Cao Yong stayed in the ward, keeping watch over the teacher without leaving.
Huang Zhilei, who was by his side, understood that Cao Yong had just asked Xie Wanying to leave because he didn’t want her to see him in this state.
As a neurosurgeon, Cao Yong was well aware that there was a chance the teacher might end up in a vegetative state.
His heart ached; it was unbearable. Four years ago, he hadn’t been able to ensure Teacher Zhang could pass away peacefully. Four years later, after urging Teacher Lu to undergo surgery, it had once again turned into this outco.
"Play a song for the teacher," Cao Yong said softly.
Huang Zhilei imdiately placed the tape recorder by the patient’s bedside, closed the ICU’s dividing glass door, and adjusted the volu carefully to avoid disturbing neighboring patients.
The cassette spun inside the player, and the music flowed from the speakers, spreading throughout the room.
The lodious sound of the flute rose and fell, as though narrating endless stories of the past.
To the patient, it should be a very familiar track playing now. Cao Yong carefully observed the patient’s face, hoping to catch even the slightest subtle change that could indicate signs of awakening.
To his disappointnt, the song played from beginning to end, and the patient’s entire body remained motionless, just as before, so still it felt as though she had gone to another world.
Cao Yong rubbed his hands forcefully between his brows.
The best outco would be for her to wake up quickly. If slower, slower, she might never wake up again.
Was there another thod?
"Why not have Zhang Shuping speak to the teacher by her ear?" Huang Zhilei suggested.
Zhang Shuping had gone outside to eat just now.
It was an idea, but in Cao Yong’s intuition, the chances of success with this approach felt extrely slim. If it were effective, soone calling out during the operation earlier would have worked.
"Senior Cao, should we do a CT scan?" Huang Zhilei asked quietly.
What CT scan? This isn’t brain hemorrhage or cerebral infarction. The most painful thing for neurosurgeons is this—when the brain has no organic lesions, yet the person doesn’t wake up. Moreover, if this condition persists for too long, there’s a chance the brain could develop terrible complications due to the prolonged lack of consciousness.
The atmosphere outside the ward seed to carry a hint of restless unease.
Huang Zhilei noticed and stepped out to see what was happening. Shortly after, he returned to report to Senior Cao, "Director Liang from Guo Zhi Hospital is really here."
If Director Liang said he’d co, he certainly would. Cao Yong knew that these bosses would always follow through on their words. In a lazy tone, he asked his junior, "Where is he?"
He said he’d co, so why wasn’t he in the ward yet?
"He said he went to the doctors’ office to look at the dical records first," Huang Zhilei replied, suddenly realizing sothing and exclaiming, "Oh no, Junior Sister is having lunch in the office!"
Would Director Liang run into her? Thinking of this, Cao Yong’s brow furrowed slightly as well. "Go check," he said.
Receiving the order, Huang Zhilei hurried out to investigate the latest developnts.
Feeling a little anxious about the matter, Cao Yong rubbed his hand across his brows again. When he turned back, he suddenly noticed Teacher Lu’s brow moving.
Bam! He imdiately stood up.
Teacher Lu woke up, opened her eyelids. How could she not wake up? Her old rival had arrived.
As soon as the patient awakened, the doctors in the office promptly moved to the ward.
"Teacher Lu," Liang Baichuan approached the patient’s bedside, leaned down, and greeted her softly.
Teacher Lu’s eyeballs moved slightly, taking in his face, as though asking: Is it you?
Liang Baichuan’s lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. He softly said to Teacher Lu, "Once you’re feeling better, I’ll co talk to you again."
I know all you’re going to say is nonsense. Teacher Lu’s brows shifted slightly, conveying that sentint.
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