Rebirth and Revenge: It turns out that the school hunk has a crush on me

Cao Xiu, who was skinny and bony, lay beside her son's bed, unwilling to believe why God had done this to her, when their family's life had just started to get better...

"mom……"

Yuan Zehua gradually woke up, but found that everything in front of him was still pitch black, just like before he fainted, and he could not see anything.

"Zehua, are you awake? Doctor! Mom will call a doctor for you right away."

"Mom, why can't I see anything suddenly?" Yuan Zehua lay on the hospital bed, his two big eyes open in vain but unable to focus.

"Mom, give you some water. The doctor said it's just temporary. Don't be afraid. It will heal soon."

Cao Xiu couldn't control his trembling voice and tears started to flow as he spoke.

The doctor who arrived was re-examining Yuan Zehua's condition.

Qin Yu and Song Yuandai stood at the door, watching the scene in the ward without coming in. "Have you asked for leave? Yuan Suyou... probably can't go home tonight."

"Yes, as soon as Luo Bo told Instructor Lei about the situation, he approved it and also approved our leave. He also told us to tell him directly if we need anything."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind the two of them, so loud that half of the ward could hear it, "I don't trust you! I've lived for most of my life and you still don't know? Your hospital is just trying to cheat people out of money! My grandson was fine at noon! You damn bitch, you have a terminal illness!"

Old Mrs. Yuan pushed the nurse who was trying to stop her, and seemed ready to make a big scene.

"Grandma, please stop being so loud. There are other patients in the intensive care unit! If you continue like this, we will ask you to leave! And what you said is clearly written in the results. Why would we lie to you?"

"And I tricked my grandson into a ward that costs a lot of money..." Old Mrs. Yuan muttered, "Hmph," and finally lowered her voice, but she still shouted all the way, "Zehua! My Zehua!"

Qin Yu calmly pulled Song Yuandai back a little, opened the door of the intensive care unit, and then whispered to the nurse, "Let her go in."

Some of the words may sound harsh, but we have to admit that some people are the type who won't cry until they see the coffin.

When Qi Wenyuan arrived, he saw Yu'er who looked unhappy and Old Lady Yuan who was eager to go in.

"Yu'er."

"Qi Wenyuan!" Qin Yu's eyes were immediately filled with hope, and even his eyebrows were jumping with joy.

Song Yuandai coughed softly, pulled Qin Yu's arm, and whispered in her ear: "That Luo Bo will drive back to Yuan's house to get daily necessities later. I will also go to help, Xiaoyu baby——"

"Okay, okay, go ahead."

Seeing that baby Xiaoyu no longer had her in her eyes, Song Yuandai sighed helplessly and automatically stepped away.

Because he turned too far, the wooden sculpture of a little squirrel in Qin Yu's pocket fell out and hit the door of the ward.

Qin Yu's joy was diluted for a moment. It seemed that the little squirrel also knew that its "creator" was sick.

Qi Wenyuan squatted down, picked up the small wooden sculpture, wiped it with the handkerchief in his pocket, and then handed it to Qin Yu.

"Where did Yu'er get such a clever little thing?"

Qin Yu's throat choked, and he put the little squirrel away, then explained, "Before I left the Yuan family today, Yuan Zehua gave it to me. He carved it himself."

Having said this, Qi Wenyuan's eyes moved slightly, and his peach blossom eyes suddenly darkened.

"What he gave to Yuan Dai was a little rabbit. Alas... not long after that, he suddenly passed out. Who would have thought that he would be diagnosed with such a serious disease when he woke up."

Qi Wenyuan patted Yu'er's shoulder soothingly. He knew what she was expecting, so he reassured her first, "I've brought a doctor. Let's go directly to the consultation room."

"Okay! I'll tell Yuan Suyou right away." Qin Yu took another look at Yuan Zehua lying on the hospital bed before leaving.

His face was pale and the doctor had inserted a catheter into his nasal cavity. Yuan Zehua was only conscious for a short while before falling into coma again. His condition was not good.

In the consultation room, doctors from the neurosurgery and neurology departments are having a group consultation.

Qin Yu noticed that Old Lady Yuan was much quieter when she came in. It seemed that this time she really knew that Yuan Zehua was seriously ill.

Sitting around the conference table, Father Yuan hesitated again and again, but finally spoke, "Doctor, if, I mean if... Zehua's disease cannot be cured, what will be the result?"

"You rebellious son! Your wife's illness has been cured, and you dare not save my grandson? I, I will sever the mother-son relationship with you today!"

Old Mrs. Yuan stood up without saying a word, hunched over, pointed at her son's nose and cursed him.

Father Yuan covered his face with his hands. In just one afternoon, his chin was already covered with stubble. "Mom, how could I not save Zehua? He is my only son... I want to know how serious his illness is..."

Qin Yu pursed her lips unconsciously. She understood the struggle and deep fear of this middle-aged man.

"Within half a month."

After the doctor, who was used to seeing cases of life and death, gave his answer, he sighed in his heart. This boy was really too young.

"what!"

After Cao Xiu screamed, she almost fainted on the chair. Fortunately, her husband was quick to support her and pressed the Ren Zhong point hard.

"Mom! How are you?"

Yuan Suyou rushed over worriedly.

The doctor was also very nervous. Before the discussion, they considered not letting Yuan's mother, who had an underlying disease, know about it. But she guessed the reason and wanted to come anyway.

Cao Xiu came to her senses and pushed away the support of her husband and daughter. She gulped down a glass of water and forced herself to calm down.

"How can we save him? Doctor, please tell me... can we save him... can't my kidney disease, which is so serious, be cured?"

The sound of speaking again almost made Qin Yu cry. She only thought of her mother.

When she was young, her finger was pinched by the door because she was playing too much. Her mother Bai Yuru asked her in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt?"

Then he carried the little girl to the hospital alone, and stayed with her all night while she cried loudly.

Qi Wenyuan's brows were deeply furrowed and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

He handed her a tissue and said softly, "Yu'er, how are you?"

Qin Yu shook her head and just signaled him to continue listening to the doctor.

"Because it was discovered too late, this child can no longer receive conservative treatment and must undergo surgery as soon as possible. However, the surgery is extremely difficult because the tumor in his brain is located between the brain stem and the pituitary gland. This is a rare and dangerous situation."

"But if I have the surgery, there is still a chance of recovery, right?" Qin Yu asked.

Qi Wenyuan looked at Yu'er who asked the question and didn't know what to say. The result was indeed too cruel.

The doctors were silent for a moment. After a long while, the dean adjusted his glasses and said softly, "The chance is extremely small."

"Save him, we must save him! Doctor! I beg you not to give up on my brother!"

Yuan Suyou's voice was trembling but full of determination.

The doctors all nodded solemnly, "Okay."

Before discussing the treatment plan, the attending physician first explained the possible consequences of the operation in a straightforward manner, "If the child survives... there is a high possibility that he will become a vegetative state. You must be prepared. Be prepared - this child may need to rely on a ventilator to maintain his life for the rest of his life."