All preparations before the operation have been quite sufficient.
So there is nothing to think about any further. If even this level of human effort is not enough to dispel the clouds, then everything can only be blamed on fate.
...Having said that.
Having said that, Director Xun still came to the hospital early in the morning and arrived outside the operating room ahead of time.
Xun Zhen signed the surgery notice himself. He was quite interested in the two words "Ming Chi" on it. After asking about the situation, he jokingly called him Captain Ming and unceremoniously wanted to book a few tickets for popular holiday routes.
The new captain of the Ming family was lying in the preparation room, with most of his face covered by the oxygen mask and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. Her ears turned red little by little, and she curved her eyes and smiled at him gently.
…
The doctors and nurses had experience in many surgeries, so the process went smoothly.
It only took half an hour from the time the patient was sent to the operating preparation room to the time the red light "in operation" came on.
Xun Zhen paced back and forth in the corridor outside the operating room. After walking the tenth circle, he was finally stopped by Ming Lu: "President Xun."
Xun Zhen stopped immediately and said, "Sorry..." He came to his senses after he finished speaking, and smiled helplessly, "I was too nervous."
Ming Lu naturally understood and said in a friendly tone: "Please rest assured, no matter what the result of the operation is, the Xun family will not be implicated."
Xun Zhen nodded silently: "I know."
If it is said that Mrs. Luo was dealt with according to Ming Weiting's instructions in the beginning because of the Xun family, then what Xun Zhen did later was not entirely for this reason.
The director of a hospital hopes that an operation will be successful. A carefully assembled medical team faces an operation that is not easy to perform, just like facing a last-minute test.
After so much preparation, so many discussions and research, no one wants to fail... Besides.
"Besides," Xun Zhen said, "I personally want him to get better. I've been his doctor for so long, and when he recovers, maybe I'll have the chance to be his friend."
Minglu smiled: "You're welcome anytime."
"When the young master recovers from his illness, the master wants to invite him to go out to sea for a while." Minglu said, "Dean Xun has grabbed the ticket and can come to visit anytime."
Xun Zhen knew that he would have to fight for the tickets himself, so he smiled and nodded: "Of course... I'm right, Chief Steward Ming."
"He asked me to give it to you and ask you to keep it for him."
Xun Zhen took out a letter and handed it to Ming Lu: "If everything goes well, please keep it for him."
Minglu nodded and took the letter: "Is it for you, sir?"
"No, the one he said he would give to Mr. is already hidden in the computer." Xun Zhen shook his head, "He made a small program that requires you to score 10 million points in Subway Surfers before you can unlock it."
Xun Zhen was examining Luo Chi at the time. When he received this somewhat special entrustment from the other party, he couldn't help but ask what would happen if Mr. Ming found a substitute.
…
Mr. Luo, who was in charge of the overall planning, seemed to be very shocked. The doctor brought by Xun Zhen had completed all the examinations. Luo Chi was still sitting on the bed, pondering whether to add a camera component to cooperate with facial recognition.
But the time is still too short after all.
At that time, there was only one day left before the operation. Luo Chi had no time to get the right components, nor did he have time to modify the program again.
After all, time was too short. Luo Chi had tried every possible way to make use of the time and finally rushed all the way here to hand over himself to them in the best way possible to cooperate with the treatment.
So Xun Zhen thought, this might be why he wanted to cure people no matter what.
"So he also wants to ask you... to supervise." Xun Zhen never dreamed that one day he would say this word, and it would be connected with the three words "Mr. Ming".
He was entrusted to pass on a message, and half out of nervousness and half out of craving for airs, "Supervisor Mr. Ming... must do this personally."
Ming Lu was speechless: "No need."
Xun Zhen was stunned: "What?"
"No need for supervision." Minglu's expression was very gentle, "Why wouldn't you do it yourself, sir?"
Xun Zhen was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at the bench in the corridor.
He saw a figure sitting there. It seemed that the figure had been sitting there since the moment the door of the operating room closed.
…
When he came to his senses, Xun Zhen realized that Minglu had put away the letter.
Minglu was asking him, "Who is the letter for?"
"To the people outside, he said he hadn't thought of this before."
Xun Zhen said: "But there is no rush. As long as everything goes well, there is no need for this."
Luo Chi decided to prepare these things during the final preoperative preparations and examinations yesterday. He had been struggling for days over whether this was necessary, but just before the operation, he decided to be on the safe side and dictated the letter.
He had one night to chat with Mr. Shadow, so he had to seize the moment and take care of other things now.
The night before a major operation, it is almost inevitable that patients and their families will experience an outburst of anxiety and tension.
Xun Zhen brought people to examine Luo Chi, and also brought a professional psychological counselor who was responsible for preoperative counseling. As a result, the counselor's greatest contribution was to help write the letter on paper.
"If I can't wake up." Luo Chi sat on the examination table, "In a few years, Uncle Lu will have to find a suitable time... If they still go to the beach in the middle of the night to wait for the sunrise."
Luo Chi thought carefully: "By that time, their work and family should be stable, and their careers should be as high as they want to be... They shouldn't be sad when they see these things again."
Luo Chi thought for a while and added: "It's okay to be a little sad. If you still feel sad, let Fang Hang teach his son to call me uncle."
Xun Zhen was looking at Luo Chi's test results. When he heard the message Luo Chi dictated to the psychologist, he looked up.
Luo Chi leaned back on the examination table, resting his chin on his arm, hugging his bent right leg, and slowly shaking his left leg.
He was in a blue and white hospital gown, which was specially sized for wearing an ECG monitor, so it must not have fit him.
The slightly loose collar of the hospital gown was open, making him look younger when he sat like this, almost like a normal and ordinary young man.
Luo Chi was thinking about those people's future work and life. He spoke slowly with longing and expectation. At the end, he sighed seriously, calmly and with a look of vicissitudes of life.
Mr. Luo sighed calmly and vicissitudes of life, put his chin on his arm, lowered his head and thought for a long time, muttering: "I really want to be an uncle."
…
So Xun Zhen thought.
No matter what, we have to find a way to cure this person.
Minglu nodded and wrote down what Luo Chi asked Dean Xun to help convey.
He also knew why Xun Zhen said this at this point in time - once the operation was over, no matter what the result was, they probably would no longer be in the mood to deal with these things.
...Besides, this period of time was really too difficult for everyone inside and outside the operating room.
It is so unbearable that people always want to do something to distract themselves, actively think about other things, to stop and ignore the thoughts that keep pouring into their minds.
Even Minglu was a little restless, so he stopped Xun Zhen and said a few words.
Ming Lu thanked Xun Zhen and returned to the bench. Ming Weiting was still sitting there.
He noticed Ming Lu's footsteps and raised his head: "Uncle Lu."
"Sir." Ming Lu sat down at the other end of the bench. He found Ming Weiting operating the computer and tried to ask, "Are you reading the young master's letter?"
Ming Weiting shook his head: "If he has anything to say, he will tell me in person."
The letter and mini program that Luo Chi left behind were just for that possibility. I hope that even in the worst-case scenario, he will still have something to do to pass the time, instead of spending all of his time thinking about one person.
He knew this, but he didn't want to consider this possibility now, because Luo Chi was trying his best to survive at all costs.
So he also helped to think about it.
"I was just thinking, this feeling is so bad."
Ming Weiting said: "So he must forget it."
Ming Lu was stunned for a moment before he realized what Ming Weiting was talking about - the night that Mrs. Ren was sent for emergency treatment, Ren Chenbai couldn't bear the blow and fainted, but Luo Chi stayed awake and waited.
Luo Chi was awake and waited for the worst outcome. As Mrs. Ren's child, he had to bear the consequences, the anger of other people who had lost their loved ones, the confusion of losing everything, and fall into the abyss of nightmare with no bottom.
Luo Chi’s best dream was falling asleep on the beach and waking up in Madam Ren’s arms. On the day of boarding the ship, Ming Weiting's agents found Luo Chi on the beach.
Lying on the beach, Luo Chi no longer had Madam Ren beside him, only the pitch-black and cold night that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.
Minglu nodded slowly: "It's time to forget it."
If Madam Ren knew what happened later, she would definitely try every means to make Luo Chi forget all about it.
“I’m sorting out my experiences these days.”
Ming Weiting returned the topic and looked back at the computer: "When he wakes up, I can use these as a reference when I chase stars again."
Minglu tentatively made a gesture of inquiry, and when he found that the gentleman didn't mind, he stood up and walked around to the other side and bent down to take a look.
Ming Weiting's records also have a very clear personal style. It is rational, precise and meticulous. It organizes all independent and dependent events according to the timeline, and even rigorously scores each event.
Anything with a score below 75 will be put into the pending column, and those that fail will be deleted directly. As for events with a score of 85 or above, they will be specially marked and classified by color.
Minglu couldn't help but be curious: "Sir, what is the standard for the score?"
"How happy he is," said Ming Weiting, who was stuck on the score of the incident of eating Cantonese-style morning tea for breakfast. "He seems to be happy with whatever he eats."
Ming Lu thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case: "Maybe it's because the young master likes to eat very much."
Because of his illness and medication, Luo Chi actually found it difficult to eat much these days.
Minglu asked the kitchen to prepare snacks and treats at all times, gave him small meals frequently, and tried to keep his diet light. Although he would inevitably vomit due to severe headaches most of the time, Luo Chi still looked forward to dinner with great interest every day.
Ming Weiting seemed to feel good about this sentence. He smiled lightly and added "I like to eat" to the information column of his star-chasing notes.
The opinions reached by two people in discussion are always more comprehensive than those reached by one person alone.
Ming Weiting then showed the rest of the content to Ming Lu and made revisions based on his suggestions. He spent more than an hour perfecting the notes, then handed the computer to Minglu for safekeeping, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and took a short rest.
Minglu whispered beside him, "Sir, it will take some time before the operation is over."
Ming Weiting nodded.
Whenever he has free time these days, he will find something to do related to chasing stars. Now even the ID and passport belonging to the identity of "Mingchi" have been processed.
The Ming family has always been on the high seas. The high seas do not belong to any sovereign territory, and those who join the Ming family will become stateless persons. As long as they have a passport, they can go wherever they want.
If they want to live somewhere permanently in the future, and the young master of the Ming family picks a place he likes, they can change it. Everything can be decided at that time.
He couldn't find anything to do, so he just said, "Uncle Lu."
Minglu sat down next to him: "Sir, we can chat now."
"Chatting makes people feel better," Minglu said, "and time won't pass so slowly."
Ming Weiting nodded: "We talked a lot last night."
Last night, although Luo Chi didn't go to bed late, they started chatting very early, when the crescent moon had just climbed up the deep blue sky.
Luo Chi didn't talk about his own affairs anymore. They talked about life at sea, whether it would be lonely to live on a ship and an island all their lives, and what Mr. Shadow was like as a child.
He had never seen a better listener than Luo Chi - being looked at intently and seriously by those eyes, with the light in them constantly changing according to what you said, even the least articulate person would inevitably want to say more.
"I told him that my life was very monotonous." Ming Weiting said this and suddenly laughed briefly. "He suddenly started reciting 'I catch chickens, and people catch me'."
Minglu was a little curious and asked, "What is this?"
"It was a fairy tale book, and I just happened to say a line from it."
Ming Weiting explained: "Then we searched for the book online together. He said he wanted me to read it to him. I knew it was because he really didn't have the energy to chat with me."
So Ming Weiting sat on the bed and read the book.
He seldom read fairy tales and did not understand how the stories were described. He did not know why there was a planet inhabited by only one little boy, and why the boy wandered around because of a rose.
But the scene where the boy met the fox did attract him. This is the passage that Luo Chi suddenly recited, "My life is monotonous, I catch chickens and people catch me."
The fox invited the boy to tame it, and they spent time patiently becoming friends, getting closer and closer every day.
Then when the boy left, the fox lost his friend and gained the color of wheat.
Luo Chi had consumed too much energy in the physical examination and preoperative preparations, and his face was almost pale. He lay on the bed with nasal oxygen, one of his hands held by him.
He saw Luo Chi's chest rising and falling quietly and thought that Luo Chi had fallen asleep, so he finished reading that part of the story by himself.
Then he began to recite the story of the fox and the boy's first meeting. When he got to "Once you have tamed me," Luo Chi suddenly interrupted him and said, "Mr. Shadow."
Ming Weiting stopped and asked: "What's wrong?"
"I remember now." Luo Chi said, "I don't like this story very much. We can change it."
"Okay." Ming Weiting closed the page and typed "bedtime story" in the search bar. The hospital's network was not very good. Before the page was loaded, Ming Weiting asked him softly, "Why don't you like it?"
Luo Chi thought for a moment and said, "Our personalities don't match."
Luo Chi remembered this story because Aunt Ren read it to him. But when Aunt Ren read it to him, Luo Chi found that he had different ideas from the story.
Of course, the story is not wrong. Everyone has their own choices and attitudes, and we certainly cannot judge them outside the context of the story. The story is a good one, it's just that their personalities don't mesh.
…
He thought that if he met a fox, he would not try to tame it.
They will not tame each other, but they will be friends, they will be family, they will live together, there will be no moment of separation, and they will not leave only the color of wheat to the fox.
He would roll around in the wheat fields with the fox in his arms.
Luo Chi said these words softly, lying in his palm and opening his eyes: "Mr. Shadow."
Mr. Shadow was next to the bed.
Ming Weiting placed one hand under Luo Chi's neck and raised the other hand to gently touch Luo Chi's eyelashes.
Ming Weiting looked into Luo Chi's eyes. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he felt that he couldn't tolerate doing nothing or saying anything and just letting time pass by quietly.
"I want to have the honor," he finally said to Luo Chi, "I want to roll around in the wheat field with you in my arms."
Luo Chi's eyes curved up, and he imitated Mr. Ming's words seriously: "I also want to have this honor."
"I want to roll around, too." Luo Chi closed his eyes and buried his face in his palms. "Wheat is useful to me."
Luo Chi said softly, "Mr. Shadow, I want to eat wheat bread after the operation."
…
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the corridor. Ming Lu stood up suddenly and met Xun Zhen who was running over.
"It's okay, it's okay." Xun Zhen knew what they were most concerned about, so he started by talking about the most important thing. "The blood bank is replenishing blood, and the amount of blood used is larger than we expected, but it is completely controllable and is in the plan."
Luo Chi's body was damaged too badly. The reason why he didn't undergo surgery immediately was to adjust his physical condition to a state that could support the surgery. Otherwise, given Luo Chi's condition at that time, he might not even be able to get off the operating table.
However, if we consider not only the chance of survival but also the quality of life, this kind of physical conditioning cannot be delayed too long.
The longer the brain tissue is compressed, the worse the long-term prognosis. In order for Luo Chi to recover to his best condition, he must weigh the two options.
Even if multiple physical examinations were performed before the operation, it would be difficult to fully infer Luo Chi's physical condition after the craniotomy. The amount of blood loss was much greater than they had calculated, but the blood bank had already made sufficient preparations.
Minglu knew the seriousness of the situation, so he just nodded and quickly stepped back, leaving the passage for the nurses and doctors who were rushing in and out.
Ming Lu returned to the bench, bent down, and put his hand on Ming Weiting's shoulder, just like the previous generation of the Ming family encountered a shipwreck five years ago.
"Sir," Minglu said, "It's okay. Xun Zhen has found the best doctor."
Ming Weiting nodded and whispered, "I know."
Minglu noticed that his shoulders and back were stiff. At this moment Ming Lu suddenly realized something. He remembered that perhaps his master had almost no impression of his mother - the previous master's wife passed away too early, so Ming Weiting was not clear about many past events.
…It was a somewhat chaotic dispute on the high seas.
The previous Mr. Ming almost staggered off the boat, holding his unconscious wife covered in blood, waded ashore, and grabbed Ming Lu's arm tightly: "She will be fine... She will be fine."
…
Ming Weiting sat motionless. He seemed to have no expression and looked calm, but his eyes were always fixed on the door of the operating room.
"He'll be fine."
Ming Weiting said, "Uncle Lu, I promised him that I would make wheat bread for him."
"He can forget everything and not remember me at all. It doesn't matter." Ming Weiting said, "No need to read the letter, no need to look for clues, I will go after him."
Minglu didn't say anything, but just pressed his shoulders hard.
They waited outside the door, and the rescue efforts in the surgical plan appeared before their eyes, but it was not as chaotic as Minglu remembered.
Everything has been prepared in the most thorough way, and there are the most detailed plans for the most urgent situations.
Craniotomy usually takes a long time, not to mention that the purpose is to remove a tumor with an extremely complex location in the brain.
Xun Zhen stayed outside the operating room. He discussed with the doctor who came out for rotation for a long time, and then explained to Minglu that the patient's physical condition was both worse and better than they expected.
What's worse is that the patient had abused too many drugs before, and his body had become resistant to anesthesia. The effectiveness of the anesthesia decreased during the treatment, resulting in untimely pain suppression and more blood loss than expected. It is better because the patient's body has indeed been adjusted to the best condition it can currently achieve, and his will to survive is also quite strong.
The operation continued for another four hours after that. Blood was sent in twice more from the blood bank. When the door was opened, the rapid sounds of instruments continued, and a blurry figure walking quickly could be seen through the glass door.
The operation was over four hours later. The sun outside the window was at its brightest, and the sunlight coming through the window was so bright that it made people's vision go white.
As soon as the red light during the operation went out, Ming Weiting stood up.
He sat on the bench for too long. He stopped for a few seconds, made sure he had regained control of his body, and walked quickly to the door.
The doctor who came out still didn't dare to relax completely, but his expression showed a hint of relief. The surgeon nodded to Xun Zhen and quickly came over to explain to Ming Lu.
The operation was very successful. There were detailed plans for all possible situations, and each one was handled in a timely manner. The patient's vital signs did not fluctuate drastically throughout the process. As long as the condition remains stable tonight and there are no complications, I will be able to return to the ward to recuperate soon.
Minglu wrote down what the doctor said and walked quickly over to explain it to Ming Weiting, but stopped when he got closer.
The operating table was pushed all the way to the intensive care unit, where the anesthesiologist needed to restore the patient to spontaneous breathing. The person on the hospital bed was awakened briefly, his eyelashes fluttered with difficulty several times, and finally he opened his eyes slightly, his dazed gaze slowly and laboriously scanning the crowd.
Ming Weiting did not stop, but followed the bed and accompanied him to the intensive care unit.
When those eyes saw him, there was no more familiarity or clarity in their expression.
But with just a slight blink, it bent very slowly, little by little.
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