Chapter 290 Awakening
Accompanied by Zhao Zhaodi, Rebecca went to see Ye Lin outside the ICU.
The window of the ICU was very small, and people outside could only see half of the bed. I don't know if it was because the ward was too big, or because Ye Lin had lost weight. He lay there quietly, as light as a feather, as if he could float away at any time. He needed the tubes of various machines to barely hold him down.
Rebecca couldn't help but raise her hand and stroke Ye Lin's face through the window. As if she was talking to Ye Lin, or to herself, she murmured to herself, "Auntie will definitely save you, will definitely save you, no matter the cost."
Owen was sorting documents in the VIP ward upstairs, looking at the pages of duck eggs. Even though this was not his money, his heart was bleeding.
It seems that Lady Rebecca has made up her mind this time.
Relying on medicine to no avail, he also began to study metaphysics, hoping to pray for the young master through donations.
The various donations in these documents added up to nearly one-third of Fairburn's estate and all of Lady Rebecca's personal fortune.
After donating all this money, the Fairburn family would probably fall out of the first-tier Western capital tier overnight, all the way down to the second tier, and it would take them ten to eight years to recover.
Owen arranged the documents one by one according to the amount, waiting for Rebecca to come back and sign and stamp them. When he finished arranging the last donation contract, his palm pressed on the contract paper and paused slightly. He remembered something.
He seemed to have also promised ten years of military expenses to the troops?
The already poor family was even worse off.
After paying the military expenses, the Fairburn family will probably fall all the way to the third tier. It will take more than ten years for the family to return to the top tier of Western capital.
However, the Fairburn Group is huge and powerful. Even if only 10% of the assets are left, his salary should not be a problem, right?
Irving was daydreaming in his mind, and the rich colors on his face could be used as a palette.
"Are you all done?" Rebecca pushed the door open and walked in. She glanced at Owen, pulled out a chair and sat down, and casually said, "Owen, do you have a facial cramp today?"
"No, no," Owen manually reset his face and introduced the donation projects to Rebecca from left to right.
"Madam, this is medical aid, covering 34 countries and regions, with an estimated amount of 300 million US dollars. This is education aid, mainly for impoverished areas, with an estimated amount of 170 million..."
After Owen finished his introduction and Rebecca signed,
If Ye Lin was not currently in a coma and unable to participate in the voting on major matters of the consortium, Rebecca's rights in the consortium would be limited and she would be unable to control more funds. With her current enthusiasm, she could donate half of the Fairburn Consortium.
"Okay, that's it for now, you can go out."
After signing, Rebecca felt really tired. She rubbed her temples and waved to Owen to take the documents out.
Zhao Zhaodi stood at the door and saw Rebecca finished her work before pushing the door open and coming in. She poured her a cup of hot water and placed it on the table.
"Big sister, the hospital just let Lin lie there like that? Those doctors don't have any solution?"
Rebecca thanked him, took the cup of water, and said helplessly, "There's nothing the hospital here can do. I plan to wait until Angel's condition stabilizes and then try to transfer him to Country D. He's in such a bad condition that he can't get on a plane. Otherwise, he should go directly to the United States."
"Hey, Lin is suffering this time, and we can't help him with any of the suffering. We are anxious watching him every day."
Zhao Zhaodi paced back and forth in the room with her hands behind her back, sighing every few steps. Her magic power had always been weak before, and she couldn't calculate anything accurately or cast any spells. Last time Ye Ling was sick and hospitalized, she was also very anxious.
Recently she had set up a fortune-telling stall at Wong Tai Sin Temple and finally managed to raise her Taoist power. But yesterday she performed a ritual for Ye Lin and it was all used up again.
She couldn't even draw a talisman now, and had no ability to perform a ritual for Ye Lin. She was so anxious that her mouth was filled with blisters this morning.
Zhao Zhaodi had a problem. When she was anxious, she wanted to chat. She walked around the end of the bed and made small talk with Rebecca.
"By the way, what were you doing in the US? Butler Ou called you for a long time yesterday, but couldn't find you."
When the United States was mentioned, Rebecca's eyes darkened, and her sapphire blue eyes instantly turned into ice. She said coldly, "Nothing. I was just dealing with some garbage yesterday, so I was delayed."
"Can you throw away the garbage yourself?" Zhao Zhaodi didn't believe it.
Rebecca replied perfunctorily, "I just buried a few carbs."
Zhao Zhaodi… “Can you speak some normal words?”
Rebecca smiled at Zhao Zhaodi and said nothing more.
Yesterday she went to deal with the bastards who killed her sister. It was normal for a few people to disappear in the United States, but there was no need to tell Zhao Zhaodi the details, so as not to scare her in-laws.
A week passed, and Ye Lin showed no signs of waking up.
Rebecca arranged for him to be transferred to Country D.
Money kept being spent from the account like snowflakes and was remitted to various relief organizations, temples, churches, and schools. The young lady, who had never known how to write the word "short of money" in her life, finally experienced the feeling of being short of money and even took the initiative to stop her haute couture every season.
During this period, news came from Hong Kong that the Ye Group had followed in Fairburn's footsteps and was making large donations in the hope that God would bless their boss.
I don't know if it's because the medical conditions in Country D are good, or if the donations have had an effect.
After Ye Lin was in a coma for three months,
The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated through the fine gauze by the window and quietly entered this room that looked like both a hotel and a hospital.
The sun slowly climbed up a white finger exposed outside the bed sheet. Just as it was about to continue to climb forward, the finger under the sun's light moved slightly. Under the thin eyelids, it seemed as if a ball was moving.
After a few breaths, everything returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion under the sunlight.
Ah Hui yawned and climbed up from the accompanying bed next to him. Recently, the first thing he did every day when he opened his eyes was to check on how his young master slept last night.
Ah Hui's scanner started from the top of his head to check the young master's condition today.
The complexion was perfect, the eyes were not open, the lips were a little pale, the quilt was well covered, and all the machines were working properly. Not bad, it was a normal day.
After confirming that Ye Lin was fine, Ah Hui nodded and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Ah Hui has been busy taking care of Ye Lin recently. Every time he washes up, he finishes it as quickly as if he were fighting a battle, for fear that something might happen to Ye Lin while he is away.
Today, as usual, he washed his hair casually in the sink, wiped his wet hair with a towel and walked out of the bathroom, intending to stare at Ye Lin while wiping his hair.
I walked with my head down, not paying attention to my surroundings.
Pulling the accompanying chair over, Ah Hui raised his head and pulled his hair back.
Suddenly, his eyes met with Ye Lin, who was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes wide open.
"Fuck, am I dazzled?!"
Ah Hui's first reaction was that there was something wrong with his brain and he was suffering from hysteria.
He closed his eyes tightly, and after three seconds, he opened them again, "Let me see again! Damn it!!"
Ye Lin still had his eyes open, and this time they were full of disgust.
Ah Hui jumped up excitedly and circled around Ye Lin's bed like a monkey.
That’s right! That’s right! This look is just right!
His young master's arrogant and disdainful look is back again!
Ah Hui ran around the bed, stopped beside the pillow, and talked incoherently to Ye Lin, his eyebrows about to fly to the sky.
"Oh my God! Master, you're really awake! You're alive! Master, can you hear me talking? I can hear you blinking. What time is it?"
Ah Hui stretched out a finger and gestured in front of Ye Lin, trying to test whether Ye Lin's cognition was normal.
Ye Lin rolled his eyes, closed them and continued to sleep.
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