Chapter 10, Professor Huo, I miss you

Wen Li rushed to the hospital, and before he entered Wen Yongjie's ward, he saw medical staff constantly coming in and out of the ward, holding various instruments in their hands.

Her heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

She walked into the ward and saw Wen Yongjie lying on the bed. His old face was covered by an oxygen mask and he had many tubes inserted into his body. He looked helpless and pale. Wen Li called him several times, but he didn't respond and was still in a coma.

This scene reminded Wen Li of the days when his father stayed in the intensive care unit. He remembered that because his condition worsened, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep all night, and his mother had to beg the doctor to prescribe sleeping pills for him to fall asleep.

She never wanted her father to go through that kind of life again.

"What's going on? Wasn't he fine yesterday?" Wen Li asked the nurse, his attitude wasn't very friendly.

The nurse was also scared and whispered, "I don't know. Uncle was fine in the morning. I went to deliver lunch to Auntie at noon. When I came back, Uncle said he was sleepy and didn't want to eat. I let him sleep. Who knew that Uncle would never wake up."

Wen Li wanted to get angry, she wanted to quarrel, she wanted to curse, she wanted to vent all the anger she had been holding back for the past few days. But her reason told her that the caregiver was innocent and she shouldn't take her anger out on him.

"Let's wait for the doctor to rescue him first, then you come with me to see the doctor. I don't know about the daily care, so you tell me."

She made arrangements quickly, both to comfort the nurse and to force herself to calm down. After that, she asked, "Does my mother know about my father's condition?"

"No. You said before that your aunt is also a patient and needs to take good care of herself, so I only informed you and didn't tell your aunt."

Wen Li nodded, "You did a great job. You've worked hard these past few days, I'll pay you double, thank you for helping me take care of my parents."

The caregiver was originally worried that she would blame him, but now he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her say that she wanted more money.

Half an hour later, Wen Li led the nurse into the attending physician's office.

The doctor showed her the test report and said, "The operation was successful. We also did a follow-up examination and the tumor has indeed been completely removed. It's just that the patient is old and his immunity is weakened. His body can't withstand such a major operation. The risk of postoperative complications is still very high."

Wen Li frowned as he listened and asked the doctor, "You mentioned before that Pratt can effectively suppress postoperative complications and reduce the risk of tumor recurrence. My father has been taking Pratt recently, why did he still get complications?"

The doctor looked at her suspiciously, "Is the patient taking Pratt?"

Wen Li nodded firmly, "Yes, I have been taking it on time and in the right amount."

"That's strange. According to the patient's blood report, there was no sufficient concentration of Pratt detected."

"This is impossible."

Wen Li could no longer suppress her anger at this moment. She couldn't help but raise her voice with an unpleasant look on her face. "Did they get the wrong test report? Or was it the wrong blood sample? My father has been taking Pratt, why is it not working?"

Her eyes were instantly covered with mist and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

The doctor was used to seeing emotional family members of patients, so he just followed the procedures to explain to her, "Even if it's a special medicine, there's no possibility of a 100% cure. You have to be mentally prepared."

Wen Li refused to believe it. If even Pratt couldn't save her father, what else could she do to keep him here?

She didn't dare to imagine what life would be like without her father, let alone whether her mother could accept the news of her father's death.

She had a smooth life, with her father always protecting her from the wind and rain. Even when the family was in the most difficult times, her father just wanted her to be a carefree little princess and would quietly solve any troubles for her.

Now is the time for her to repay her parents. She doesn't want to, and is unwilling to accept that she is so useless that she doesn't even have the chance to be filial to her parents.

The nurse pulled Wen Li and whispered, "Actually, uncle didn't take the medicine on time and in the correct dosage."

"What did you say?" Wen Li opened his eyes wide.

"As for the medicine you mentioned, I don't know where my uncle got the price from. He said it was too expensive. And seeing that there was less than half a bottle left, he refused to take it on time and in the right dosage. He changed the dosage from three times a day to once a day, and asked for two pills each time. My uncle only took one pill, and he said that was enough."

"This is nonsense." The doctor got angry first. "The dosage of the drug is determined by strict experimental data. How can the patient take it carelessly without following the doctor's advice? He only takes one pill a day. No wonder the concentration of the drug in his blood is not enough."

Wen Li felt depressed. She could understand why her father did this. The previous generation was used to suffering and was reluctant to give up anything. They would rather suffer a loss themselves than cause trouble to their children.

It's all her fault.

"Doctor, if my father takes Pratt on time and in the right dosage, is there any chance that he can recover?"

"From the current situation, the patient did not develop complications until three months after the operation, which shows that Pratt has a therapeutic effect on him. My suggestion is to continue taking it. As for whether he can recover, it depends on his physical condition."

This gave Wen Li great hope. No matter what means she used, no matter how much shame she suffered, she would get Pratt as soon as possible.

She stayed in the hospital until it was completely dark, and after making sure that Wen Yongjie had passed the critical period, she went to the orthopedic ward to talk to his mother for a while. When it was time to turn off the lights in the ward, Hu Huifen drove her away and told her to go back and rest early.

"Don't worry about me and your father all the time, we are fine. Take good care of yourself. Look, it's only been a few days and our little princess has become haggard."

Wen Li assured her mother and left with a smile.

She didn't go home, but took a taxi directly to Huo Yuanchen's apartment.

Huo Yuanchen was not at home, but she refused to leave and leaned against the door waiting for him. Later, when she got tired of waiting, she simply sat down, hugged her knees with her hands, and was very patient.

When Huo Yuanchen came back, he saw a miserable woman squatting at the door. She was huddled up in a ball, her chin nodding slightly. She had no makeup on and her hair was loose. She looked really miserable.

He didn't have much sympathy and just felt that Wen Li was blocking his way to open the door, so he walked over and kicked with his toes, as if kicking a pile of garbage that was in the way.

"Make way."

Wen Li woke up suddenly, his eyes blurred into slits. After looking for a long time, he realized that he was still at the door of Huo Yuanchen's house.

The man's cashmere coat was still cold, and there were a few drops of water on his shoulders. He didn't know whether it was snowing or raining outside. The dim light in the corridor shone on his face, and his features were so handsome that he looked like a god.

She was itching for him.

"Professor Huo."

She called him in a low voice. Because she had just woken up, her voice was a little hoarse and indescribably ambiguous, "I missed you."

She said this in a delicate voice and pounced towards the man.