"Ye Sijue... Ye Sijue, please open your eyes and look at me, please look at me, okay?" Hearing the doctor's words, she dared not move his body, and could only kneel beside him, carefully holding his arm, trying to wake him up.
But when her hand touched Ye Sijue's palm, she found that his body temperature was ice cold, like... like a corpse without warmth.
"No! No, Ye Sijue, I beg you, you must hold on! You can do it, you can definitely hold on!" Fu Ying kept rubbing his palms and the backs of his hands, trying to warm Ye Sijue's body. "The doctor is coming soon, we'll take you to the hospital, please, you must hold on!"
While checking on Ye Sijue's condition, Fu Ying urged the doctors to come down quickly.
She had tried countless times to get rid of Ye Sijue, but she never expected that he would risk his life to save her in the end.
To Ye Sijue, was her life really that important?!
Is it really worth it for him to risk his life like this?
In an instant, countless emotions surged into Fuying's chest like a flood: confusion, regret, sadness, and endless grief and heartache. She wished she could wake Ye Sijue up immediately.
Less than five minutes later, the doctor arrived with two stretcher bearers.
They carefully moved Ye Sijue onto the stretcher, taking great care to protect his head throughout the process.
Because the slope where Ye Sijue was thrown was very steep, the stretcher could not safely carry him up, and since he was injured in the head, the doctors did not dare to move him easily.
"This is really tricky. The stretcher really can't get up this steep slope." The doctor looked and looked, but couldn't think of a suitable solution.
"Then what should we do? His injury can't be delayed any longer." Fu Ying held Ye Sijue's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"Use ropes to hoist the stretcher up, then tie the person to the stretcher and secure their head so it won't shake," Mo Feng suggested when everyone was at a loss for what to do.
"Assistant Mo's suggestion is a good one. It can prevent his head from being shaken and also ensure his safe delivery."
"Then let's get started right away." Fu Ying didn't want to wait another second.
Following Mo Feng's suggestion, they first secured Ye Sijue to a stretcher, then had someone with a safety rope follow beside him to secure his head, before he was pulled up along with the stretcher.
Fu Ying followed the doctor as they carried Ye Sijue into the ambulance. Inside, the doctor performed a simple examination, but seeing the doctor's solemn expression, Fu Ying felt extremely uneasy.
"Doctor, how is he?"
The doctor shook his head. "His condition is very serious. The initial assessment is that it is a traumatic brain injury. The specific situation can only be confirmed after the surgery, but I still have to remind you that you should be mentally prepared."
Upon hearing the doctor's diagnosis, Fu Ying felt a sharp pain in her heart, so intense that she could barely breathe.
"No, doctor, please, please save him, I beg you." Her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the ground.
“Miss Fuying, please get up. Assistant Mo has already instructed us that we will do our best to treat her, but if the situation after the craniotomy is not good, I'm afraid there will be no hope of recovery.”
With the doctor's help, Fu Ying sat down again, her whole body trembling. Seeing Ye Sijue's face covered in blood, and the nurses wiping it with disinfectant and gauze again and again, her heart felt like it had been stabbed countless times.
Fuying, you must not fall down. Especially in times like these, you must remain calm and never give up.
She kept giving herself a pep talk and held Ye Sijue's hand, encouraging him to persevere.
Half an hour later, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. The hospital's neurosurgery experts had already received the news and were waiting at the door. Fu Ying followed the stretcher into the emergency room, but just as she was about to reach the operating room door, a nurse suddenly stood in front of her and stopped her.
"Miss, we need to perform emergency treatment on the patient. Family members, please wait outside."
Fu Ying looked down at Ye Sijue's bloodless face, biting her lower lip and stopping in her tracks, watching helplessly as Ye Sijue was wheeled into the operating room.
She was squatting on the ground, her white sweater stained with blood, whether her own or Ye Sijue's, making for a shocking sight.
"Fuying, you must have been injured when you jumped down the steep slope to save Ye Sijue. Go outside and bandage yourself. I'll stay here and watch over you." After dealing with the situation at the scene, Mo Feng rushed over. Seeing Fuying's chapped lips and pale face, he knew that she had reached her physical limit.
"I'm not leaving. I'm going to wait for him here. I want him to come out alive and the first person he sees is me." Fu Ying's eyes were unfocused, as if she had lost her bearings.
Mo Feng knew she was worried about Ye Sijue, so he sighed and could only squat down with her.
Every minute spent waiting outside the operating room felt incredibly long to Fuying. She almost exhausted all her strength and felt she was about to make every wish she could in her life today.
So, her heart ached so much when Ye Sijue was on the verge of death.
It turns out, it was impossible for her not to like him.
But why... why do we only realize this intense feeling after experiencing life and death separations?
Fu Ying felt as if her heart was being whipped, silently praying and pleading. She would do anything as long as Ye Sijue could wake up!
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