Chapter 105 Result
On the day of the surgery, Wen Xiaoxiao woke up before dawn.
She turned her head and saw Zhao Fei sitting on a chair by the bed, nodding off.
He probably didn't sleep much that night either.
Wen Xiaoxiao stirred slightly, and Zhao Fei immediately woke up: "Awake? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I don't feel unwell." Wen Xiaoxiao's voice was a little hoarse. "What time is it?"
"Six-thirty." Zhao Fei glanced at his watch. "It's still early, I'll sleep a little longer."
"I can't sleep."
Zhao Fei got up, poured her some water, tested the temperature, and brought it to her lips.
Wen Xiaoxiao took two sips from his hand, then looked up at him and said, "You need to shave."
Zhao Fei touched his chin; the bluish stubble felt prickly.
He forced a smile: "I was so busy I forgot."
Neither of them spoke again.
Around 7 o'clock, Wenbin and Zhao Yidi arrived.
Wenbin was carrying a plastic bag containing breakfast.
As soon as he entered, he said, "Zhao Fei, have something to eat." He tried to make his voice sound relaxed, but his eyes were red.
Zhao Yidi walked to the bedside and took Wen Xiaoxiao's hand: "Mom."
The word "Mom" brought tears to Wen Xiaoxiao's eyes.
She looked at Yidi, who had grown into a graceful young woman, but her eyes were red and swollen and her face showed signs of fatigue.
"Why are you here?" Wen Xiaoxiao touched her face. "Don't you have to go to school?"
"I've taken the day off." Zhao Yidi held her hand tightly. "Mom, don't be afraid. It's a minor surgery, I'll be fine after it's done."
"Mom isn't afraid," Wen Xiaoxiao smiled. "Your dad's here, what's there to be afraid of?"
Zhao Fei took the steamed bun Wenbin handed him, took a bite, and chewed it without tasting it.
Wenbin didn't eat anything himself, but sat on the chair next to his sister. Looking at his sister's pale face, his hands unconsciously twisted into a knot.
At 8:30, the nurses came to prepare.
Measure blood pressure, take body temperature, and ask about allergy history.
Wen Xiaoxiao was very cooperative, raising her hand when told to and turning over when told to.
"The family members are waiting outside," the nurse said.
Zhao Fei held Wen Xiaoxiao's hand tightly.
"Zhao Fei," Wen Xiaoxiao called to him.
"Um."
"If it really is cancer, don't treat it." Wen Xiaoxiao looked into his eyes. "Did you hear me?"
Zhao Fei's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything.
"Did you hear that?" Wen Xiaoxiao asked again.
“…I heard you.” Zhao Fei’s voice choked.
“If it’s benign,” Wen Xiaoxiao smiled, “I’ll make you dumplings when we get back, with fennel filling.”
"good."
The nurse pushed the bed out.
Wen Xiaoxiao lay on it, watching the lights slide past one by one on the ceiling.
Zhao Fei followed the bed all the way to the operating room door.
The door opened, and Wen Xiaoxiao was pushed inside.
Zhao Fei wanted to go in, but was stopped by the nurse: "Family members, please do not enter."
The door closed right in front of me.
The red light came on, and the words "Operation in Progress" were glaringly obvious.
Zhao Fei stood at the door, staring at it. Wen Bin walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Sit down and wait, it'll be a while."
Zhao Fei didn't move.
He stared at the door as if he could see through the steel plate inside.
A few minutes later, he suddenly turned around, walked to the corner at the end of the corridor, with his back to Wenbin and Zhao Yidi, and his shoulders began to tremble.
At first, it was suppressed sobbing, then the sound grew louder and louder.
This man, nearing fifty, squatted in the corner, crying like a child.
All the fear, stress, and forced composure of the past few days collapsed at this moment.
Wenbin's eyes also reddened. He walked over and squatted down next to him: "Cry, it'll make you feel better."
Zhao Yidi stood there, watching her father's back, tears streaming down her face.
She walked over and hugged Zhao Fei from behind: "Dad, Mom will be alright."
Zhao Fei turned around and hugged his daughter.
The father and daughter were crying together in a corner of the corridor.
Time passed by, second by second.
Every second felt like a year.
Zhao Fei stopped crying and sat in the chair, staring at the operating room door.
Wenbin bought a few bottles of water and handed him one, but he didn't take it.
Zhao Yidi sat next to him and held his hand.
Both father and daughter's hands were shaking.
The operating room door opened.
A nurse came out: "Wen Xiaoxiao's family member?"
Zhao Fei suddenly stood up, his legs went weak, and he almost fell.
Wenbin helped him up.
"The surgery went smoothly, and the tumor was removed," the nurse said. "Here is the tissue that was removed. The family can take it and send it to the pathology department for rapid frozen section analysis. The results will be available in thirty minutes."
She handed me a small plastic box containing a small piece of pinkish-white tissue, soaking in liquid.
Zhao Fei took the box, his hands trembling violently.
He looked at the small object; it was that thing, the one that had been causing them so much fear these past few days.
"I'll deliver it," Wenbin said.
"I'll go." Zhao Fei gripped the box tightly, turned around, and ran towards the pathology department.
The corridor was long, and he stumbled as he ran, nearly bumping into people several times.
When he reached the pathology department window, he handed the box in, his voice trembling: "Wen Xiaoxiao's, quick freeze."
"Wait here." The doctor inside took the box.
Zhao Fei stood at the window and waited.
There's a clock on the wall, and the second hand is ticking away.
He stared at the second hand, counting: one, two, three...
Wenbin and Zhao Yidi also came.
The three of them stood at the window, and none of them spoke.
Every second felt like being roasted on a fire.
The window opened after 25 minutes.
The doctor handed over a form: "The results are in."
Zhao Fei grabbed it, his hand trembling so much he couldn't read the words.
Wenbin leaned closer and read aloud: "...Breast fibroadenoma, benign. Clean surgical margins."
benign.
benign!
Zhao Fei's legs went weak, and he slid down to the ground against the wall.
He covered his face with the sheet, not crying, but laughing.
I was laughing, but then tears started flowing again.
Wenbin wiped his eyes, squatted down and patted him: "It's alright, it's alright, it's benign..."
Zhao Yidi covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, but she was smiling.
Zhao Fei got up from the ground and grabbed Wenbin's arm: "It's benign! Xiaoxiao is okay! She's alright!"
"Yes, it's alright now." Wenbin smiled through his tears.
When the three returned to the operating room door, Wen Xiaoxiao had already been wheeled out.
"Xiaoxiao!" Zhao Fei rushed to the bedside and grabbed her hand. "It's benign! Benign!"
Wen Xiaoxiao opened her eyes a crack, looked at him, then closed them again and drifted off to sleep.
But the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Back in the ward, after settling Wen Xiaoxiao in, the nurse came to explain the precautions.
Zhao Fei held Wen Xiaoxiao's hand the whole time, staring at her intently.
Wenbin went to complete the relevant procedures, and the doctor said that he would be observed for a few days, and if there were no problems, he could be discharged from the hospital in a few days.
afternoon.
When Wen Xiaoxiao woke up, she opened her eyes and saw Zhao Fei sitting by the bed, staring at her.
He shaved, washed his face, and although his eyes were still swollen, he seemed to have come back to life, his eyes shining.
“Benign.” Zhao Fei leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Fibroadenoma, completely removed. The doctor said that regular check-ups are all that's needed.”
Wen Xiaoxiao let out a long sigh of relief.
She stared at the ceiling for a long time before whispering, "It's so nice."
"Mmm." Zhao Fei pressed her hand against his face. "That feels so good."
When the doctor came to check on the patient, he gave instructions: "The surgery was very successful, but the removed tissue was close to the nipple, so breastfeeding may be affected in the future."
Wen Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment: "It means..."
"It means that if I have another child, I might not be able to breastfeed," the doctor said bluntly.
Wen Xiaoxiao's eyes dimmed.
She recalled the warm, intimate feeling she had when feeding Yizhen and Yibao.
Zhao Fei held her hand: "Let's not have children. We have Yidi, Yizhen, Yibao, and Xiaogai, that's enough. Your health is the most important thing."
The doctor added, "Also, you can't overwork yourself in the future. This kind of illness is related to emotions and stress. Keep a cheerful mood, don't stay up late, and don't overexert yourself."
Wen Xiaoxiao nodded, but in her heart she was thinking about her wholesale business and her planned clothing brand.
After the doctor left, she said to Zhao Fei, "I've made up my mind. Once I've fully recovered, I still want to build up my clothing brand. This time, I'll register the trademark and do my own designs..."
"No." Zhao Fei interrupted her, his tone more forceful than ever before.
Wen Xiaoxiao was taken aback.
"The doctor said you can't overexert yourself." Zhao Fei looked at her, his eyes serious to the point of being stubborn. "Let Manjuan manage the wholesale business more, so you don't have to worry about it. Let Wu Jia watch the shop. Put the clothing brand on hold for now."
"Zhao Fei, I..."
“Listen to me.” Zhao Fei held her hand tightly. “Xiaoxiao, I can’t go through something like this again. As long as we have enough money, the factory can keep running, and the children are okay. You…you have to be okay.”
His eyes reddened again: "I can't take it. I really can't take it."
Wen Xiaoxiao looked at him, saw the fear in his eyes, and swallowed back the words she was about to say.
She gently squeezed his hand back: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Zhao Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief and buried his face in her hands: "You have to promise me that you will take good care of yourself and not overwork yourself."
"I agree."
In the evening, Wenbin and Zhao Yidi were about to go back.
"Xiaoxiao, take good care of yourself and don't worry about the shop." Wenbin stood by the bed, looking at his sister. "Manjuan can keep an eye on things, and I'll go check on her often too."
"Brother," Wen Xiaoxiao said softly, "I'm sorry to have worried you."
Wenbin's eyes reddened again. He turned his face away and waved his hand, saying, "What are you talking about? Taking good care of yourself is more important than anything else."
"Mom," Zhao Yidi bent down and kissed Wen Xiaoxiao's face, "You need to get better soon."
"Okay." Wen Xiaoxiao touched her daughter's face. "Go back and study hard, don't fall behind in your studies. Have your dad take you to the station."
"No need, Mom, you need someone here more. Let Dad stay here with you." Understanding the situation, Zhao Yidi didn't let Zhao Fei see her off and left with Wenbin on her own.
After Wenbin and Zhao Yidi left, the ward became quiet again.
Zhao Fei tucked the blanket around Wen Xiaoxiao, sat on the edge of the bed, and just looked at her.
"What are you looking at?" Wen Xiaoxiao asked with a smile.
"Look at you," Zhao Fei laughed, "I can never get enough of looking at you."
"How stupid is that?"
"Just stupid."
They both laughed. As they laughed, Wen Xiaoxiao's eyes welled up with tears again. She raised her hand, the one not receiving the IV drip, and touched Zhao Fei's face: "Were you terrified?"
"Mmm." Zhao Fei took her hand and pressed it against his face. "You were terrified."
“I’m scared too,” Wen Xiaoxiao said softly. “I’m scared it really is cancer, scared of leaving you all behind.”
"No, it won't happen." Zhao Fei leaned down, his forehead touching hers. "We promised each other that we would live to old age together, watch our children get married, and watch our grandchildren grow up."
"Yes, it's settled."
It was late at night. Wen Xiaoxiao was asleep, her breathing steady.
Zhao Fei sat by the bed, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, and the heavy weight that had been pressing on his heart for days finally lifted completely.
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