Chapter 95: Repent for seven days and seven nights, Gu Xingjue's image...
Seven days and seven nights passed, and it felt like a lifetime for Gu Xingjue. Each day felt like ten years. A haggard, dark hue hung beneath his angry eyes, stubble formed around his lips, and a few strands of white hair sprouted from his dark hair at his temples.
The first three days are the critical period. It doesn't matter if Chen Song doesn't wake up after making it through. He will wake up after two more days. But it's already the eighth day. He is tired of waiting and he dare not wait any longer.
As a result, Wu Zhe told him that this might be an early symptom of a vegetative state.
"Mr. Gu," Wu Zhe said calmly, suppressing his fear of Gu Xingjue. "Chen Song's cerebral cortex damage isn't very severe, and he'll be in a vegetative state for a while. How long it will take depends on his recovery, but given his current condition, it depends more on his wishes."
"What does this mean?" Gu Xingjue loosened his grip a little, and there was a moment of surprise between his brows.
"This is medically rare and unfounded. There are only two known cases in the world. Vegetative patients usually don't resist awakening because they are in a special unconscious state, unable to engage in conscious emotional and mental activities. There's only one explanation for this: his brain or body's subconscious is resisting awakening."
Gu Xingjue's eyes dimmed and he let go of Wu Zhe. A cold sweat broke out all over his body. He lowered his head in confusion, not knowing where to look or what he was thinking.
Wu Zhe took a deep breath, distanced himself from him, and said, "That means there could be a psychological cause. But based on our understanding of Chen Song, we don't think he has any mental illness. He doesn't talk much in the hospital, but when we have work interactions, he communicates very smoothly. He's even calm and composed, so calm that it makes us admire his excellence."
"You and him...you should know him better," Wu Zhe asked tentatively, "Do you know if he has any psychological problems?"
Because of Li Shan's incident, the entire hospital knew that Gu Xingjue and Chen Song had a special relationship. This time, Gu Xingjue made such a grand gesture by landing on the rooftop of Yile by helicopter. Now, everyone in the hospital knew that there was something special going on between Gu Xingjue and Chen Song, something they couldn't explain. Some people said they were gay, but others said it was impossible, that they were just friends, or brothers who had risked their lives for each other.
As Chen Song's attending physician, Wu Zhe was the one who could feel Gu Xingjue's emotions most directly. It was a bit subtle, and it was not just the kind of friendship between brothers who had shared life and death.
But Wu Zhe didn't dare to ask more questions, let alone offend Gu Xingjue, so he could only ask carefully.
Gu Xingjue didn't say anything, and his look of loss and realization was mixed with his expression.
Wu Zhe couldn't control his emotions and soothed him, saying, "It's so rare, and we're not sure, so we've been observing. We can't be sure yet, because his cerebral cortex hasn't fully recovered. It's possible he might wake up tomorrow."
"Maybe, maybe, maybe?" Gu Xingjue looked up at Wu Zhe, his eyes dark as a pool of dead water. "Didn't I say he must wake up? I don't want even a 1%, 0.1%, or 0.01% probability! I want to transfer him to another hospital! I want to transfer him to another hospital now. Now that he's out of danger, I can transfer him, right?"
"It's possible." Wu Zhe said, "But I don't recommend...t..."
"Your suggestion is no longer of any use. If you can't cure it, I'll find someone else to do it." Gu Xingjue turned and walked towards Chen Song's ward, took out his cell phone and made a call.
Wu Zhe followed him and said, "Are you going to transfer now? To Ruoyang in Jing City? It will take a day or two to prepare."
"Then prepare now. Don't go to Beijing, go to Country Y." Gu Xingjue made a phone call. "Send someone to prepare. I want to take him to Yun Che. Go as fast as possible."
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Vancouver was in deep autumn at the end of November, and the wind at the Vancouver Airport was cold and strong at night.
Twenty or so medical staff safely transferred Chen Song to Gu's private jet. Gu Xingjue stood at the plane's entrance, nodded to the farewell crowd, and then turned and entered the plane.
Country Y has entered winter. It is gloomy and drizzling, damp and cold.
The people arranged by Yun Che were already waiting at the airport and quickly transferred Chen Song to the Ruoyang Central Medical Institution established by Country Y. After everything was settled, they immediately examined Chen Song.
Gu Xingjue waited outside the examination room. He couldn't sit in the chair calmly, so he sat on the ground and waited. His chaotic and restless thoughts kept churning through his body.
What if Chen Song really couldn't wake up? Should he just wait like this, or take Chen Song with him...
No. No, he will wake up. He will. We have the world's top medical team here, and they will definitely wake Chen Song up.
He hasn't made Chen Song believe that he loves him yet, hasn't made Chen Song happy yet, hasn't made Chen Song have the courage yet. He can't admit defeat, and he believes that Chen Song won't admit defeat either.
A cold laugh sounded from above his head. Gu Xingjue looked up and saw Yun Che wearing a dark grey coat. His hair was above his eyebrows as he remembered it, with some thick bangs that were parted into a delicate 3:7 style. However, there was a bruise on his exposed white forehead, as if it had been hit by a blunt object, and there was blood on it.
Gu Xingjue didn't bother to ask about his injuries. He turned to look at the door of the operating room and said, "Help me save him."
“Is this your attitude when asking for help?” Yun Che pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and methodically wiped the blood from his forehead, as casually as if he were just wiping sweat.
"Please save him, Yun Che. I apologize to you for everything I did before. I shouldn't have scolded your brother. As long as you can save him, I will do whatever you want."
Gu Xingjue's voice was hoarse and weak, his tone revealing despair, yet also incomparably sincere and genuine. Yun Che could almost hear a hint of pleading in it.
Yun Che paused, took off his handkerchief, looked at the bloodstain on it, and folded it neatly again. He began to wonder how charming this Chen Song was, to make Gu Xingjue apologize to him, and even make his brother...
Yun Che's eyes darkened for a moment, but after a moment, they returned to a calm state. He put the handkerchief back into his coat pocket, didn't reply, and stood up and walked towards the examination room.
After the examination, Yun Che, along with seventeen top vegetative research experts and twenty-one medical staff brought by Gu Xingjue from China, discussed the matter all night long. The door to the conference room was not opened until dawn the next day.
Gu Xingjue immediately got up from the ground. Yun Che, holding a thick stack of reports in his hand, tilted his head and gave the doctors a look, asking them to go and rest first.
The medical staff who came from the country were also taken away. They looked at Gu Xingjue with complicated expressions and left in a hurry. Some of them even couldn't bear to look at Gu Xingjue.
Gu Xingjue's heart turned cold at that moment.
Yun Che's face was solemn. He glanced at him and gestured for him to follow him. Gu Xingjue followed behind him like a walking corpse.
Yun Che brought Gu Xingjue to Chen Song's ward, but did not open the door to go in. The two stood at the door and looked inside through the narrow glass window.
Chen Song was lying in the dim ward. Only the medical equipment was emitting a bright light, with long and thin tubes extending from it and sticking to Chen Song's body.
The two of them were silent for a long time before Yun Che spoke, "Whether he wakes up or not depends entirely on whether he wants to. We will help him heal his physical injuries, but the mental damage, as well as the psychological damage, cannot be cured."
"You." Yun Che turned to look at Gu Xingjue, "Did you do something to him, or is he mentally ill from the beginning?"
The pain between Gu Xingjue's eyebrows deepened, like a suffocating black sea. He didn't say anything.
Yun Che retracted his gaze and looked at Chen Song again: "Since he's in this state now, we can't investigate what's wrong with him. Does he usually have big mood swings? Is he happy one moment and sad the next?"
"No." Gu Xingjue pulled the muscles around his lips stiffly, "He rarely smiles, as if... he's never happy."
Yun Che pondered for a moment: "You can talk to him more."
"Yun Che, is your brother here?"
Gu Xingjue suddenly changed the subject, causing Yun Che to pause: "What do you want to do?"
"It's no use for me to tell him," Gu Xingjue smiled, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. "If your brother asks him to come back, he might come back."
Yun Che stared at Gu Xingjue's tears, then looked away after a moment. His voice was cold and grave: "He's not here. Save your own people yourself. If you ask someone else to save them, they will become someone else's."
“As long as he wakes up, it doesn’t matter whose it is. I just want him to wake up.” Gu Xingjue touched the phantom of Chen Song on the glass window. Yun Che could see his trembling fingers, two of which were bandaged and turned abnormally towards the back of his hand.
"My brother has connections," he said coldly, "but he's not your lover."
Gu Xingjue chuckled lightly twice: "It's you who's responsible, right? You never dared to admit that you loved him, and that's why you ended up like me."
Yun Che sneered, "Why are you pretending, Gu Gou? It's all new. After a while, you'll just leave and go back to your country to find new people. If you still want to save me, I'll put me here and use your credit card. If you don't want me anymore, I'll just throw it away. I really don't believe you can spend your whole life guarding a dead body."
"Yes, I don't believe it either." Gu Xingjue said calmly, "If I can't bear it anymore, I will die with him. Please put our ashes together and don't separate them."
“Alright,” Yun Che sneered, “Let me see how long you can keep bragging.”
Yun Che turned and left, leaving Gu Xingjue alone in the empty corridor. He stood outside the door for a long time, waiting until his tears had dried before turning the doorknob. He walked in lightly and sat down beside Chen Song's bed.
Gu Xingjue slowly reached out and touched Chen Song's face, gently stroking the edges of the bandages. Only by looking at the white mist exhaled from the oxygen mask could he feel that Chen Song was still alive.
The tears that had just dried up welled up again, and he couldn't stop sobbing: "Chen Song..."
"Has this world disappointed you so much? Is there nothing that can hold you back? Am I no longer capable of this? Am I no longer able to be your last hope? Do you no longer want me..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not noticing the pain in your heart. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... If I had discovered everything at that time, things would not have turned out this way."
Gu Xingjue suppressed his crying for fear of disturbing Chen Song. He choked with sobs and trembled all over. The feeling of suffocation enveloped him tightly.
On his birthday, Chen Song asked if he was sick. He thought Chen Song was just too sad, but he didn't expect that all the sadness was suppressed in Chen Song's heart. Chen Song was not good at expressing himself, he couldn't say it, and he didn't know how to vent. Over time, it became a heart disease.
Every minute and every second that Gu Xingjue waited from now on was a regret for his previous negligence...
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The sound in Chen Song's ears was sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, like a thick layer of cloth covering his ears.
Someone kept talking in his ear, chattering away and no one knew what they were saying. Occasionally there would be some relaxing music, but it was often accompanied by crying, which was so noisy that Chen Song wanted to scold him and tell him to shut up.
But his body was very heavy, as if a continuous waterfall of rain was pressing down on him, preventing him from getting up.
Chen Song did not struggle or resist, but remained immersed in the rain until he woke up again.
When Chen Song woke up, it was spring in Country Y a year later.
There was no one around him, and he stared at the ceiling for a long time...
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