The pristine white hospital room was filled with people.
Ye Jinyu, dressed in a white coat with a stethoscope around her neck, carefully observed Xiao Wujie's condition.
Beside him, Lu Zhufeng, his entire body wrapped in bandages, looked like a mummy crawling out of a coffin. He was being supported by Ai Ruoman, and his eyes, the only part of his face visible, were full of doubt towards Ye Jinyu.
"Old Ye, when will he wake up?"
Ye Jinyu said in a flat tone, "You've asked this seven times today."
Lu Zhufeng was displeased: "Then give me a straight answer!"
In his excitement, he aggravated his still-healing wounds, wincing in pain. Ai Ruoman carefully helped him sit down at the foot of the bed.
Ye Jinyu calmly put away the stethoscope. "I can't say for sure either."
"Then what good are you?" Lu Zhufeng blurted out. "When you asked me when my wound would heal, you said it would be some time; when you asked when this pretentious girl would wake up, you said you couldn't say for sure."
"You know nothing when you ask me anything, and you always have that long face. Are you plotting something bad?"
Ye Jinyu couldn't stand the interruption: "If you don't believe me, then ask Lin Qingyi."
Lin Qingyi, dressed in a cheongsam, spoke softly and elegantly: "The surgery was too invasive, and given that he had lost all five senses before the surgery, it's normal for him to have a long recovery period after the surgery."
"He should be in the recovery period of his five senses now. Once his body's energy is replenished and his five senses are restored, he should wake up."
Chu Liyue sat gracefully on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, her slender hand reaching under the covers to cover Xiao Wujie's slightly cool hand and gently caressing it.
"What were the results of the surgery?"
Ye Jinyu glanced at her, his eyes holding a meaningful look.
"It was very successful. All the lesions were eliminated, and the wounds around his eyes and abdomen have completely healed."
His words brought a sigh of relief to Xiao Shuihan, Luo Yilan, Lu Zhufeng, Yun Mo, and the others.
Finally, Xiao Wujie was able to live a normal life.
After Ye Jinyu left, Chu Liyue, who had stayed by the ward for a week without leaving, left the ward for the first time.
In the office, Ye Jinyu was already waiting for her, and had even poured her water.
Chu Liyue simply asked in a calm voice, "Are there any aftereffects?"
The hands hanging at her sides were clenched tightly without her noticing.
Ye Jinyu sat in her office chair, took a sip of water, lowered her eyes, and flipped through the various reports on her desk. She spoke in a low voice:
"It's not considered a side effect."
"But you know that reagent number one has been in his body for so many years, and his body's foundation has long been damaged. Surgery can only remove the lesions in his body, appropriately compensate for the damage to his body, and ensure that he will not have frequent relapses like before, and that his life will not be hanging by a thread."
"But his physique cannot reach that of a normal person; he will still be sensitive to cold, have a weak immune system, and even..."
He hesitated for a moment, then looked up and stared directly at Chu Liyue, his voice low: "His lifespan may not be as long as that of a normal person."
Chu Liyue gripped the scalding cup tightly with her fingers, her skin burning with pain: "Explain yourself."
Ye Jinyu twirled the cap of her pen and said in a low voice, "You know, some things, once lost, are lost forever, and no external force can make up for them."
"Moreover, this kind of thing is very mysterious and not absolute. The postoperative survival period of twenty years can be guaranteed."
"But as for more, thirty, forty, or even fifty years, it's possible if you take good care of your health, but if you don't maintain it, even twenty years is a problem."
Chu Liyue remained silent for a long time before turning and leaving.
*
Xiao Wujie slept for a very long time.
From the moment he lost all five senses, he became disconnected from the world and stepped into the abyss alone.
Although I had mentally prepared myself and promised my sister that I would persevere no matter what happened, I still broke down and wanted to cry when I actually experienced it.
He didn't know how much time had passed, or how much longer he had to endure.
It was as if he had returned to those two years in a coma, in the darkness, with nothing but himself.
He knew clearly that he was alive, that he could feel the pain, and that the person he longed for was right next to him.
But he could not have it.
Sister, I can't hold on any longer. When can you take me away?
He knew his sister was giving it her all, and he was afraid his tears would distract her, so he couldn't hold back any longer and silently cried in his heart for a while before continuing to wait.
He knew the surgery had begun when a strong feeling of numbness washed over him.
Perhaps it was the loss of his five senses that made his consciousness exceptionally clear; the anesthetic numbed the pain but did not completely cause his consciousness to dissipate.
In the hazy state between wakefulness and sleep, time seemed to drag on endlessly.
After an unknown amount of time, a wave of exhaustion washed over him; he wanted to sleep but dared not.
He was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.
The consciousness he left on Chu Liyue was connected to his mind when he was awake, but existed independently when he was unconscious.
Even if he were to die, he couldn't close his eyes without seeing his sister one last time.
But in the end, he still couldn't hold on.
When he regained consciousness, he felt that the strange technique he had left behind had disappeared.
This proves that Aisie Hall eventually arrived, and he too faced danger.
He knew his sister's capabilities; even if Aisie Hall eventually managed to reach him, she would inevitably pay an extremely heavy price.
That strange technique was enough to make her vanish into thin air.
He also wondered whether he was alive or dead. After all, he had died twice, and after careful observation, he could still feel the difference. He should still be alive.
Living means the surgery was successful, and it means he and his sister will have a longer and more distant future.
He waited alone in the darkness, longing for the day he could open his eyes and see his sister.
The benefits of the successful surgery were obvious: he was no longer in pain and felt warmer, although the waiting process was rather long.
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