But Yan Jin wasn’t so fortunate. She barely clung to life after being rushed to the hospital, yet due to severe brain damage resulting in a crushed skull fracture, her life was saved but she beca a vegetative state.
On the hospital bed, a person wrapped entirely like a mummy lay there quietly, only the faint breath from her nose proving she was still alive.
ng Shujing was beside the bed, crying heart-wrenchingly.
When she was first brought to the hospital, she was unrecognizable, and the unbearable sight hinted at the inhuman abuse she’d suffered.
This almost beca a nightmare for her every night.
She resented Wei Zhao, wished to tear him into pieces; how could there be such a cruel man in the world? At least he shared a marriage with Jinjin, yet he used such a ruthless hand, he was no human, rely a beast, even beasts show more empathy than him.
"Mom, please don’t cry, big sister wouldn’t want you to cry." Yan Xing comforted.
She ca to the hospital every day after school to accompany her big sister, her mom stayed at the hospital all day, not returning ho, while she tried to take turns with the night shift but was sent back by ng Shujing to rest and attend school the next day with energy.
The family had gone through so many changes in such a short ti, she couldn’t remain naive anymore, with their mother suffering so much, she had to learn to help take so of the burden.
"My Jinjin, how could your fate be so bitter..." ng Shujing cried hysterically, unable to hear any sound, imrsed fully in her grief.
Her husband betrayed her, her second daughter beca a nun, and her dearest eldest daughter ended up like this, Jinjin’s fate was harsh, hers even harsher, hits on the child pain the mother, one could imagine how deep her pain, regret, and hatred went, she wished to take Jinjin’s suffering, but heaven wouldn’t give her that chance.
Yan Xing worried, it’s not a solution for Mom to continue like this, her eyes twinkled with realization as she noticed the frail figure huddled in the corner, she walked over, squatting down, the little girl hugged herself tightly, head buried between her knees, looking so pitiful.
Yan Jin sighed within, eyes full of pity, since returning, Xuanxuan had grown ever more silent, once quiet yet vibrant, now like a silent lamb, her gaze vacant as if her soul were drawn away, lacking spirit.
This child witnessed her mother being beaten by her father, hard to escape a psychological shadow; once she believed no matter the dark experiences, this child’s heart remained clean and pure, however now, that untouched white paper had lost its purity.
"Xuanxuan, Auntie wants to hug you, is that okay?" Yan Xing spoke gently, stretching out her arms.
Wei Xuan remained motionless.
"Look at Grandma, she’s so old, her body won’t endure this way, even for Grandma’s sake, Xuanxuan, can you help persuade her? She only listens to you because you’re her most cherished Xuanxuan..."
Saying this, Yan Xing raised her head, forcing back tears from her eyes.
Indeed, Mom liked Xuanxuan best, more than their three sisters, with Xuanxuan stepping in, Mom would consider her and wouldn’t continue this way.
Wei Xuan’s body stiffened, slowly lifting her head, glancing at Yan Xing.
Her eyes still clear as ever, yet deep in those eyes, sothing had changed quietly.
Yan Xing smiled softly, fondly patting her head: "Xuanxuan, listen to Auntie just this once, okay?"
Suddenly, Wei Xuan stood, walking towards ng Shujing, and flung herself into her arms, tightly hugging her waist.
ng Shujing’s cries stopped abruptly, looking at the child clinging to her, soft and tender, who should have been cherished like a jewel, beloved, yet so young, had endured too many hardships, her heart ached...
Holding the little one tightly, tears fell like rain.
Yan Xing shook her head helplessly, why start again?
The two huddled and cried, the picture strange indeed.
Yan Jin’s attending doctor ca in, seeing the room turned to sobs, gently reminded: "Ensure quiet in the room, no disturbing the patient at rest."
ng Shujing quickly wiped her tears, standing up.
The doctor first examined Yan Jin’s wound recovery, "Healing fast, able to remove the stitches, though the face will never be without scars..." The wound all on the back of the head, requiring shaved hair for stitching, after healing hair will gradually regrow, but the scars on her face... too deep, for a woman, such a blow.
"Doctor, when will she finally wake up? I beg you, doctor, if you can awaken her, I’ll pay any amount." ng Shujing was so desperate she almost knelt.
The doctor had endured much from this woman, both helplessly and sympathetically, had to repeat the sa narrative once more: "It’s not a matter of money, the patient’s cerebral cortex function is severely damaged, losing consciousness activity, barring a miracle, it’s left to fate."
ng Shujing covered her face.
Unable to bear, the doctor thought for a mont and said: "With sufficient dical support and professional clinical care, ensuring nourishnt through intubation, in her current state she might survive decades, but it’s a bottomless pit, costly... and too prone to infections, like pneumonia, bedsores, so the family must care well..."
Now ng Shujing asked no longer for so much, simply wanting her alive, as long as there was breath, no cost mattered.
"No thod or dication has shown definite efficacy for comatose or persistent vegetative state post cranial trauma; however, under stable conditions, a series of comprehensive treatnt asures can be accepted, such as prevention and treatnt of severe complications, use of awakening drugs, hyperbaric oxygen therapy, and rehabilitation awakening training, there’s still so hope for awakening, families must keep faith, talk to her often about topics she most loves or stimulates her sensory nerves...."
ng Shujing’s eyes lit with hope.
"I’ll arrange soone to remove the stitches later." The doctor turned to leave the ward.
Excitedly, ng Shujing looked at Wei Xuan: "Xuanxuan, did you hear? The doctor said your mom still has hope of recovery."
Wei Xuan pursed her lips, smiling.
After Yan Jin’s stitches were removed, the sight was terrifying, with no hair, the scalp was like the moon’s surface, uneven, dried blood clots at the wound, extrely horrifying, especially the scar stretching from the left brow through the nose to the chin, like an ugly centipede crawling on her face, ruining any beauty, at first glance, very frightening.
Yan Xing was shocked at first glance, feeling deeply saddened; her big sister was the prettiest among the three sisters, but now... her face completely ruined, luckily big sister couldn’t awake, facing her own appearance if she did, impossible to accept.
ng Shujing had cald, no matter how horrifying than when she first saw, yet each glance cut deeper in her heart.
Yan Xing suddenly thought of sothing: "Mom, isn’t Sister Yun Ya quite a renowned doctor? Why don’t we tell her about what happened to big sister, let her save big sister? She’s so skilled, surely she’ll have a way to save big sister."
ng Shujing’s eyes shone but then dimd, shaking her head in disappointnt, lacking the face to seek Yun Ya again.
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