautiful island scenery had been ruthlessly destroyed by the typhoon, leaving no trace of beauty.
The doctor performed a basic examination on Jifeng and determined that "it should only be compressing the nerves, not ruptured yet."
Another person said, "Why is he still on the island when it's so dangerous? He should be at a big hospital."
"I'm not sure, but I think I've been to a major hospital."
Zhong Yan sat blankly in the corner, watching Ji Feng with his eyes tightly closed.
On the vital signs monitor, Ji Feng's heartbeat was still steady.
All night long, she relied on holding Ji Feng's wrist to feel his pulse. There was no electricity in the house, and her phone wouldn't last long, so she dared not use it, afraid of missing the ambulance call. She endured the darkness and fear.
My whole body was cold, as if being pricked by needles and knives, as if I were soaking in the cold deep sea, so cold that I had lost all feeling.
"Little girl, is your foot bleeding?"
The doctor suddenly asked her.
Zhong Yan lowered her head.
She was still wearing slippers, which were smeared with dried blood, and her toenails were curled up.
The nurse exclaimed in surprise, "Don't you feel any pain?"
Zhong Yan clutched her trousers at the knees, her voice choked with sobs, "I'm sorry."
"Oh dear, why are you apologizing when you're injured?" The nurse took out a first-aid kit to clean and apply medicine to her wound.
Zhong Yan's tears fell onto the back of her hand.
She was terrified.
She saw the wound on his head under the monsoon hat; it was a surgical scar.
As the most delicate and important part of the human body, the brain is susceptible to irreversible damage from even minor injuries.
Monsoon-related illnesses are linked to the brain.
She was terrified.
Chen Baoran and Coco didn't find out about their situation until after 7 o'clock.
Natural Pottery Studio: [Don't worry, Coco and I will take care of the little petrel and the other animals. How is the monsoon doing?]
Cage: [The doctor said it's alright.]
COCO: [Then don't worry too much, do his parents know?]
Cage: [The doctor said they've notified his parents; they should arrive on the first boat.]
COCO: [I don't know if the boat can go out to sea in this weather.]
Although the typhoon has moved away, its lingering effects remain.
Dark clouds and torrential rain caused great trouble and inconvenience to people's travel.
Ji Feng's parents arrived on the island in the afternoon despite the wind and rain. Zhong Yan was buying water from a vending machine when she heard the hurried sound of high heels in the corridor, like the raindrops from last night.
A couple, half-soaked, ran into Jifeng's ward.
Zhong Yan sat on a bench outside the ward with a glass of water in her hand.
The doctor went inside, and faint sounds of conversation could be heard coming from inside. Zhong Yan kept rubbing the engravings on the bottle cap with her thumb.
She roughly understood that Ji Feng's illness was a cerebral aneurysm, and searched for information about cerebral aneurysms on her mobile phone.
The good news is that this is a disease that can be cured with surgery.
Specifically, there are two other methods. One is to open the skull and use a special metal clamp to prevent blood from flowing into the aneurysm cavity.
Another method involves inserting a thin catheter into the artery and filling the aneurysm cavity with embolic material.
There are many successful cases worldwide of treating aneurysms by blocking blood flow into the aneurysm cavity.
However, the doctor's grave expression made her realize that Ji Feng's condition was not optimistic.
After a long while, the door opened, and the couple came out, sitting dejectedly on the other side of the bench.
The doctor gave them towels, and Ji Feng's father thanked him, while Ji Feng's mother secretly wiped away her tears.
The couple looked very young, and their well-tailored clothes subtly revealed their comfortable lifestyle.
However, money is not everything when it comes to illness, and even successful parents cannot share the burden of their children's pain and suffering.
Ji Feng's father didn't cry, but he would occasionally hit his head hard and rub his face vigorously, as if he could rub away his troubles.
Ji Feng's mother reached out and pulled his hand, stopping him from hitting his head any further.
With red eyes, Ji Feng's father said, "It's all my fault. I'm the one who hit him those few times. He can learn whatever he wants. I deserve to die!"
There are so many people crying in the hospital that even the gods and Buddhas in the heavens might not easily glance at them, let alone the medical staff who have long been numb.
Some people say that when you feel life is tough, you should go to the hospital.
The hospital is full of desperate people.
This is undoubtedly a way to transfer pain. By comparing oneself to others, one can suddenly realize that one is not the most miserable person in the world, and thus feel satisfied.
The couple sat there for a full half hour until the doctor called them away. Zhong Yan didn't know exactly what they were going to do; she only knew that she could go into the ward.
Ji Feng woke up at noon, but he no longer spoke to her.
If he hadn't been able to answer the doctor's questions simply, Zhong Yan would have thought he had lost his ability to speak.
"Monsoon, I bought some water, would you like some?"
"I saw your parents. Will they take you to a big hospital for treatment?"
"Does your head still hurt?"
Zhong Yan knew that Ji Feng wasn't deliberately refusing to talk to her.
He was in great pain and distress; she had never seen Ji Feng so forlorn.
It seemed that overnight, he was completely defeated and could never stand up again.
It's not his fault that he's sick.
She wanted to tell Ji Feng that he would be alright and everything would be alright, but she was neither a doctor nor an omnipotent deity, and could not easily make empty promises.
Zhong Yan said, "You haven't finished telling me what you were saying yesterday."
Ji Feng finally spoke, though his eyes hadn't turned around yet, his voice escaped from his parched lips.
"That's not important."
“Why isn’t it important? It’s very important,” Zhong Yan said.
Ji Feng did not answer her. He slowly lowered his eyelashes, as if he had fallen asleep again.
Zhong Yan sat on the stool, her shoulders feeling as if they had been ripped off, unable to support her heavy head. She hunched her head forward like a dying quail.
When she graduated from junior high school, she had a fight with her mother because her mother had concealed the fact that her father had a serious cancer diagnosis.
Mom said, "What's the use of telling you? Are you a doctor? Can you cure diseases? You'll only affect your studies!"
Emotionally speaking, her mother deprived her of her last moments with her father.
Logically speaking, she did not help her father's illness at all; if love could alleviate pain, painkillers would not have been invented.
Zhong Yan said, "Your father is outside, hitting himself on the head, saying it's all his fault."
"Ji Feng, please don't do this, your parents will be sad."
What Zhong Yan hates most is being held hostage by family ties, and this is the root of her suffering for more than ten years.
Her unbreakable blood ties forced her to abandon herself, turning her into a puppet to be manipulated, much like Rose, who was so repressed by her mother's control that she wanted to jump into the sea.
Only by completely abandoning the physical body can the soul be truly liberated.
Zhong Yan had to admit that family ties were the most effective.
It is the last line of defense in people's hearts, capable of stopping a heart on the verge of collapse.
How could a filial child bear to disappoint or sadden their parents?
Ji Feng's eyelashes were wet, but he turned away so no one could see.
Zhong Yan was crying, but he couldn't hold her tight.
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Sunday, August 23, 2025
Why should I blame him?
Is it because he wants to upset his parents that he is seriously ill and cannot heal himself? Did he want to get sick?
I didn't mean to say that.
But I couldn't even say comforting or encouraging words properly. I regret it so much.
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