Chapter 180 He won't wake up?
"Whoosh! Hah!"
Qu He suddenly opened her eyes, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for breath.
Her eyelids felt heavy, and after a brief moment of clarity, she drifted back into a daze.
The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with a subtle fragrance of osmanthus.
It's at the hospital.
A dull ache came from my head.
My consciousness was still stuck on Qiao Mian frantically driving the car into the river.
A tremendous impact, dazzling fireworks, and icy river water.
Later, it seems that Zhuang Bieyan came?
He jumped down and grabbed her...
Is it him?
Was everything in my dream just now part of that missing memory?
She was thinking vaguely when she heard hurried footsteps.
The doctor shone a flashlight into her eyes and listened to her chest with a stethoscope.
In a state between sleep and wakefulness, she tried to process that past experience.
She remembered everything.
She remembered their meeting at Yujia Ferry when she was five years old, the boy who would sneak around but was afraid of being discovered, the jade buckle he gave her, and his promise to come back before the start of the school year to teach her how to write her name.
She also recalled how she was abducted by human traffickers because she couldn't wait for him, then got into a car accident, and subsequently developed a high fever and amnesia.
It turns out that the forgotten memory was sealed away by her own brain.
Her subconscious chose to forget, in order to escape that excruciating pain.
What about the farewell banquet at Kezhuang?
Did he already know she had lost her memory?
Was it because he was afraid she would remember what happened back then and resent his failure to keep their appointment that he kept hiding it from her and even denying his past with Yan Shu?
However, it cannot be denied that he once again chose to deceive her.
Tears silently streamed down her face, leaving a small damp patch on the pillow.
My chest felt like it was blocked by something, making it hard to breathe.
It turns out that those inexplicable familiarities and those heart-fluttering moments didn't come out of thin air, but rather that they had already met.
The seeds of fate were sown many years ago.
This seed, however, had been forgotten for so long that when it sprouted again, it was covered in wounds.
Her consciousness gradually faded, and she was plunged into darkness once again.
This time, there was no icy river water, no suffocating pain, only a gentle darkness, like returning to a mother's embrace.
When she woke up again, she felt a warm touch on her hand; someone was holding her hand tightly.
Qu He slowly opened her eyes and saw Director Lian using a cotton swab dipped in warm water to moisten her lips.
Under the light, Director Lian's hair seemed to have turned a few more white strands, the wrinkles around his eyes were deeper, and the dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced.
When he saw her open her eyes, Director Lian's eyes instantly turned red, and the cotton swab in his hand trembled slightly.
Looking at her weathered appearance, Qu He felt her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound. She could only force a smile and mouth the word "Mom".
Tears welled up again, but this time, it wasn't because of Zhuang Bieyan.
That year, after she was rescued from the river, she had a persistent high fever. Director Lian and Teacher Qu stayed by her bedside all night, administering traditional Chinese medicine for more than half a month, before finally pulling her back from the brink of death.
That profound sense of family affection, intertwined with childhood memories, made my emotions even more complex.
“Water…” she finally managed to squeeze out a single word.
Director Lian quickly poured her a glass of warm water and fed her small sips with a straw.
The doctor came in quickly and examined her.
"Things are good, don't worry, you're recovering very well."
Director Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and Teacher Qu's eyes also reddened. He ran outside to buy her some porridge.
Director Lian raised the hospital bed to make her more comfortable.
Qu He looked at the dark night sky outside the ward and asked, "Mom, how long have I been asleep?"
"It's been three days."
Director Lian held her hand, his voice filled with lingering fear.
Qu He was somewhat dazed.
Three days.
She had no idea that three days of her life had been stolen from her.
How much happened in those three days?
Just as she was about to ask something, Teacher Qu returned carrying a thermos.
The porridge was millet porridge, cooked until very soft.
Qu He didn't have much of an appetite, but seeing their worried looks, she forced herself to eat a small half bowl.
I put down the spoon, and the dizziness returned.
She slept soundly, and in her hazy state, she heard Xiao Zhuangxi's childish, worried voice, "Sister Siyue, when will Auntie wake up? Will she sleep for a very long time like Uncle?"
"No, little Xi, Auntie is just too tired and is sleeping. Let's not disturb her, okay?"
Si Yue spoke gently, patting Xiao Xi's head softly, "Xiao Xi, why don't you go back to your mother with this big brother first?"
Another male voice rang out, clear and pleasant, yet tinged with a hint of cynicism, "Why should I be the one to take her back to find her mother? Am I your pet dog, to be at your beck and call?"
"Don't talk nonsense! This is a hospital, keep your voice down!"
Si Yue glared at him and lowered her voice, "President Zhuang hasn't woken up yet, and Sister Liu Yue is busy with company matters. What's wrong with you taking him home?"
"Fine! I'll let it go this time, but I'll get my revenge next time. You're such a heartless little boss."
The footsteps of the two people, one big and one small, gradually faded away, and the ward returned to silence.
When Qu He woke up this time, she was much more conscious and no longer needed an IV drip.
When Si Yue saw that she was awake, she immediately went over to her, "Senior, how are you feeling?"
Qu He smiled at her, indicating that she was fine.
It was several days later before she was able to get out of bed again.
To prevent post-concussion complications, the doctor advised her to stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation as a precaution.
She took a picture of her face with the camera on her newly bought phone and saw a faint scar on her right cheek that was about to scab over.
There was still a medical bandage on his forehead.
She sighed softly.
Si Yue poured her a glass of warm water and comforted her, "The doctor said the wound isn't deep, and with proper care, it won't leave a scar. Don't worry, senior."
Qu He nodded and put her phone down.
A scar is nothing compared to life.
In that situation, it was a miracle to be alive.
"Qiao Mian, how is she?"
"She is seriously injured and is still in the ICU. The doctor said she may never wake up."
Qu He's heart sank.
Si Yue talked to her about what happened after that day.
In fact, Anda did not abandon Qiao Mian. He left that day to go back to his hometown to borrow money from relatives, hoping to take Qiao Mian abroad for reconstructive surgery.
Qiao Mian simply misunderstood him.
Qu He fell silent.
It's a misunderstanding, another misunderstanding.
If Qiao Mian had given Anda a little more trust, would things have turned out this way?
Si Yue looked at Qu He, "That day, President Zhuang jumped down without hesitation. When the rescue team pulled you out, he held your hand tightly and wouldn't let go until the doctor was about to take you into the emergency room, at which point they forcibly pried his fingers open."
As Qu He listened, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
It happened not long ago, but it feels like a long time has passed.
These past few days, she deliberately avoided thinking about him, and even the director and Teacher Qu didn't mention him again.
But only she knew that the person, the name, was already engraved in her heart and could not be removed.
"he...."
Qu He's voice trembled slightly, "How is he?"
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