After returning to the hospital, he asked Ning Anmiao's surgeon if he could go in and accompany her for one night.
"Theoretically, the patient needs an absolutely quiet environment," the doctor said with a pained expression. "Mr. Lu, do you have any special requirements?"
"I want to be with her," Lu Yan said with difficulty, his voice tinged with a plea he had never shown to anyone before.
Miaomiao was both vain and afraid of pain. Now, she was lying alone on the hospital bed, with cold tubes inserted into her body and liquid dripping in from time to time. Even he, a grown man, felt it must be painful just looking at it, let alone Miaomiao.
Seeing Lu Yan's determination, the doctor sighed helplessly. "All right. Please change into the sterile suit, Mr. Lu, and don't smoke. The smell of cigarettes on you may irritate the patient."
After listening to the doctor's instructions, Lu Yan was silent for a few seconds. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes his assistant had just given him and threw it into the trash can without hesitation, along with the lighter.
"Okay, thank you, doctor."
The doctor looked at Lu Yan, whose emotions showed no sign of fluctuation. He couldn't quite put his finger on his feelings. He had seen so many partings in the hospital, but this was the first time he had met such a calm man. He seemed so calm as if he didn't care about that girl at all, but his actions all showed his concern for her. Maybe all big bosses were like this, showing no emotion on their faces.
As a doctor, he hoped to see a miracle. But from a medical perspective, he had to make a rational judgment. If the girl in the ward didn't wake up on her own in the next few days, the surgery would be a last - ditch effort. If the result was bad, would this calm man in front of him still be able to remain so composed? No one knew.
...
At night, Lu Yan put on the sterile suit and walked into the ward. Ning Anmiao was lying on the bed. Her small face was pale and smooth, but it was an unnatural pallor. Her eyes were closed peacefully. If you ignored the surrounding medical equipment, she seemed to be having a wonderful dream, a dream so beautiful that she didn't want to wake up.
Looking at Ning Anmiao like this, Lu Yan pursed his lips. His expression hadn't changed since he came in. He didn't know what kind of emotions he should express. God had long since taken away his ability to express emotions. Looking at Miaomiao like this, he couldn't even shed a single tear.
His natural air of a superior always made him the winner. In terms of both ability and appearance, Lu Yan was definitely a favorite of God, possessing the maturity and calmness appropriate for his age and making him a winner. But only he knew that in matters of the heart, God had never let him win.
He always thought he had no attachments and would never be nostalgic for anything. But Miaomiao was an exception. He took a deep breath and his eyes were fixed on Ning Anmiao.
"Miaomiao," Lu Yan opened his mouth, and his voice actually trembled a little. "Can you wake up?"
"I was wrong," he said, his emotions on the verge of getting out of control. "I should have told you earlier." Lu Yan reached out to touch Ning Anmiao's hand that was hanging by her side. The moment his hand touched hers, he felt the coldness of her skin. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes stung. "I still have so many words to say to you."
"Actually, I also want to have a child, a child that belongs to us without any interests or ulterior motives," he continued. "It's my fault. I didn't notice that you were wronged. I wasn't considerate enough and I didn't care enough. I'm not a qualified husband. You can scold me and beat me if you want."
He tried to control his breathing, and suddenly he felt a mist rising in front of his eyes. He froze for a second, then reached up to touch his face. It was wet. He was crying. His breath stopped. This was the first time he had felt the feeling of crying since he was diagnosed with emotional - expression deficiency disorder when he grew up. It was so heart - wrenching and painful, like a sharp awl constantly churning in his chest, turning out all the flesh and blood inside, leaving it bloody.
He slowly got up, bent down slightly, and gently planted a kiss on Ning Anmiao's bloodless lips. This kiss was full of restraint and yet sacred. Wake up.
He spent the whole night sitting on the chair beside the bed. He didn't even touch the accompanying bed next to it. Because of the extreme fatigue, he was only awakened when the nurse came in. The moment he opened his eyes, he looked at the person on the bed, hoping to see the scene he wanted - but he was disappointed. Miaomiao was still in the same position as before. She hadn't woken up.
It was already the second day. There was only one more day, one more night left until the deadline the doctor had mentioned. His heart suddenly tightened. He stood up stiffly and stumbled out of the ward. He just felt that the air in the ward was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe. The moment he rushed out, he tore off the protective mask on his face and gasped for air. His legs began to feel weak.
For the first time, he truly felt the pain of loss. It hurt so much.
"Mr. Lu." Seeing his boss sitting in the room for a whole night, Assistant Song felt bad too, but he still braved himself to report.
"Mr. Lu, everything you asked to be arranged has been done," Assistant Song said cautiously. "We've sent a clue to the Lin family. I guess the old man of the Lin family will find his eldest son soon."
This was a secret that Lu Yan had known for a long time. On the surface, the Lin family seemed calm, but actually, they had their own dirty secrets. The old man of the Lin family was a lecher. When he was young, he had affairs everywhere. Coincidentally, he had left a bastard before Lin Chuluo was born. At that time, the mistress had come to make a scene, but the old man had suppressed it. Now, more than a decade had passed and the child had grown up.
As the old man was getting older, he surely attached great importance to his descendants. He had been secretly looking for his eldest son in the past few years. Lin Chuluo had also noticed this. In order to maintain his position in the Lin family, he had to interfere and delay his lecherous father from finding his eldest son. Everyone could guess that once the old man found his long - lost eldest son, the Lin family would be reshuffled. By then, Lin Chuluo might not be the head of the Lin family anymore.
This was also the reason why Lin Chuluo was willing to curry favor with the Jiang family and was so eager to get the shares of the Jiang family. He was preparing for himself before the old man found his eldest son.
Originally, Lu Yan wasn't interested in these things and didn't plan to interfere. But he had hurt Miaomiao. So Lin Chuluo shouldn't expect to live in peace either.
"Okay, I see," Lu Yan said. His expression had returned to calm, but there was a haggard stubble on his chin. "Go back and rest. You've been working hard these days."
Assistant Song felt a bit sad. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu. There's also another piece of news..."