C163 I Can't Bear to Leave(1)

Someone asked me what you were really good at, and I can't forget it after all these years.

The shadowless lamp shot straight at the operating table. It was so bright that it was blinding. Yan Xuan, who was carefully moved up, unconsciously narrowed his eyes. This reaction was not because he saw the light, but because his eyeballs instinctively moved.

"Anesthesia."

The anesthetist had already made preparations in the operating theater early in the morning. The other doctors and nurses also came over one by one. They waited for the anesthetist to nod and start the surgery. The operating theater was very quiet. Because of Qi Mingyu, everyone put away the idle chatter that they usually carried out to relax. Only the sound of the instrument could be heard, and the numbers kept jumping. The situation was getting worse and worse.

"We can start now."

"Yes, scalpel."

Yan Xuan, who was on the operating table, had his eyes half-open. In fact, he could not see anything. His body, which was surging with pain, became heavy and unconscious again after being anesthetized. There was a tube in his throat. However, there was still blood flowing backwards. It flowed past his lips and the cold scalpel cut open his flesh and blood. But he did not know.

After the violent sounds of the wind and rain, only darkness and silence remained in his world. Time became meaningless, without any concept, until he seemed to hear the song. It was a voice that penetrated deep into his bone marrow. For eighteen years, he had not forgotten a moment, but he could not think clearly. He was just in a trance, repeating in the endless grayish-white and dark.

Yan Xuan, Yan Xuan.

Someone was calling out to him. It was a very urgent call. He heard it. It sounded like they were very far away. He subconsciously wanted to respond, but he didn't have the strength. There was light in front of him. Sometimes, there was a shadow. It was so heavy that he could not see clearly. And the sounds in his ears, sometimes there was, sometimes there was no... Intermittent, he also could not really understand what was going on...

"Found an obvious bleeding point, hemostatic forceps, gauze."

After that, Chaos began. The consciousness that was extinguished seemed to be spinning in a mixer, and he kept having different dreams. He dreamed of different people, his mother, Aunt Wen. His grandfather and grandmother... Those people who made him feel warm talked to him one by one. He could no longer remember what they had said. He could only feel that on both sides of a door... On one side was endless warmth, and on the other side was endless coldness.

"Suture it. There should be other bleeding points."

In the dream, the one who appeared the most was not his mother, not Aunt Wen. It was not his grandfather, nor his grandmother, but Yan Zhengyuan, his father. This was very strange, but he did not find it strange that he did not have a clear consciousness. He just stood outside the long river of memories and watched the chaotic scene between him and Yan Zhengyuan.

When he stood far away, he saw that the man was gradually getting old. His sideburns were dyed with frost, and his back began to bend. He was no longer as high-spirited as he was in the past. The wrinkles on his face were getting deeper and deeper, and the yellow in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper. Who said that time was in a hurry and he showed no mercy at all? He and Yan Zhengyuan were smiling at each other in the opposite scene. They just wished they could laugh louder than each other. Deep in their hearts, they clearly wanted each other to admit defeat or admit their mistakes. However, when they opened their mouths, they would always be facing each other with swords and swords. They would never be soft-hearted.

In the blink of an eye, they had been fighting for eighteen years. He did not know that during the days of mutual harm, they had been fighting for eighteen years. Had they ever felt uneasy and guilty? The only family he had was, and it was the same for Yan Zhengyuan. No one cherished such a relationship, and no one really abandoned it.

This was the first time he asked himself, why didn't the two of them just cut off their father-son relationship?

"There is acute circulatory failure, 1200ml of blood transfusion, 9g / dl of blood red protein."

Yan Xuan, Yan Xuan.

In a daze, everything returned to darkness. For a long, long time, the warmest light in his life slowly fell down like fireflies in the darkness, bringing with it bits and pieces of brilliance.

After searching for eight years, he had always felt that the person he was looking for was actually not a specific person. It was a piece of hope, but after he truly found it, he realized that no matter what he thought, his Yan was a fresh existence. She had thoughts, ideas, temper, and personality...

He originally thought that he must be the one controlling the situation and that he had placed all of his hopes on her. He would lead her in the future and fulfill the promise he made to Aunt Wen. He comforted the self-blame in his heart. But it was clear that he was wrong. It was the opposite. After meeting, it was that little thing who led his life. It changed him, making him finally realize that he was still alive. He could smile, he could be gentle, he could no longer carry that much burden. He could struggle at death's door for someone, he could imagine the future... He could feel happiness and satisfaction.

So, what is love?

Yan Xuan, what I said, in the future, without you, it would be more terrifying than death...

What do you care about?

Yan Xuan, don't say that I am weak and insensible. If you really want to leave, I will...

What can't be let go...

"The patient has shock, left heart failure, abnormal heart rate!"

"Urgent treatment! Calming up the epinephrine!"

Xuan...

In a trance, he turned his head and saw his mother standing by his side and extending her hand to him. She looked like she wanted to take him away, but her hand was tightly held by the little thing. How could she bear to break free?

Mother...

He smiled. This was the first time he disobeyed his mother's wishes and gently shook his head.

"Surgery?"

Caesars asked the nurse and found out that Yan Xuan had entered the operating theater again. He frowned and was about to leave, but he thought about it. He took the elevator to the floor where the operating theater was. A few young people and two middle-aged men entered his sight. They were either sitting or standing. Their expressions were not good. No one said anything in the silence. The pressure was very low.

The three words "surgery" above the door were unusually glaring. The thick and heavy door separated the watchman. Caesars. He felt that what he had to do now must be very unlikeable, but he still wanted to give it a try. He wanted to see how outstanding the girl chosen by Yan Xuan was.

"Teacher Caesars..."

The arrival of Caesars slightly broke the deathly stillness in the air. The first to see him was Fatty, followed by Dong, Soong Yiyi and the rest. Finally, Lyi Yan slowly raised her head.

"How are the legs?" Caesars did not greet anyone, nor did he ask or care about Yan Xuan's condition. He just walked straight to Lyi Yan's side and asked softly.

... "" Lyi Yan could not recover from the heartache and just nodded perfunctorily. She then turned her gaze back to the door of the operating theater.

"I know it is not appropriate to tell you this now, but I have already delayed this matter for a few days. If this continues, I will not be able to explain to the company." Caesars sat down on the bench next to the wheelchair. In fact, he hadn't said anything yet. His tone of voice was already annoying.

"Whatever it is, we can talk about it after the surgery. Yan is not in the mood right now..." Soong Yiyi did not back down and stood out to protect Lyi Yan. She had never seen this man before but at first glance, she did not like him.

"It is about the album. My time is also very tight and it is impossible for me to wait here with him." Caesars interrupted Soong Yiyi's words. His cold words expressed the meaning of Yan Xuan having an accident but the Earth was still changing.

"You!"

"What about the album?"