When serving in the military, everyone, no matter what task they were assigned, would write a letter before starting the mission. If you returned from the mission, the letter would be given back to you, but if you didn’t come back... the letter would be handed over to your family.
However, in the military, no one would jokingly refer to this letter as a will, because everyone wanted to return.
Leng Yixing had intended to write it for him, but he insisted on writing it himself.
Watching him write freely, filling a whole page, then folding it neatly, and handing it over to Leng Yixing.
Neither of them spoke.
Lu Jinyang knew that this kind of surgery would not cost a life, but still, he wrote a full page as a matter of routine.
If the operation failed and he was to be blind for life, he would burn this letter for his wife and children. Latest content published on novel·fıre·net
If the operation was successful, he would add one more line to the letter, and then burn it for his wife and children.
"Half an hour to go."
Ye Han and Lu Zhiyuan made various phone calls until three in the afternoon, when they finally learned from Li Yan’s assistant that Lu Jinyang had surprisingly gone to undergo surgery!
Surgery for sight restoration!
They had advised him for five years, yet he never underwent the surgery. Why did he suddenly run off to have it done today? What was going on?
Ye Han was so worried she almost cried, "Old man, what should we do?"
"Don’t panic, the surgery has been going on for an hour, we’ll rush there now, nothing will happen, Li Yan is there, he won’t let anything happen to Jinyang."
When the elderly couple arrived at the hospital, Li Yan’s assistant led them outside the operating room, "Mr. Lu, Madam, the President has been inside for more than two hours and it will take some more time before he comes out."
"That’s fine, we’ll wait here for them." Ye Han took Lu Zhiyuan by the hand and sat down on the chairs nearby.
After sitting for a while, Ye Han noticed something was off with Lu Zhiyuan.
"Old man, what’s wrong with you?"
Lu Zhiyuan stared at the closed doors of the operating room without saying a word, his eyes flickering with indescribable emotions. Ye Han couldn’t understand it, so she called out again: "Old man?"
Lu Zhiyuan turned his head, with moist eyes, almost making Ye Han scold him.
"What’s the matter with you, old man? Isn’t Jinyang alright? What are you doing?"
Lu Zhiyuan wiped the corner of his eyes and sighed deeply, "I was just thinking about five years ago when four members of our family were lying in the emergency room, and I was the only old man standing alone outside..."
Back then, he felt that no matter how much money he made, it was pointless. Spending each day well with his loved ones was what truly mattered, otherwise how would you know if someone close to you might suddenly leave?
Ye Han fell silent upon hearing this, patted Lu Zhiyuan on the shoulder, and leaned silently against him.
Two hours later, the door of the operating room opened from the inside, and Li Yan was the first to come out, followed by three experts.
Seeing the elderly couple at the door, Li Yan walked over quickly, and before they could speak, he said, "Please rest assured, the operation went very smoothly. He will be able to see after the stitches are removed in a few days."
Lu Zhiyuan shook his hand, his thousands of words condensed into one sentence: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It is my duty," Li Yan said, glancing at the three experts, "I’ll take the experts back to the hotel first. Please wait here for a little while longer, the President will be out soon."
After Li Yan left, Lu Jinyang was slowly wheeled out. Ye Han immediately ran over, saw Lu Jinyang’s pale face with his eyes tightly closed, and in fear, she grabbed the closest doctor’s hand, "Doctor, how is my son?"