As the first rays of sunlight slowly rose from the eastern horizon, golden light, like fine threads, pierced through the soft morning mist and gently fell upon the predominantly black and white Liyue Manor.
The manor appeared exceptionally tranquil in the morning light, as if everything was still immersed in the dream of the night.
As the sunlight gradually rises, it softly shines into the master bedroom through the delicate carved glass of the window.
Chu Liyue sat quietly by Xiao Wujie's bedside, still wearing the clothes she wore the night before.
She clearly didn't sleep a wink last night.
She looked slightly tired, with faint dark circles around her eyes. Her long, straight black hair fell gently over her shoulders, looking a little messy, but her natural, unadorned beauty was still captivating.
Her gaze remained fixed on the person on the bed, and no one knew how long she had been watching.
The man on the bed was wearing an oxygen mask, his eyes were closed, and his pale face highlighted his high nose and delicate facial features. Even though he looked sick and haggard, his indescribable charm could not be concealed.
Her thick, dark eyelashes cast faint shadows on her pale cheeks, like stars in the night sky, shining even in the deepest darkness.
Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden rays that mingled with his slightly disheveled hair, giving him a sense of life and making him appear less broken and fragile.
A knocking sound rang out on the door.
A handsome man in a white coat walked in, slowly approached Xiao Wujie's bedside, and carefully examined him.
Seeing Chu Liyue's unwavering gaze and slightly haggard appearance, he couldn't help but cough lightly:
"His condition has stabilized considerably, but it will take him some time to wake up."
His name is Ye Jinyu. He graduated with a doctorate from a top American university and is a world-renowned top medical and biochemical expert, specializing in neurosurgery.
Upon hearing this, Chu Liyue raised her head, looked at him, and said coldly:
"How's the review of the medical records going? Has the follow-up treatment plan been finalized?"
Ye Jinyu felt a headache coming on and quickly said:
"It can't be that fast. I was busy all night last night, and besides, there are many things that can't be fully understood just by looking at the medical records."
"After he wakes up, I will give him a detailed examination and a comprehensive assessment of his physical condition. I may also need to communicate with his previous private doctor before we can finalize the follow-up treatment."
Chu Liyue didn't say anything more after hearing this, and continued to turn her gaze to Xiao Wujie.
"Although you don't have a formal medical background, your expertise in biochemistry makes you fully capable of participating in his treatment. Since you care so much about his condition, why not get involved yourself?"
Ye Jinyu's eyes flickered slightly, and she said softly.
Chu Liyue remained silent for a long time after hearing his words, her beautiful eyes still fixed on Xiao Wujie, whose eyes were closed on the bed. However, her eyes held complex emotions that were difficult for others to understand, and they kept changing.
Finally, she closed her eyes briefly and resignedly uttered a single word:
"Afraid!"
No one knows how she felt last night when she saw Xiao Wujie vomiting blood and collapsing into her arms.
That scene perfectly blended with the scene in my dream.
Everyone says that fate is determined by heaven, but she insists on believing that "my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"
She was born powerful and destined for greatness, and she has never been defeated in her battles against anyone!
She never feared anything, even when it meant fighting against the heavens!
Xiao Wujie was predicted to live no more than five years, and she used all her resources to find famous doctors.
Xiao Wujie's survival to this day is largely due to what she snatched from the hands of fate.
She never imagined that she would be defeated by anyone, not even fate!
But when Xiao Wujie coughed up blood in front of her, matching the scene in her dream, she felt a chill run through her body, her heart stopped, and even her soul trembled.
She admitted she was scared.
She was afraid she couldn't outmaneuver the wicked God!
She feared that this exquisite, fragile rose would wither and fall before her very eyes.
Her words also made Ye Jinyu's heart tremble. Her answer touched the softest part of his heart, which had been cold and hard all year round.
A doctor's practice of healing and saving lives is like playing a game of chess with Death, where Death plays black and the doctor plays white.
Go all out, just to win by half a move against fate, and to win a game against death!
This requires doctors to have a compassionate heart that respects life, but even more so, they must sever all emotional ties and have a heart as firm as iron.
This game is deadly, every move is fraught with danger, and once a move is made, there is no going back.
If one's heart is entangled in emotions, one will hesitate to make a move, and a single careless move can lead to total defeat.
This is why doctors can save others but find it difficult to save themselves!
The word "fear" contains so much, and only those who have experienced it deeply can understand it!
"I promise that I will do everything I can to treat this person and prolong his life as much as possible."
Ye Jinyu spoke in a hoarse voice, her tone filled with complex emotions.
He is a world-class medical expert who performs no fewer than a thousand surgeries every year and several surgeries every day. Countless people have been saved from the clutches of death because of him.
In the eyes of the world, he wields a willow-leaf dagger, capable of slaying Yama, vanquishing ghosts and demons, and possessing miraculous healing skills, curing all ailments with his medicine.
Only he himself knew that he was not the omnipotent healer in the eyes of the world.
Human resources are limited; it's truly difficult to overcome nature!
He had saved countless lives and trampled death under his feet, but he had also experienced too much helplessness, witnessed life and death, and been mocked by death for his powerlessness.
His most beloved grandfather passed away in his arms; his most cherished friend rests in peace on the operating table.
As a doctor, he saved millions of lives, but he couldn't save the one he loved most!
He was nearly thirty, exceptionally talented and handsome, yet unmarried and unloved.
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