The next day, in the operating room.
Xie Huaiyang looked at the red sign that read "Operation in Progress" and leaned nervously against the wall.
Before long, he couldn't help but pace back and forth again.
His face was full of anxiety and worry.
"Brother Yang, sit down and wait." Mingjie came over and comforted him, "You personally found the doctor, the best ophthalmologist in the country, there won't be any problems."
Xie Huaiyang seemed not to hear, his gaze fixed on the door.
No surgery can guarantee 100% safety.
Moreover, she's been inside for a long time...
Xie Huaiyang's heart tightened.
With a "snap," the light went out.
Xie Huaiyang suddenly stood up straight, his blood rushing to his limbs and towards the newly opened operating room door.
"How is the patient?" he asked anxiously, grabbing the doctor who had come out.
"The surgery was a success." The doctor took off his mask. "With proper recovery, the stitches should be removed in about two weeks."
The taut string suddenly loosened.
Xie Huaiyang's knees went weak. He took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, doctor. You've worked so hard."
The ward.
Shen Zhiyi lay quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes covered with thick gauze, her face somewhat pale, her soft black hair spread on the pillow, making her skin appear even more porcelain white.
Xie Huaiyang tiptoed to the bedside, almost holding his breath.
He sat down carefully.
He gazed at her longingly for a while, listening to the regular beeping of the monitor, and only after confirming that she was alright did he cross his hands, press them against his forehead, and close his eyes in relief.
I'm glad she's alright.
"Xie Huaiyang?" Shen Zhiyi moved her fingertips.
Xie Huaiyang immediately took her hand, "Baby, I'm here."
She didn't say anything more, as if confirming his presence would put her at ease, and then she fell into a deep sleep again.
Xie Huaiyang almost burst into tears.
She needs him.
The first name I called out after waking up was his.
His heart pounded wildly as he brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, a gentle glimmer of tenderness flowing through his arrogant eyes.
In the future, he can accompany her to see all the beautiful scenery in the world.
I will never, ever leave her.
Wen Xiucheng watched them from outside the ward, his expression forlorn.
Xie Huaiyang disregarded his own safety to save Zhiyi and even found the best doctor for her, and her eyes are almost healed.
He underestimated his love.
In terms of the depth of his affection, he cannot compare to him.
The only thing I can do for Zhiyi is to manage her studio while she's in a coma, so she has no worries.
But……
With Xie Huaiyang being such a good catch, would his parents agree to him being with Zhiyi?
Wen Xiucheng was vaguely worried.
At the same time, there are also some hidden expectations.
If they don't make it to the end, does he... still have hope?
He had mixed feelings.
He ultimately didn't go in and turned to leave the ward.
...
Shen Zhiyi stayed in the hospital for half a month and finally passed through all the critical periods without any rejection reaction. Only then was she allowed by the doctor to have the gauze removed.
She sat on the examination chair, her back straight, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.
Xie Huaiyang stood beside her, even more nervous than she was, almost holding his breath.
The gauze was unwrapped one by one.
Shen Zhiyi slowly opened her eyelids and, in the vast expanse of white, vaguely saw some shimmering light and shadow and patches of color.
Then, it gradually settles and becomes clear.
She saw a blurry male silhouette very close to her.
The gaze gradually focused.
The outline gradually became more concrete.
She saw his straight nose, his tightly pursed thin lips, and those eyes she remembered, now devoid of their youthful naiveté.
He was staring at her intently at that moment.
Overflowing with worry and anticipation.
Those eyes, which she had depicted countless times in her memory, now appeared clearly before her eyes, deeper and more passionate than she had imagined.
Shen Zhiyi stared at him blankly.
“Xie Huaiyang…” she paused, a smile spreading across her lips, “Long time no see.”
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Xie Huaiyang froze instantly.
All the tension and unease dissipated in her gentle voice.
A surge of heat rushed to my eyes without warning.
His vision blurred, and he quickly turned his face away, raised his hand, and rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand.
The movements were hasty and clumsy.
When she turned back, her eyes were red-rimmed and glistening with moisture.
“Baby…” He knelt down, took her hand, and tried to force a big smile, trying to recapture the rebellious and unruly spirit she remembered, but his voice trembled and was hoarse as he said:
"haven't seen you for a long time."
...
It took Shen Zhiyi a few more days to recover and readjust to the world of light.
Before being discharged from the hospital, Xie Sili came to see her.
"Zhiyi, I'm about to return to Beijing. I wanted to ask you if you'd be interested in going back with your brother?"
“I have visited your perfume studio and smelled your work. If you are willing, you are fully capable of becoming a perfumer for our group.”
“We need a unique fragrance to help us return to the fragrance market, and you also need a bigger stage to showcase your talent and create a fragrance that the public will love.”
Shen Zhiyi shook her head and declined, saying, "Brother Sili, thank you for your kindness."
"However, what I want to make is not a mass-market perfume that conforms to the market, but a perfume that can express oneself and has a soul."
“I want to create my own brand and find a small audience that can appreciate me.”
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