Chapter 84
Then, how he carried the person out of the compound in the chaos, how he sent the person to the hospital, and how he watched the person being pushed for various examinations, all seemed so unreal to Ling Yin, like a sudden nightmare.
But the nightmare was too detailed, so even though I was in a clean and bright hospital, the smell of blood from a few hours ago was still lingering in my nose.
"The patient is still in a coma, and we've already done basic examinations," the doctor said. "There's a partial tendon rupture and nerve contusion on the back of the hand. The surgery may take two to three hours. Once the family members sign, we'll arrange the surgery as soon as possible."
Ling Yin went to sign the document and happened to run into Meng Hui and her son who were rushing over.
"How is it? Where is he now?" Meng Hui asked anxiously.
Ling Yin: "In the ward."
Ling Song called.
"His father has been detained by the police, but he'll only be there for a few days. The subsequent sentencing will depend on how Xingxing's hand injury is treated. How's it going now?"
"He's still awake," Ling Yin said. The blood and the hideous wounds on the ground were still lingering in his mind. He lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and said, "I'll do the surgery later."
Ling Song: "Okay, your mother and I will come over in a while, don't worry."
Ling Song and An Yining arrived shortly after. It was the first time the two elders had met, and neither had expected such a situation. After a brief greeting, they were speechless. Yu Dun stared at Qu Xing's temporarily bandaged hand, tears streaming down his face. The tears kept pouring down, until his entire face trembled, as if the person lying before him was a dying person who had just been given a critical illness notice.
But Yu Dun was really sad and heartbroken. He didn't just feel sorry for the stars lying there.
He didn't know the extent of Qu Xing's injury. He didn't know if Xingxing could even return to play. Even if he could, how would it affect his condition? If it did, or if he couldn't play at all, how hard would it be for him to accept? He and Ling Yin had just realized that Xingxing might not be in good spirits when this happened again. It was as if someone was specifically against his Xingxing.
Come to think of it, Qu Xing's eighteenth birthday was a difficult time. The first eighteen years were blissfully carefree. He had always loved and envied Qu Xing, because he had a wonderful grandmother who didn't control him much, a big, beautiful house, lots of friends, and a whole family of elders who doted on him. He had a good personality, so no one had ever said anything harsh to him.
As if in retaliation for his carefree eighteen years, everything started to happen at eighteen. His grandmother fell ill, he had to take a break from competition, and then he had a father like Qu Hongfei. His grandmother passed away, and then he learned that she was a fake grandmother. It was a shock. Before he could process the shock, he was locked up by Qu Hongfei for a month. He finally got back on track, played well in the game, and even started a relationship—it's unclear whether he was in a state of mental distress during this period. Then, suddenly, his own father stabbed him in the hand.
Yu Dun couldn't imagine it.
He felt that if these things happened to him, they shouldn't have happened to Xingxing. His Xingxing was so innocent, kind, and beloved by everyone, like a beautiful sunflower born and blessed by fate, growing on the purest soil in the world. His smile made you feel that all good things should flow to him, that he deserved a lifetime of happiness. And yet, such a person lay here, unconscious, dreaming some nightmare in the darkness.
Qu Xing was rushed into the operating room. The surgery lasted a full three hours. During this time, Zhou Si, who had already returned to base with the team, called and wanted to check on him. Ling Yin told him to stop by because the hospital was overcrowded. Le Anyi screamed in fear on the other end, peppering him with questions: was his injury serious? Would the surgery be successful? Could he still play? Why was he still unconscious? Ling Yin couldn't answer any of them.
Waiting quietly for Le Anyi to finish all his questions, Ling Yin replied briefly and weakly, "I don't know."
“…”
It wasn't until after the surgery that the doctor told them, "The hand injury is not serious. The child may have dodged it himself. The front part is more serious, and the back part is not as serious. The surgery was successful, but because the tendons and nerves were injured, strict rehabilitation is necessary to fully restore the function of the hand."
Yu Dun anxiously asked for Ling Yin, "Will I still be able to play professionally in the future?"
Amidst the crowd's intense gazes, the doctor, with a reassuring calmness and composure, said affirmatively, "Yes."
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"But the prerequisite is that you absolutely must do proper rehabilitation," the doctor said. "It may take two to four weeks for the wound to heal. Initially, we'll immobilize his hand. During this period, he must not move and must take good care of the wound. We'll then remove the protective gear based on the patient's condition and slowly begin some rehabilitation exercises. Don't rush into high-intensity training right away. Regular checkups are recommended, and a rehabilitation therapist will be available for training advice. A gradual approach is recommended. Full recovery may take several months, so don't rush."
"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Ling Yin asked.
"We've done tests before this surgery," the doctor said. "So far, all the results are fine. Some are taking a while to come back, so we'll have to wait a little longer. But based on your description and the patient's stable vital signs, we suspect it's a non-organic coma, perhaps related to mental health issues. It's also possible there are some undetected cardiac abnormalities."
Yu Dun: "When will he wake up?"
The doctor shook his head. "It's impossible to be sure. If there's severe psychological stress, some patients can remain in a coma for more than ten or twenty days. We still need to do some in-depth investigations, including a thorough screening of the nervous system and cardiovascular system."
Qu Xing never woke up. The base's MSI training was temporarily postponed. The backup AD carry was discussed several times, but was eventually brought up. Everyone at the base trained in a depressed state. Ling Yin remained at the hospital, watching Qu Xing being taken for various tests, various instruments being put on and taken off. Ultimately, after various monitoring and investigations ruled out all medical conditions, the diagnosis was confirmed to be a psychogenic coma.
Psychological evaluation and treatment were essential. Chen Qi, with his extensive clinical diagnostic experience, was a psychologist many could only dream of. Because of his close relationship with An Yining, he was currently sitting in Qu Xing's hospital room.
"Have you slept for two days?" Chen Qi asked.
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
Chen Qi looked at the boy lying there. His eyelashes were long and drooping, and even with his eyes closed he was very endearing, like a child who had fallen asleep after a day of play, a dreamless and carefree sleep.
Chen Qi sighed: "If he doesn't have any physical illness but has slept for so long, his mental problems may be very serious."
“…”
Ling Yin took a deep breath of air wrapped in a knife, which made his heart, chest and lungs hurt.
Chen Qi looked at her for a while, then asked softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in bed, "Let's go out and talk."
Ling Yin looked at Qu Xing with some concern.
"It's okay." Chen Qi smiled and said, "Let's just chat at the door. The main topic may be about his trauma. In case he can hear it, he won't want to wake up after listening."
"Okay." Ling Yin stood up.
"You said you knew about his past experiences the other day?" Chen Qi said, "Tell me about it."
"He has a grandmother," Ling Yin said, "and she was probably his closest relative from childhood to adulthood. It was probably last summer when he passed away, and not long after, he suddenly found out that she wasn't his biological grandmother, but a stranger who unexpectedly took over raising him and gave him a fake name, his mother's name. His mother hated him so much that she wanted to kill him when he was very young. It seems that his grandmother has been trying to figure out a way for more than a decade..."
Ling Yin tried hard to find a less cruel word, but everything Yu Dun had told him pointed to that one word: "Get rid of him."
"It happened last summer." Chen Qi repeated.
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
"It's been less than a year since it happened." Chen Qi asked, "So what has he been like during this time?"
"It's normal," Ling Yin said. "She's cheerful, lively, and focused. She's never mentioned these things to anyone."
Without waiting for Ling Yin to continue, Chen Qi said calmly, "He forgot."
Ling Yin paused and said quietly, "It seems so. He seems to have forgotten a lot of things, but he can remember them again if someone reminds him."
"Yeah." Chen Qi nodded and said, "It's definitely not true forgetting, nor is it something he actively wants to forget. It's the brain's own protective mechanism activated after experiencing a major trauma. We call it dissociative amnesia."
Ling Yin rubbed his thumb lightly on his fingertips and looked at Chen Qi quietly.
Chen Qi sighed again: "The human mental system is complete. If one part collapses, other parts will have problems to a greater or lesser extent."
Ling Yin didn't even want Chen Qi to continue. It was like he was still in a blank, hazy nightmare. Everything and everyone he said seemed like a cruel joke. Every word anyone said turned into a dense mass of feather blades that stabbed lightly into his heart.
"His problem might be more than just dissociative amnesia. If his brain wasn't in an extremely chaotic and painful state, he wouldn't have slept for so long." Chen Qi paused, looked at Ling Yin, and said, "Calm down first."
"It's okay." Ling Yin shook his head.
"It can definitely be cured, as long as he's willing to cooperate. The treatment results vary from person to person." Chen Qi said, "If it's truly dissociative amnesia, then we have to sort it out slowly. The treatment period may be long or short, but it certainly won't be cured overnight."
"Yeah." Ling Yin looked inside through the ward door: "Zhi, I trust him."
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