Visa On Arrival Chapter 45
byFinale 1
The private medical facility in the Ruan family’s old house is covered with thick soundproof carpets, which even absorbs the sound of footsteps.
Ruan Zhenchuan was sitting on the sofa outside the suite, with his back straight and his hands folded on the head of his crutch.
There was a cup of Yinghong No. 9 on the coffee table. It went from piping hot to lukewarm, from lukewarm to cold, and he didn’t even drink it.
This is more than two hundred days of waiting.
That was the day Chen Rong was hit by a car half a year ago.
When she was sent to the hospital, Ruan Zhenchuan had already received the news, and immediately transferred her to his own medical institution, and then created a phenomenon of suspended animation.
But there was still no heartbeat or breathing.
Emergency workers said the injury was so severe that his pupils had dilated.
But Ruan Zhenchuan didn’t believe it.
We use the best equipment and the best team to guard around the clock.
“Mr. Ruan,” the attending doctor said cautiously, “the brain wave has been unresponsive for a long time. From a medical point of view…”
“Continue.” Ruan Zhenchuan said.
No third word was said.
He waits here every day.
Come every day.
When it lights up, it means the instrument is running.The lights never went out.
What the ECG monitor pulls out is a straight line.
Brain waves are also a straight line.
The ventilator is working, but it’s just mechanically sending oxygen in and pumping out carbon dioxide, like blowing up a balloon that won’t inflate again.
Ruan Zhenchuan glanced at the clock on the wall and remembered the monster’s heart.
That was a month before the accident,
Qi Yihuai came to him, kneeling on the floor of this office, his forehead pressed against the cold tiles, his voice shaking like leaves in the wind.
The evidence of embezzlement of public funds was spread out on the table, and Ruan Zhenchuan had not yet decided what to do with him.
Send him in or let him disappear.
Qi Yihuai obviously knew his situation, so he brought something.
“Dad,” Qi Yihuai raised his head, his eyes as red as bloodshot, “I know I was wrong! Please let me go! I…I have something, and I want to atone for my sins!”
Ruan Zhenchuan did not move.
He watched Qi Yihuai take out a piece of information from his pocket.
“This is not an ordinary heart,” Qi Yihuai said in a low voice, “I got it from a… channel. It can… it can bring people back to life. As long as you replace it with this heart, you can be reborn.”
“It’s interesting.” Ruan Zhenchuan said.
Ruan Zhenchuan handed the information to his men and brought the monster over.
He didn’t promise Qi Yihuai anything.
There was no rejection either.
He just put the thing away and had Qi Yihuai taken away.
But now Chen Rong is lying there, her heart has stopped for three days.
Ruan Zhenchuan stood in front of the window, motionless.The light in the corridor shone on him, stretching his shadow very long and casting it on the opposite wall, like a silent mountain.
On the fourth day, the door of the medical room was pushed open suddenly, and the doctor rushed out. The corners of his white coat brought a gust of wind, and the expression on his face made Ruan Zhenchuan tighten his fingers unconsciously.
“Mr. Ruan!” The doctor’s voice sounded like thunder in the quiet corridor, “The heartbeat is back! It’s recovered! It’s beating spontaneously! Sinus rhythm, although not very stable yet, is autonomous. The brain waves have also started to fluctuate. Miss…she’s alive.”
The corridor was quiet.
There was only the sound of the doctor’s rapid breathing and the new and different ticking sound coming from the distant monitor.
Ruan Zhenchuan lowered his head and looked at his hands.The hands are trembling now, very slightly, the kind that cannot be seen without looking carefully.
Really?
He recited these two words silently in his mind.
His eyes were a little wet.
Did it again soon.
“Really?” He spoke in a steady voice this time, just like usual.
The corridor became quiet again.
Only the sound of the monitor leaked from the crack in the door, beeping, rhythmic, and powerful.
That’s the sound of a heartbeat.
A living, heart-beating sound.
The heartbeat is back.
But Chen Rong did not wake up.
The heart beat powerfully and regularly in her chest, like a little beast locked in a cage, eager to get out but unable to find an exit.
She fell asleep, her breathing was steady, her complexion slowly turned from pale to blood, and her fingertips turned from cold to warm.
All indicators were normal, but she just wouldn’t wake up.
The doctor did all the tests.
Brain waves are normal, nerve reflexes are normal, and sleep cycles are normal.
No coma index, no signs of vegetative state, just… just plain asleep.
The sun is so bright today.
Sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the entire ward, and a layer of pale golden light appeared on the white sheets.
The shadow of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window fell on the wall, swaying slightly in the wind.
Ruan Zhenchuan sat by the bed as usual.
He has become accustomed to such quiet afternoons, quiet light, quiet breathing, and quiet waiting.
The monitor suddenly screamed.
It wasn’t the usual regular beep, but a long, sharp sound, like a string that had been stretched to its limit and finally made a sound.
Ruan Zhenchuan’s body suddenly straightened up and he looked at the screen.
The green waveform was beating violently. It was no longer a smooth and slow ups and downs, but crazy and turbulent, as if something was churning inside.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
The waveform became denser and faster, like an uncontrollable heartbeat.
Ruan Zhenchuan opened his mouth, but he didn’t have time to call someone.
Chen Rong’s eyes opened fiercely, suddenly and forcefully, like a drowning person trying his best to open his eyes when he finally surfaced. The pupils were first dilated, and then focused little by little.
“Child.” Ruan Zhenshan’s voice was trembling, his hands were shaking, and his lips were trembling, “You finally woke up.”
Chen Rong looked at him and moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but her throat was too dry and she only made a very light sound.
Ruan Zhenchuan reached out and held her hand. His hand was shaking, shaking badly, but he held it tightly.
Chen Rong’s fingers moved slightly and hooked his fingers.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window was rustled by the wind, and the sunlight dropped a layer of broken gold on their intertwined hands.
The monitor’s waveform finally slowed down.
Her lips moved and her voice was hoarse, “Grandpa…”
Ruan Zhenchuan’s body shook, “I’m here.”
He let go of her hand and stood up.
My legs were a little weak, so I walked to the bedside table, picked up my phone, opened the address book, and pressed the dial button.
The phone rang twice and was answered.
Ruan Jing’s voice came from over there: “Dad?”
Ruan Zhenchuan took a deep breath and glanced at Chen Rong on the bed, “She’s awake.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.
He heard a very soft, tightly muffled cry and laughter mixed together, “Dad, what did you say?”
“Xiao Rong is awake.” Ruan Zhenchuan said again.
“Just wait,” he said to the other end of the phone, “I’ll let her talk to you.”
He walked over and put the phone to Chen Rong’s ear.
Chen Rong stretched out her hand from the quilt and held the phone, “Mom.”
After hanging up the phone, Chen Rong held the phone without letting go, “Grandpa, Yue Yue… how is she? I want to see her.”
Ruan Zhenchuan was silent for a moment.
He looked into Chen Rong’s eyes with anticipation, anxiety, and caution.
“Xiaoyue,” he said slowly, “I have suffered a lot in the past six months.”
Chen Rong’s eyelashes trembled.
“During the days when your accident happened, she was half-dead every day, and her whole body was very decadent, but later she slowly recovered on her own.”
Ruan Zhentianchuan paused.
Chen Rong’s tears began to flow down, “Has she lost a lot of weight? She must be worried to death and guilty…”
“I’m calling now,” Ruan Zhenchuan said pitifully and sadly, “to tell her the good news.”
Chen Xing nodded vigorously, tears falling on the pillow.
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