Chapter 148 Early Symptoms of Vegetative State
The ward was very quiet.
There was only the sound of the wind blowing the white gauze window.
She didn't respond.
She had been doting on him for so long after their marriage. No matter how bad he acted or how noisy he was, she never showed any sign of annoyance. Instead, she responded to every word he said.
She said, “We are husband and wife.”
So she will stand by his side unconditionally, care about him, consider him in everything, get along with him with the best attitude and the most gentle tone, and even though she is small in stature, she will protect him and help him shelter from the wind and rain.
"Wife, you don't keep your word."
"Ignore me today."
"I've said so much to you, but you didn't even respond to me, not even a glance."
Han Zhan talked to himself.
As if the person on the bed was listening and would answer him.
…
7:30 in the evening.
The twenty-fifth hour of Shi Yin's sleep.
Upon hearing the news, Lu Cheng summoned the Lu family's best private medical team, who were still conducting research in other places, back to Beijing and immediately took Shi Yin to a hospital ward. He first performed a preliminary examination on Shi Yin, checking her vital signs and pupillary reflexes to light and stimuli.
The signs are still there.
The stimulation to light is not obvious.
There are traces of initial vegetative symptoms.
As soon as these words came out, Lu Cheng quickly grabbed Han Zhan's arm. Looking at his cold face, Lu Cheng didn't know how to comfort him. He could only remind him in a low voice: "They are doctors, tell the truth about the condition. Otherwise, you can go out first, and I will repeat it to you after the examination is finished-"
Han Zhan shook off his hand.
He stood there without moving or saying a word.
From his close distance, Lu Cheng could clearly see the bulging veins on his temples and the red bloodshot under his eyes. Yesterday, in Shine's office, he'd been bragging about how he and Shi Yin had prayed to the Buddha at Nanshan Temple, saying the deity there was quite effective, how walking up six or seven thousand steps and receiving a marriage talisman had truly warmed their relationship.
My wife kissed me secretly at night.
Do you know how to steal a kiss?
It means she has me in her heart.
Lu Cheng remembered clearly how smug and happy Shi Yin was, how a kiss from her could satisfy and make him happy for a long time, and that was how uncomfortable he felt at this moment.
He just finished transferring his household registration.
He had moved out of the ruthless Han family and taken refuge with his spouse, and now had a small home that belonged to him and Shi Yin. He was very happy that day, constantly messaging Lu Cheng, and taking countless photos of the household registration paper from every angle.
He said he had never been happier than he was that day.
No more wandering.
No more wandering.
I no longer envy others for their family reunions.
It feels so good to be remembered by others. My wife went to the Royal Theatre to discuss work, and she brought a piece of cake with her and carefully placed it in front of me for me to taste.
He said that God had been kind to him, having made him suffer so much over the past twenty years, just to save the best for now, to bring Shi Yin to him. When he thought about seeing her every day in the future, he felt that his life had a purpose, and the air was sweet.
Think about this.
Lu Cheng's throat became more and more choked.
What would Han Zhan do if Shi Yin really became a vegetable and fell into a deep sleep?
Over the next two hours, Shi Yin, still in a coma, was taken for a series of tests, including blood tests, blood sugar, blood ketones, and blood ammonia. He also underwent a cranial CT scan, a cranial MRI, a digital subtraction angiogram, and neuroelectrophysiology and cerebrospinal fluid tests. All the data showed normal activity, indicating no abnormalities in his body.
There are no congenital genetic diseases.
No serious illness.
There was no organ damage.
She was a normal person, slightly anemic and malnourished. How could she fall asleep and not wake up? The Lu family's medical team gathered in the office to investigate her condition and discuss how to stimulate her nerves so that her body would sense and respond.
At that time.
In the ward.
Han Zhan, who had been guarding Shi Yin all day, stayed by Shi Yin's side. When the housekeeper went in to deliver dinner, he saw him holding the fairy tale book and patiently telling Shi Yin the story of the Little Match Girl.
He spoke very seriously.
The only response he got was the incessant ticking of the heart monitor at the bedside.
The butler tilted his head and saw the lunch boxes still untouched on the coffee table. He walked over silently and took out both the lunch and dinner meals.
Lu Cheng in the living room was on the phone.
All the doctors with some medical achievements at home and abroad of the Lu family were ordered to return to Beijing immediately. In the evening, Lu's father also came to the hospital and promised that the Lu family would do their best to find the best resources to save Shi Yin.
Uncle Han glanced sideways.
Through the glass window of the bedroom door, I looked at Shi Yin who was lying there quietly.
He prayed silently.
Madam, everyone is trying their best to save you. You should also try harder, for yourself, for your husband, and for the wolfhound who is left at home and has also started a hunger strike. Wake up as soon as possible.
"Uncle Han, are you here to deliver dinner?" Lu Cheng ended the call and greeted him.
The butler came to his senses and said respectfully, "Yes, but the master has no intention of eating."
"Shi Yin isn't awake yet, so A Zhan probably won't be able to eat."
"I understand."
"Don't worry too much. I'll keep an eye on the hospital and won't let anything happen to A-Zhan."
"Thank you, Master Lu." The housekeeper bowed and left the ward. He closed the door and walked a few steps down the corridor before running headfirst into Fang Xu, who was running towards him in a hurry.
"Doctor Fang, didn't you take a two-week leave to go back to your hometown to worship your ancestors? Why did you come back early?"
"I rushed back when I heard my wife was in a coma."
"You're thoughtful."
"Not Butler Han, I'm looking for my husband. I have something to tell him!" Doctor Fang said breathlessly, "The last time I took my wife's pulse at home, I was half-baked and my diagnosis was off!"
"This time when I went back to my hometown to pay respects to my ancestors, I saw several patients with damaged heart pulses coming to the Chinese medicine clinic for follow-up examinations. From my father's medical records, I found that their pulses were very similar to my wife's!"
"She doesn't have the cold that I diagnosed that night, which caused a deficiency of Qi and blood. Instead, she has a damaged heart meridian caused by excessive worry, which is an early sign of depression. Her loss of appetite isn't due to aversion to the cold; she has a mental illness!"
"It's all my fault for not learning from my father. If I had told my wife about her condition that night, maybe she could have avoided this ordeal today and she wouldn't have ended up in a coma and been hospitalized."
"Butler Han, where is the master?"
Within a wall.
The story of the Little Match Girl came to an end. Han Zhan put down his book and tucked the quilt in for the person in bed. He took her slender hand and was about to put her arm under the covers when Shi Yin's phone rang on the bedside table.
Han Zhan looked up when he heard the voice and first saw the large white digital date on the screen: "May 3, 2026."
Then came the memo reminder at the bottom: "Take your medicine."
Take medicine?
Han Zhan frowned slightly.
He picked up Shi Yin's phone and slid the screen to unlock it.
Opening the memo, apart from the one for his birthday, the rest were all reminders for medication and follow-up checkups. He had to take his medication on time for three meals a day and have a checkup at the beginning of each month.
Just then.
A new WeChat message pops up at the top of the screen.
Sent from someone with the note 'Dr. Rong'.
Han Zhan immediately clicked on it and saw the message from the other party: "Haven't you returned from Nanshan Temple yet? Are you still taking the special medicine? You have to come to the psychological counseling room for a follow-up check tomorrow."
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