They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes

All the preparations before the surgery are quite sufficient.

So there is nothing to think about. If even this level of devotion is not enough to dispel the clouds, then everything can only be blamed on fate.

...then say so.

Even so, President Xun came to the hospital early in the morning and went to the operating room ahead of time.

Xun Zhen signed the operation notice in person, and was very interested in the word "Ming Chi" on it. When he asked about the situation, he called Captain Ming jokingly, and unceremoniously wanted to book a few boat tickets for popular vacation routes. .

The new captain of the Ming family was lying in the preparation room, most of his face was covered by an oxygen mask, and his consciousness was somewhat blurred. Still with her ears red little by little, she bent her eyes and smiled softly at him.

…

Doctors and nurses have experience in too many surgeries, and the process progresses in an orderly manner.

It only took half an hour from the time the patient was sent to the operation preparation room to the red light of "in operation".

Xun Zhen paced back and forth in the corridor outside the operating room, and when he reached the tenth lap, he was finally stopped by Ming Lu: "President Xun."

Xun Zhen immediately stopped: "I'm sorry..." He calmed down after speaking, but smiled helplessly, "I'm too nervous."

Minglu understood naturally, and said kindly, "Please rest assured, no matter what the outcome of the operation is, the Xun family will not be implicated."

Xun Zhen nodded dumbly: "I know."

If it was said that Mrs. Luo was dealt with according to Ming Weiting's instructions at the beginning, it was indeed because of the Xun family, and what Xun Zhen did later was not necessarily all for these reasons.

The director of a hospital hopes that an operation will be successful, and a well-organized medical team faces an operation that is not too difficult, just like facing a final exam.

After so many preparations, so many discussions and studies, no one wants to fall short... Besides.

"Besides." Xun Zhen said, "I personally want him to get better. I have been his doctor for so long, and when he recovers later, I may have the opportunity to be his friend."

Minglu smiled: "Welcome anytime."

"When the young master recovers, the master wants to invite him to go out to sea for a while." Minglu said, "President Xun has grabbed the ticket and will be a guest at any time."

Xun Zhen knew that he had to grab the ticket himself, so he smiled and nodded: "It must be... ok, Manager Ming."

"He asked me to give this to you, please keep it for him."

Xun Zhen took out a letter and gave it to Minglu: "If everything goes well, please keep it for him."

Ming Lu nodded and took the letter: "For Mr.?"

"No, what he said was already hidden in the computer for Mr. Xun Zhen." Xun Zhen shook his head, "He made a small program, and he had to score 10 million points for "Subway Parkour" to unlock it."

Xun Zhen checked Luo Chi's body at the time, and received this somewhat special entrustment from Yu Fang, and couldn't help but ask what he would do if Mr. Ming found a substitute.

…

Mr. Luo, who is strategizing, seems to be very hit. The doctor brought by Xun Zhen had already done all the examinations, and Luo Chi was still sitting on the bed ponderingly, thinking about whether to add a camera component to cooperate with face recognition.

But the time is still too short.

At that time, there was only one day left before the operation, and Luo Chi really didn't have time to get the right components, and it was really too late to revise the procedure again.

After all, the time is too short, Luo Chi has tried every means to seize the time, and finally sprinted all the way here, and handed over a self who is most cooperative with the treatment to them.

So Xun Zhen thought, this may be why he really wants to cure people no matter what.

"That's why he wants to ask you to...supervise." Xun Zhen never dreamed that one day the word would come out of his mouth, and it would be linked with the three words "Mr. Ming".

He was entrusted to speak for others, half nervous and half addicted: "Supervisor Mr. Ming... must do this in person."

Ming Lu was dumbfounded: "No need."

Xun Zhen was stunned: "What?"

"No need to supervise." Ming Lu's expression was very gentle, "Why don't you do it yourself, sir?"

Xun Zhen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the bench in the corridor.

He saw the figure sitting there. It seems that from the moment the door of the operating room is closed, the figure has been sitting there.

…

After returning to his senses, Xun Zhen realized that Ming Lu had put away the letter.

Minglu was asking him, "Who is the letter for?"

"To the people outside, he said he hadn't thought of this before."

Xun Zhen said: "But I'm not in a hurry. As long as everything goes well, I don't need this."

These were all things that Luo Chi decided to prepare when he did the final pre-operative preparation and examination yesterday. He has been debating whether this is necessary these days. Before the operation, he decided to be safe and dictated the letter.

He had a chat with Mr. Shadow one night, so hurry up now and take care of the rest.

The night before major surgery, the outbursts of anxiety and tension in patients and their families are almost inevitable.

Xun Zhen brought someone to examine Luo Chi, and specially brought a psychological counselor who specialized in preoperative counseling. As a result, the counselor's greatest contribution was to help write the letter on paper.

"If I can't wake up." Luo Chi sat on the examination table, "Just a few years later, Uncle Ku Kui Lu finds a suitable time... If they still go to the beach in the middle of the night to wait for the sunrise."

Luo Chi thought carefully: "By that time, their jobs and families should be very stable, and their careers can almost reach the height they want to go... It shouldn't be sad to look at this again."

Luo Chi thought for a while and then added: "It's okay to be a little sad. If you still feel sad, let Fang Hang teach his son to call me little uncle."

Xun Zhen was looking at Luo Chi's examination results, and when he heard Luo Chi's oral message to the psychologist, he raised his head and looked over.

Luo Chi was sitting on the examination table, propped his jaw with his arm, hugged his bent right leg, and his left leg hung down and slowly swayed.

He was in a blue and white hospital gown, the size was specially adjusted for ECG monitoring, so it must not fit.

The slightly wider collar of the hospital gown is open, making the sitting posture look younger, almost like the most normal and ordinary young man.

Luo Chi was thinking about the future work and life of those people, and he spoke slowly with longing and expectation. At the end, he sighed in a serious, calm and vicissitudes of life.

President Xiao Luo sighed in a super calm and vicissitudes of life, put his chin on his arm, lowered his head and thought for a long time, muttering: "I really want to be a little uncle."

…

So Xun Zhen thought.

No matter what, you have to find a way to cure this man.

Ming Lu nodded and wrote down the words that Luo Chi asked Dean Xun to help pass on.

He also knew why Xun Zhen said at this point in time—after the operation was over, no matter what the result was, they probably wouldn't be in the mood to deal with these things at all.

... Besides, this period of time has been a little too difficult for people in and out of the operating room.

It's so hard that people always want to do something to distract them, to actively think about something else, to stop and ignore the thoughts that keep pouring into their minds.

Even Minglu couldn't sit still, so he stopped Xun Zhen to say a few words.

Ming Lu thanked Xun Zhen, he returned to the bench, Ming Weiting was still sitting in the same place,

He noticed Ming Lu's footsteps and raised his head: "Uncle Lu."

"Sir." Minglu sat down on the other end of the bench. He found that Mingweiting was operating the computer and tried to ask, "Are you reading the letter from the young master?"

Ming Weiting shook his head: "If he has anything to say, he will tell me personally."

The letter and the applet that Luo Chi left were nothing more than for that possibility. I hope that in the worst case, he can still be allowed to do something, pass the time, and not spend all that time thinking about one person.

He knows this, but he doesn't want to consider this possibility now, because Luo Chi is trying his best to live desperately.

So he also helped to think together.

"I was thinking just now that this feeling is so bad."

Ming Weiting said: "So he must forget."

Ming Lu was stunned for a moment before realizing what Ming Weiting was talking about—the night Mrs. Ren was sent for rescue, Ren Chenbai couldn't bear the blow and fainted, but Luo Chi had been awake and waiting.

Luo Chi was sober and waited for the worst result. He went to bear this result as Mrs. Ren's child, to bear the anger of other bereaved people, to bear the daze of losing everything, and to fall into the abyss of nightmares.

Luo Chi's best dream is to fall asleep on the beach and wake up in the arms of Mrs. Ren. On the day of getting on the boat, Mingweiting was also on the beach when they found Luo Chi.

There was no longer Mrs. Ren beside Luo Chi lying on the beach, only the dark and cold night that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

Minglu nodded slowly: "It's time to forget."

If Mrs. Ren knew what happened next, she would definitely do everything possible to make Luo Chi forget all of it.

"I'm sorting through my experiences these days."

Ming Weiting retracted the topic, and his eyes fell back to the computer: "When he wakes up and chases the stars again, he can use these as a reference."

Minglu tentatively made an inquiring gesture, and found that the husband didn't mind, so he got up and went around to the other side to bend over to look.

Ming Weiting's records also have a very clear personal style. Reasonable, precise and meticulous, all independent events and non-independent events are organized according to the timeline, and each event is even rigorously scored.

Anyone who scores below 75 points will be put into the pending column by him, and those who fail will be deleted directly. As for events with a score of 85 or more, they will be marked out and classified by color.

Ming Lu couldn't help but wonder: "Sir, what is the standard of the score?"

"How happy he is," said Ming Weiting, who was stuck on the event score of Cantonese-style morning tea as breakfast. "He seems happy with whatever he eats."

Ming Lu thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case: "Maybe it's because the young master likes eating very much."

Because of the disease and the influence of drugs, Luo Chi actually finds it difficult to eat too much these days.

Ming Lu asked the kitchen to prepare snacks and snacks at any time, and gave him small meals and frequent meals, and his diet was as light as possible. Although most of the time it was inevitable that he would vomit because of a severe headache, but Luo Chi still eagerly waited for the meal every day.

Ming Weiting seemed to feel good about this sentence, smiled lightly, and added "I like to eat" into the information column of the star chasing notes.

The point of view that two people discuss is always more sufficient than that of one person working behind closed doors.

Mingweiting showed other content to Minglu and revised it according to his opinions. He spent more than an hour perfecting the note, then handed the computer to Minglu for safekeeping, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

Minglu whispered beside him, "Sir, it's still some time before the operation is over."

Ming Weiting nodded.

As long as he is free these days, he will find something to do about chasing stars. Now even the documents and passports belonging to the identity of "Ming Chi" have been properly processed.

The Ming family has always been on the high seas. The high seas do not belong to any sovereign territory, and those who join the Ming family will also be stateless people, who can go anywhere they want as long as they have a passport.

If they want to stay in a certain place for a long time in the future, the young master of the Ming family can choose a place he likes, and they can change it again. Everything can be decided at will at that time.

He couldn't find anything to do, so he had no choice but to say, "Uncle Lu."

Minglu sat down beside him: "Sir, you can chat at this time."

"Chat makes people feel better." Minglu said, "Time won't pass so slowly."

Ming Weiting nodded: "We talked a lot last night."

Last night, although Luo Chi slept not too late, they started chatting very early, when the new moon had just climbed into the dark blue sky.

Luo Chi didn't talk about himself again. They talked about life at sea, whether it would be lonely to live on a ship and on an island for a lifetime, and what Mr. Shadow was like when he was a child.

He has never seen a better listener than Luo Chi - being watched intently by those eyes, the light inside keeps changing with what you are talking about, even a person who is not good at words can't help but want to say something. get more ideas.

"I told him that my life is very monotonous." Ming Weiting said this, and suddenly smiled briefly, "He suddenly started to recite 'I catch chickens, and people catch me'."

Minglu was a little curious and asked, "What is this?"

"It's a fairy tale book, and I just said a sentence in it."

Ming Weiting explained: "Then we went online and found the book together. He said he wanted to hear me read it to him, and I knew it was because he really didn't have the energy to chat with me."

So Ming Weiting sat by the bed and read the book.

He seldom read fairy tales, and he didn't understand how the stories were described. He didn't know why there was a planet inhabited by only a little boy, and why the boy wandered around because of a rose.

But the scene where the boy meets the fox really appeals to him. This is the paragraph that Luo Chi suddenly recited, "My life is very monotonous, I catch chickens, and people catch me."

The fox invited the boy to tame it, and they took the time to patiently become friends, getting closer and closer each day.

Then when the boy left, the fox lost his friend and got the color of wheat.

Luo Chi consumed too much physical strength in the physical examination and pre-operative preparations, his face was almost bloodless, he was lying on the bed with nasal oxygen, and he held one hand.

He saw Luo Chi's chest rising and falling quietly, thinking that Luo Chi had fallen asleep, so he finished the story by himself.

Then he started to read the first meeting of the fox and the boy, and when "Once you tame me", Luo Chi suddenly interrupted him: "Mr. Shadow."

Ming Weiting stopped: "What's wrong?"

"I remember." Luo Chi said, "I don't like this story very much, we can change it."

"Okay." Mingweiting closed the page and entered "Bedtime Story" in the search bar. The hospital's network is not very good. Before the page was loaded, Ming Weiting asked him softly, "Why don't you like it?"

Luo Chi thought for a while: "I don't have the right personality."

Luo Chi remembered this story because Aunt Ren read it to him. But when Aunt Ren read it to him, Luo Chi found that he had a different idea from the story.

Of course, the story is also correct. Everyone has their own choices and attitudes, and of course they cannot be judged outside the background of the story. The story is a good one, it's just that their personalities don't fit.

…

He thought that if he met a fox, he would not tame others.

They won't tame each other, but they'll be friends, they'll be family, they'll live together, they won't have moments of separation, and they won't just leave the fox the color of wheat.

He would roll in the wheat field with the fox in his arms.

After Luo Chi said these words softly, he lay in his palm and opened his eyes: "Mr. Shadow."

Mr. Shadow was by the bed.

Ming Weiting put one hand under Luo Chi's head and neck, and raised the other hand to gently touch Luo Chi's eyelashes.

Ming Weiting looked into Luo Chi's eyes. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he just felt that he couldn't bear to do nothing or say anything, and let time pass by so quietly.

"I want to have this honor." He finally said to Luo Chi, "I want to hold you and roll in the wheat field."

Luo Chi's eyes curled up, and he imitated Mr. Ming seriously: "I also want to have this honor."

"I want to roll too." Luo Chi closed his eyes and buried his face in his palm, "Maizi is useful to me."

Luo Chi said softly, "Mr. Shadow, I want to eat wheat bread after the operation."

…

The sound of rapid footsteps broke the silence of the corridor, and Ming Lu stood up abruptly, just in time to meet Xun Zhen who was running over.

"It doesn't matter." Xun Zhen knew what they were most concerned about, and he said the most important thing, "The blood bank uses more blood than we expected, but it is completely controllable and it is in the plan."

Luo Chi's body was damaged so badly that the reason why he didn't do the surgery immediately was to adjust his physical condition to a state that could support the surgery. Otherwise, with Luo Chi's situation at that time, he might not even be able to get the operating table.

It's just that if we consider not only the probability of survival, but also the quality of life, this kind of conditioning of the body cannot be delayed for too long.

The longer the brain tissue is compressed, the worse the long-term prognosis. In order for Luo Chi to return to the best state, a choice must be made between the two.

Even if multiple preoperative physical examinations are done, it is difficult to fully infer Luo Chi's physical condition after the craniotomy. The blood loss was much greater than they had calculated, but the blood bank was well prepared.

Minglu knew the importance, but he nodded and stepped back quickly, leaving the passage to the nurses and doctors who hurried in and out.

When Minglu returned to the bench, he bent down and put his hand on Mingweiting's shoulder just like when the previous generation of the Ming family was shipwrecked five years ago.

"Sir." Minglu said, "It doesn't matter, Xun Zhen found the best doctor."

Ming Weiting nodded and whispered, "I know."

Ming Lu noticed that his shoulders were stiff. At this moment, Minglu suddenly realized something. He thought of his mother, who had little impression of his husband. The wife of the previous husband passed away too early, so Ming Weiting didn't know much about the past.

…It was a somewhat chaotic dispute on the high seas.

The previous Mr. Ming almost stumbled off the boat, hugged his unconscious wife covered in blood, waded ashore and clung to Ming Lu's arm: "She'll be fine... She'll be fine."

…

Ming Weiting sat motionless, as if he still had no expression, his expression was calm, but his eyes always stopped at the door of the operating room.

"He'll be fine."

Ming Weiting said, "Uncle Lu, I promise him to make wheat bread for him."

"He can forget everything, he doesn't remember me at all, it doesn't matter." Ming Weiting said, "Don't read the letter, don't look for clues, I'll go after him."

Minglu didn't speak, just pressed his shoulder firmly.

They were waiting outside the door, and the rescue in the operation plan really appeared in front of them, but it was not as chaotic as Minglu remembered.

Everything has been fully prepared, and the most urgent situations have the most detailed plans.

Craniotomy operations are usually quite lengthy, not to mention the purpose of removing a particularly complex mass within the brain.

Xun Zhen stayed in the operating room for a long time. He discussed with the rotating doctors for a long time, and then came to Minglu to explain that the patient's physical condition was worse and better than they expected.

What's worse is that the patient has been indiscriminately used too many drugs before, and the body has resisted the anesthesia. The effect of the anesthesia in the midway is reduced, which leads to the untimely pain suppression, and the blood loss is more than expected. It is better because the patient's body has indeed been conditioned to the best state that can be achieved at present, and his will to survive is quite strong.

The operation lasted for another four hours after that, and the blood bank brought in twice more blood. When the door was opened, the rapid sound of the instrument continued, and through the glass door there was a blurred figure walking fast.

Four hours later, the operation was over. The sun outside the window was at its brightest, and the sunlight coming in through the window made people's eyes turn white.

As soon as the red light during the operation went out, Ming Weiting stood up.

He sat on the bench for too long, stopped in place for a few seconds, made sure to regain control of his body, and walked quickly to the door.

The doctor who came out from inside still didn't dare to relax completely, but his expression already showed a faint sense of relief. The chief doctor, Yu Xunzhen, nodded, and quickly came over to explain to Ming Lu.

The operation was very successful. All the situations that occurred had detailed plans, and everything was dealt with in a timely manner. There was no drastic fluctuation in the patient's vital signs during the whole process. As long as the condition is stable tonight without any complications, he will be able to return to the ward to recuperate soon.

Minglu wrote down what the doctor explained, and walked quickly to explain it to Ming Weiting, but stopped when he approached.

The operating bed was pushed all the way to the intensive care unit, and the anesthesiologist needed to restore the patient to spontaneous breathing. The person on the hospital bed was briefly awakened, his eyelashes twitched a few times, and finally he opened his eyes slightly, and his dazed gaze slowly swept across the crowd with difficulty.

Ming Weiting's footsteps didn't stop, he just followed the hospital bed and walked with him to the ICU.

Those eyes saw him without a look more familiar or clear.

But with just a slight blink, it bends very slowly, little by little.