SFS Chapter 1159 Xingyu Wish: Why did you lie to me?
Chapter 1159 Xingyu Wish: Why did you lie to me?
Chapter 1159 Xingyu Wish: Why did you lie to me?
In the ward, the lights were dim. Han Zhiyuan sat quietly beside the bed, her eyes empty yet revealing a hint of stubbornness.
The doctor stood by, holding a medical record folder in his hand, and patiently explained her condition to her: "Ms. Han, I have said before that you had large sections of memory gaps before, which is a stress protection mechanism of the brain. You have experienced too strong stimulation, and your body has temporarily blocked those too painful memory fragments for self-protection. But don't worry, you are resting well now, and all indicators are stable. You will be discharged from the hospital soon."
The doctor's voice was gentle and professional, and he looked up from time to time to observe Han Zhiyuan's reaction as he spoke.
Han Zhiyuan had a blank expression on her face and just nodded slightly. She seemed to accept the explanation calmly, but in fact her heart was already in turmoil.
She caught a glimpse of the doctor, who was always intentionally or unintentionally winking at Xiao Mo beside him while he was talking. There was a hint of helplessness and uneasiness in his eyes, as if he was conveying some unspeakable message.
In contrast, Xiao Mo stood there upright, with a calm and expressionless face, like a mountain that has experienced many vicissitudes of life but remains unshakable. He seemed oblivious to the doctor's little movements and was as steady as an old dog.
Han Zhiyuan recalled that when she held the doctor's hand and told him firmly, "I want to see Xiao Mo," she had already expected this scene to happen.
As expected, Xiao Mo was extremely efficient. The entire process, from receiving the call to appearing in the ward, took no more than an hour.
Afterwards, the two sat opposite the doctor and listened to the doctor's advice like an ordinary couple.
Xiao Mo listened attentively the whole time, nodding occasionally, but Han Zhiyuan was absent-minded, her thoughts had already drifted away.
The discharge procedures were handled very quickly, and Xiao Mo arranged everything in an orderly manner. The doctor stood at the window, watching the two people leave, and heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Finally, the mission is completed. This trip is really not easy."
On the other side, at the hospital entrance, a black luxury car was quietly waiting. Han Zhiyuan and Xiao Mo got in the car one after another, and the car was filled with a faint smell of leather.
As soon as the driver started the engine, Han Zhiyuan rushed ahead of Xiao Mo and announced the destination in an unquestionable tone: "Go to the cemetery!" Her voice was cold and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.
Hearing this, the driver looked hesitant and looked at Xiao Mo through the rearview mirror. Only after Xiao Mo nodded slightly in approval did he slowly step on the accelerator.
The car was driving steadily on the road, and the scenery outside the window flashed by quickly like a slide show, but Han Zhiyuan's eyes were always staring blankly at the front, as if she could see through it all and see the memories of the past.
Soon, the car arrived at the cemetery. Han Zhiyuan pushed open the door and got out of the car in a hurry, as if driven by an invisible force.
But after taking a few steps, she found that her body was weak and her steps were unsteady. She tripped several times before she climbed a few steps up the stairs.
She originally had an indifferent expression and only wanted to see her parents as soon as possible, but she didn't expect that this little episode would become the fuse of her emotional breakdown.
Her eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in them, and her breathing became rapid. Xiao Mo, who was following behind her, saw this and stepped forward, holding the woman's shoulders from behind, his hands strong but gentle.
"Slow down, I'll support you." He said softly, then protected her and climbed up the stairs step by step.
After finally reaching the top of the cemetery, Han Zhiyuan was already exhausted, her legs were trembling, and she could barely stand.
In fact, her body seemed to know in advance the cruel reality she was about to face and was the first to sound the alarm.
Xiao Mo noticed her weakness and secretly increased the strength in his hands. Little by little, the two of them got closer and closer to the tombstone that carried the sadness.
When he got closer, Xiao Mo's expression was startled. He keenly discovered that there were fresh tributes and beautiful bouquets of flowers placed in front of the tombstone. Obviously, someone had come to pay tribute before them.
He said nothing, but just lowered his eyes. The moment Han Zhiyuan knelt in front of the tombstone, he also squatted down.
He glanced at the photos of Mr. Han and Mrs. Han on the tombstone, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he changed his kneeling position, straightened his back, as if to rely on Han Zhiyuan.
Han Zhiyuan looked at the portraits of her parents on the tombstone, tears bursting out and she couldn't stop crying. She stroked the tombstone with trembling hands and murmured to herself: "Mom and Dad, I'm here..."
Seeing this, Xiao Mo gently held her in his arms, gave her a little warmth with his chest, and comforted her silently.
But his face remained indifferent, making it hard to tell what he was really thinking.
After a long time, Han Zhiyuan cried until she almost fainted. Xiao Mo picked her up and walked back to the car. That night, Han Zhiyuan lay on the bed in the bedroom, and she had a high fever again. Her hot forehead was covered with sweat.
She kept talking in her sleep while she was comatose, sometimes calling out for her parents, sometimes mumbling some inaudible words.
It can be seen that the death of her parents was like a mountain pressing down on her, causing her body and mind to fall into an endless abyss in an instant.
Xiao Mo almost never took off his clothes and stayed by her side all night long, his eyes never leaving her face, fearing that she would feel any discomfort.
It was late at night and the only sounds in the room were Han Zhiyuan's gentle breathing and Xiao Mo's occasional sighs.
Xiao Mo leaned on the chair beside the bed, his body slightly leaning forward, his head resting on the edge of the bed, his hands folded on his chest, and fell into a light sleep.
Han Zhiyuan slowly woke up from her daze. She turned over gently, and the springs of the Simmons mattress made a slight sound due to her movement, which was particularly clear in the silent room.
This subtle movement was like a heavy hammer, instantly waking Xiao Mo from his sleep.
He jumped up from the bed like a nimble cheetah, his eyes still brimming with sleepiness, but he blurted out with concern, "Are you awake?"
Then, he quickly reached out and touched Han Zhiyuan's forehead to feel her body temperature. He found that she was still a little hot, so he hurriedly poured a cup of warm water and carefully fed it to her mouth, while feeding her, he whispered: "Come, drink some water to moisten your throat."
After feeding him water, Xiao Mo started to mutter.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes were full of worry and self-blame, and he kept saying, "I shouldn't have agreed to let you go. If you were in the hospital, your condition wouldn't have recurred so badly..."
He kept talking, as if this could alleviate the guilt in his heart.
However, to Xiao Mo's surprise, Han Zhiyuan did not respond for a long time.
She lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and turned a deaf ear to Xiao Mo's words.
Xiao Mo thought that she was not fully awake yet and had not recovered, so he continued to talk to himself.
But after a long while, Han Zhiyuan's lips moved repeatedly, as if she was trying to say something, but no sound came out.
Xiao Mo felt something was wrong, and a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. His face instantly became solemn, and his eyes revealed a trace of panic.
He immediately picked up his phone and called a doctor home without hesitation.
Soon, the doctor arrived. After a detailed examination and diagnosis, the doctor's face became very serious. He spoke slowly, his voice low and heavy: "Miss Han has aphasia."
When Xiao Mo heard the diagnosis, he felt like he was struck by a bolt from the blue and his whole body froze in an instant.
His eyes widened and he switched his gaze between the doctor and Han Zhiyuan in disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.