Will Chapter 406 affect his recuperation?
Professor Li gave a soothing smile, and his tone was much more relaxed:
"Ms. Mu, please rest assured. The whole process is not complicated for you, and no surgery is required."
"You simply lie comfortably on the blood collection chair, with a catheter connected to each arm. Blood flows from one arm and passes through a sophisticated blood cell separator. This machine acts like a very intelligent 'sieve', accurately screening out hematopoietic stem cells and collecting them into a special blood storage bag. The remaining components, such as red blood cells and platelets, are simultaneously returned to your body through the other arm."
"This process usually takes four to six hours, but there's no need to be nervous. During this time, you can read a book, watch a movie on your phone, listen to music, or do whatever you feel comfortable with. Our medical staff will accompany you throughout the process and closely monitor your condition to ensure everything goes smoothly and you are comfortable."
After listening to this, Mu Nanyan's slightly tense heartstrings finally relaxed.
She hadn't expected the process to sound so simple and straightforward. Although it took a long time, it didn't seem to be very painful or risky.
This gave her a clearer understanding of her upcoming donation and reduced a lot of unnecessary worries.
"So that's how it is. I understand. Thank you, Professor Li."
Mu Nanyan thanked him sincerely, and the last bit of doubt and anxiety in her heart about the donation process disappeared.
"This is what we should do." Professor Li responded with a smile.
After thoroughly understanding the entire process, Mu Nanyan felt much more at ease.
She said goodbye to Professor Li again, and then left the office with Lu Yiran.
Since that day, Mu Nanyan never set foot in the hospital again, nor did she visit Shangguan He.
It was not until a week later that Shangguan Jiuze contacted her and told her that Shangguan He's physical condition had improved to the best and met the conditions for transplantation. Only then did she go to the hospital again.
On the day of donation, the whole process was smooth and smooth.
After spending several hours collecting blood cells next to the blood cell separator, Mu Nanyan felt a little tired, but she was not seriously injured.
Lu Yiran carefully put a coat on her first, and then carefully escorted her home to rest.
The next morning, Mu Nanyan came to the hospital again accompanied by Lu Yiran and asked about Shangguan He's condition with concern.
Only then did she learn that it was already one or two o'clock in the morning when her hematopoietic stem cells were infused back into Shangguan He's body.
And that whole night was a matter of life and death for Shangguan He.
Shangguan Jiuze and Song Yajun stayed up all night, guarding outside the isolation ward without leaving.
Because at this time, Shangguan He's hematopoietic system and immune system had been completely destroyed by chemotherapy, and new stem cells had not yet begun to grow.
He is in an extremely dangerous stage medically known as "stage zero" - he has almost no immunity, is extremely vulnerable, and any minor infection or a minor bleeding could be fatal.
He continued to have a high fever, was extremely weak, and was completely dependent on platelet and red blood cell transfusions to maintain basic vital signs.
This is a long and arduous process, and every minute and every second is full of uncertain risks.
Only by successfully surviving this most dangerous night can it indicate that new hematopoietic seeds begin to "take root and sprout" in his body, and he will truly have hope of recovery.
Fortunately, when Mu Nanyan and others rushed to the hospital, Shangguan He had successfully survived the most dangerous night, which made everyone temporarily relieved.
However, this is just the beginning of a long road to recovery.
Next, Shangguan He still needs long-term hospitalization for observation. All hopes depend on whether Mu Nanyan's stem cells can successfully "settle down" in his bone marrow and start working normally - only in this way can his illness be truly cured.
It was not until this time that Mu Nanyan learned from the doctor that the subsequent treatment and recovery process would be much longer than she had imagined.
The doctor admitted that it would take 1 to 2 years, or even longer, for Shangguan He's new immune system to gradually rebuild to a relatively healthy level.
Even if he is discharged from the hospital in the future, he will have to live more cautiously than ordinary people and will not be able to return to completely normal social interactions immediately.
It would take at least three months for him to leave this closed sterile ward.
These three months are a critical period for the successful growth of his new immune system.
He must remain in this isolated, sterile environment to avoid any possible viral infection that could lead to fatal complications.
Mu Nanyan felt more and more complicated as she listened to the doctor's explanation.
She looked through the thick glass at the man lying quietly on the hospital bed.
For three whole months, or even longer, he would have to stay alone in this silent pure white, and even the touch of his family would become a luxury - how lonely he must be.
She originally thought that as long as the donation was completed, he would soon recover, and she would have an opportunity to look back on the past and seek answers as soon as possible.
But now, facing such a fragile and lonely life, facing this endless wait, she found that she couldn't even ask.
At that moment, beyond the resentment, an indescribable pity quietly emerged.
He is also a poor man who was teased by fate.
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When they learned that Shangguan He had successfully survived the most dangerous night, Shangguan Jiuze and Song Yajun were so excited that they could hardly control themselves, and their eyes instantly turned red.
Seeing Mu Nanyan coming, the two of them immediately hurried forward to meet her.
"Nan Yan! Thank you, really... Thank you so much!"
Shangguan Jiuze's voice was choked with sobs, and his tone was unprecedentedly sincere.
Song Yajun nodded repeatedly beside her, her haggard face showing a mixture of fatigue and great relief. She was even a little incoherent:
"Miss Mu, this time we are so grateful to you... We really don't know how to repay you for this kindness... Could you please let us treat you to a meal to express our gratitude?"
Faced with their heartfelt gratitude and enthusiastic invitation, Mu Nanyan felt an indescribable complex feeling in her heart.
This gratitude stems from her saving their husband and father, but it also makes the deliberately avoided blood relationship seem even more abrupt and ironic.
She managed to maintain her composure on the surface, and shook her head slightly, politely but distantly.
"You don't have to be so polite. I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need to eat."
Her eyes swept over the exhausted faces of the two people, and finally she slowed down her tone and gave a warning.
"You must also make sure to rest well. There will be many more people who will need your care later on."
After she finished speaking, she said no more and gave Lu Yiran a slight gesture.
Lu Yiran understood, took a step forward, and naturally protected her by her side. He nodded slightly to Shangguan mother and son, then turned and left with Mu Nanyan.
Shangguan Jiuze and Song Yajun were left standing there, watching their departing backs.
Lu Yiran opened the car door for Mu Nanyan and helped her get into the car.
The car drove smoothly out of the hospital and merged into the busy lane.
The car was completely silent.
Lu Yiran glanced sideways and noticed that Mu Nanyan was still looking out the window, her expression calm but with a hint of fatigue and deep thought that was difficult to dispel.
He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke, his voice gentle and tentative:
"When are you going to let them know your identity?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Nanyan slowly turned her head and looked at him.
She shook her head, her eyes clear but revealing a sense of relief and determination after a struggle:
"Forget it."
She paused, her tone calm but firm:
"I initially wanted to find him because I just wanted to find an answer. I wanted to have a good chat with him and get to know what happened back then."
The image of the weak and helpless figure lying in the sterile ward seemed to reappear in front of her eyes.
"But looking at him like this... it's impossible to talk properly for a while, let alone talk about the past. Let's wait until he recovers before we talk about everything."
She cast her gaze once again at the passing street scene outside the window, her voice soft but remarkably clear:
"This matter, after all, is a dispute between the previous generation and has nothing to do with Jiuze, Fuling and the others. They know nothing and are innocent. As it stands now, they are already exhausted because of Shangguan He's illness. It's difficult enough..."
She sighed slightly, and let go of the last bit of entanglement in her heart:
"Why should I cause them unnecessary trouble and shock at this time?"
After listening to this, Lu Yiran reached out his hand, gently covered the back of her slightly cold hand, and squeezed it firmly.
"good."
He responded in a deep voice, his voice full of complete respect and support.
In the following days, Mu Nanyan's life seemed to be smoothed out by a gentle hand, and gradually returned to a peaceful track.
Her world became simple and fulfilling. Apart from work, she spent every day with Chenchen and Lu Yiran.
Time flows quietly in the ordinary and warm daily life, and before we know it, two months have passed quickly.
The city outside the window is gradually filled with the bleakness of winter and the festive atmosphere of the festival, and the end of the year is approaching.
Mu Nanyan finished all the work in the studio early, and Chenchen's kindergarten also had winter vacation.
As planned, they accompanied Lu Yiran back to the capital.
However, as the year draws to a close, the group's affairs are at their busiest.
Lu Yiran was spinning like a top, busy with various year-end summaries, strategic deployments, and plans for the coming year, carrying out intense finishing work.
He goes out at dawn every day and returns home under the stars.
Even when he returned home at night, the light in the study was often on until late at night, and the desk was piled with documents awaiting review and project reports that required his final decision.
Mu Nanyan watched all of this silently.
She looked at the fatigue that was hard to conceal between Lu Yiran's brows, and saw that he couldn't relax even at home and was concentrating on his work, and her heart was filled with heartache.
That night, Mu Nanyan was preparing a warm midnight snack for Lu Yiran in the kitchen. A light soup was simmering on the stove, and the air was filled with a warm aroma.
Just then, her cell phone suddenly rang.
Mu Nanyan wiped her hands, picked up her phone and was slightly startled by the name displayed on the screen - it was Shangguan Jiuze.
Why would he call so suddenly at this late hour? A trace of doubt flashed through her mind, but she still pressed the answer button.
"Hey, Jiuze."
Shangguan Jiuze's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of apology:
"Nan Yan, I'm sorry to call you so late. I hope I didn't disturb your rest."
"No, I haven't slept yet. You called me, is there something wrong?"
"Well, my dad's recovery has been exceptionally smooth over the past few months, even better than the doctor expected! He's been discharged early and is recuperating at home."
Shangguan Jiuze's tone became lighter, with obvious relief in it.
"That's great. Mr. Shangguan can spend the New Year at home."
Mu Nanyan responded, with a hint of sincere relief in her voice.
"yes."
Shangguan Jiuze agreed, then changed the subject and told the real purpose of the call.
"It's just... after my dad was discharged from the hospital, he kept thinking about one thing. He really, really wanted to meet you and thank you in person for your willingness to lend a helping hand and give him a second chance at life."
Upon hearing this, Mu Nanyan subconsciously wanted to decline.
She is now in the capital, and her original intention of donating was not to seek gratitude.
However, when the words came to her lips, she hesitated.
The thought that had been buried deep in my heart, wanting an answer, surfaced again.
Is this perhaps a rare opportunity? If I refuse this time, it might be difficult to find the right reason and opportunity to meet Shangguan He alone and calmly talk about the past.
She was silent for a few seconds and asked cautiously:
"Mr. Shangguan...is he fully recovered? Will meeting him now affect his recovery?"
Shangguan Jiuze on the other end of the phone heard the relief and concern in Mu Nanyan's tone, and immediately explained:
"The doctor said he's recovering very well, but he needs to recuperate at home and try not to have contact with the outside world. So this meeting might require you to come to his home."
Shangguan Jiuze was afraid that Mu Nanyan would refuse, so he continued:
"It's mainly because my dad wants to thank you in person... It's become a big concern for him, and he always feels bad if he doesn't thank you in person. If you can meet him, maybe he can rest more at ease."
Mu Nanyan held the phone, her fingertips tightening slightly.
The warm yellow light in the kitchen illuminated her slightly hesitant profile.
She looked towards the study. The light was still on inside and Lu Yiran was still busy.
This opportunity was indeed what she had been waiting for.
An opportunity to meet face to face and ask questions that have been buried in my heart for many years.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.
"Well, I'm in the capital recently. If the time is convenient, I can come over."
Shangguan Jiuze's voice became obviously excited.
"Great! When is it convenient for you? We can arrange it anytime."
"Let me confirm the itinerary and then I'll get back to you with the specific time tomorrow, okay?"
"Of course! That's great, Nan Yan, thank you so much. I'll wait for your news then."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Nanyan still held the phone and stood there in a daze.
The steam rising from the soup pot clouded her vision.
The person she was about to meet was no longer the fragile and helpless patient lying in the sterile ward, but her biological father who was gradually recovering.
Where will this meeting lead to? She didn't know.
But she knew that there were some questions she had to ask and some knots she had to try to untie.
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