Chapter 350: Years Pass by (Thirteen)

These words were like sharp thorns, piercing Wen Jiao's heart accurately.

Wen Jiao's body swayed, and her face turned pale instantly. She looked at Shen Jinci with anger in her eyes, "What did you say! Say it again!"

Bian Yue quickly calmed Wen Jiao. She frowned and looked at Shen Jinci, her eyes full of disapproval. She said in a deep and urgent voice: "Jinci, don't say anything more! I'm waiting with Wen Jiao. It's already very late. Go back and see Xiaoxiao!"

Shen Jinci is cold to others, but he never refuses Bian Yue's request.

He just paused, then turned and walked out.

Wen Jiao had lost all her strength. Bian Yue and Shen Zhaoli helped her sit down again.

"Wen Jiao, don't be nervous. Nothing will happen. It will be fine." Bian Yue whispered, "I don't know what happened to Jin Ci. He and I apologize to you."

The tears in Wen Jiao's eyes became more real. She looked at Bian Yue for a long time, then smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yueyue, I'm not angry with him, I'm angry with myself. There's nothing I can do."

Bian Yue felt that Wen Jiao's hands were cold.

Bian Yue looked reluctant and wanted to say something to comfort him, but Wen Jiao had already closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Go back and accompany Jin Ci. I understand what he said, but I just can't accept it."

On the side, Shen Zhaoli nodded towards Bian Yue, agreeing with Wen Jiao's proposal.

After Bian Yue left, only Wen Jiao and Shen Zhaoli were left at the door of the operating room.

Shen Zhaoli held Wen Jiao's shoulders and let her lean on him.

He spoke softly, "In fact, my mother was given a critical illness notice many years ago, and more than once, Jiaojiao, but human life is much stronger than we think. Many people are willing to live for their loved ones, even if it is a very painful thing. I believe that Dad will not give up on himself."

Wen Jiao burst into tears in a daze, and her tears wet the clothes on Shen Zhaoli's chest, making it hot.

She said: "I know that my father will live for me, Zhaoli. I am a very selfish person. I hope that he will always be by my side and never leave me. But I also know that this idea is too selfish. No one is destined to live for another person, and my father is the same."

Wen Jiao couldn't stop crying as she spoke. She covered her face and cried until her voice trembled. "I'm just too afraid of losing him. Even though I know that he has been suffering since he became ill, I still don't want him to leave. For me, this is unbearable."

The corridor was very quiet, the lights were pulled by the swaying curtains, casting traces of light and shadow on the ground.

Shen Zhaoli's face was pressed against Wen Jiao's forehead, and his usual casual and unruly demeanor was replaced by calmness.

He patted Wen Jiao's back gently, paused, and whispered, "You have me, and I will suffer with you, no matter what the result is, whether good or bad."

Wen Jiao seemed to have grabbed a piece of driftwood while facing the life and death sentence with no help.

In fact, the driftwood has always been in front of her, but after so many years, Wen Jiao didn't have the courage to reach out until today.

Because she was finally sure that the person in front of her would never leave her no matter what happened.

The operation was finally completed until the dawn.

But Wen Jiao couldn't relax.

The attending doctor looked tired. He looked at the frightened woman in front of him and said softly, "Your father's health will be fine for the time being, but we are not sure how long this operation can guarantee his safety. It may be one or two years, or it may only be a few days."

Shen Zhaoli was in the ward, accompanying the doctors and nurses to examine Wen Yongwei.

Wen Jiao was standing alone outside the door. When he heard the attending doctor's words, it was as if the sword of judgment had fallen on his head at that moment, and blood was flowing.

Wen Jiao was unwilling to give up. She asked, "What about next time?" The attending doctor looked sympathetic. He said, "Miss Wen, your father's body can't stand another organ replacement. You should know that this is not a long-term solution. The number of surgeries a person can undergo is limited."

Wen Jiao knew, Wen Jiao knew everything.

She just had a glimmer of hope, but now, all hope was finally shattered.

Wen Jiao took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "Do you mean to say that I can only leave it to fate now?"

"If you really want your father to live longer, we would recommend intubation if he loses consciousness."

Wen Jiao's heart fell to the bottom.

She stopped asking questions, turned around, and walked into the ward blankly as if she had no soul.

Shen Zhaoli saw that Wen Jiao was uneasy, so he stepped forward and helped her sit down beside him.

He said, "Jiaojiao, I'll take care of Dad in this room. Can you go to the inner room and take a nap? You haven't slept all night. Your body can't take it."

Wen Jiao knew that she now felt that she was almost exhausted.

It was not out of physical exhaustion, but out of spiritual despair.

Nothing can torture a person more than spiritual despair.

Wen Jiao rolled her eyes, regaining some of her rationality. She looked at Shen Zhaoli and said softly, "I don't want to sleep. I want to talk to my father first when he wakes up. Zhaoli, go and rest. You've been working hard too."

Shen Zhaoli looked at Wen Jiao in silence. He gently wiped the dust from her eyes with his fingertips, and his feeling of heartache was very real.

"I won't sleep, I'll stay with you."

Therefore, the only sound in the ward was the stable and regular operation of instruments.

Until the morning light brightened and the bright sunshine came in from outside, standing on Wen Yongwei's face, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad." Wen Jiao burst into tears as soon as she opened her mouth. She cried so hard that she couldn't speak clearly.

Instead, Wen Yongwei looked at her helplessly and said weakly, "This child, I went through hell and I didn't cry. Look at you, why are you crying?"

Wen Jiao kept shaking her head. She said, "Dad, I want you to live a long life. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Shen Zhaoli stood up, looked at Wen Yongwei, and said gently: "You talk to Jiaojiao first, I will call the doctor over."

He left on purpose to give the father and daughter some time alone.

As the door closed, Wen Yongwei weakly raised his hand and tried to wipe Wen Jiao's tears. "You're not a child anymore, why are you still crying so much?"

"Dad, are you in pain? Do you feel any pain?"

Wen Jiao choked up and said, "It's all my fault. I made you worry about me all these years."

"Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Yongwei smiled lovingly and said, "Jiaojiao, you are Daddy's greatest pride in this life."

(End of this chapter)