The monotonous "beep-beep" of the heart rate monitor persisted, as did the image of her lying there motionless, but the only difference was that his heart settled down after he walked into the room.
It was as if, seeing her was enough!
However, no sooner had he sat down by her bedside than he smelled a scent different from the usual hospital air, so he immediately paled and opened the door, "Nurse? Nurse..."
"Third Young Master, what’s wrong?"
"Did someone come in just now? Why is there a smell of smoke here?"
The nurse turned pale, "No... that’s impossible, right? When you weren’t here, only the hospital director came by, then he checked on Miss Ye and prescribed some medicines for her."
The hospital director?
Ou Mucen’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard this answer!
So it was Ji Chengzhi, but why would there be the scent of smoke lingering here? He is a doctor, he should know better than anyone that smoking is prohibited in here, right?
Could it be the smell of smoke clinging to him?
He shut the room door with suspicion, returned to the monitoring room, and began to look around.
Indeed, next to the bed hung a new IV bag, and on the patient registration chart at the foot of the bed, today’s date and time were filled in. Looking at the handwriting, there was no doubt that it was Ji Chengzhi’s.
It appeared that he truly had been here...
He rubbed his throbbing forehead and began to wonder if he was so tense that he was hallucinating. After staying a while longer in the monitoring room, he went back to his office to wash up and rest.
What he didn’t know was that downstairs in the hospital, in a corner directly opposite this monitoring room, stood a man in a black coat and glasses, staring intently in this direction, holding a lit cigarette in his hand.
Of course, smoking is forbidden in the intensive care unit, but if the patient was already brain dead, essentially a dead person, then whether one smokes or not doesn’t matter anymore.
He stared at that place, not knowing for how long, his eyes taking root, nearly splitting from staring too hard, until at last, like a wandering ghost, he dragged his heavy steps disappearing into the vast night.
Ji Chengzhi began suggesting to Ou Mucen that Ye Ning, who still hadn’t "awakened," should be transferred to the United States for treatment, claiming that he had already contacted his mentor over there, and that there was more hope in the U.S.
Upon hearing this, Ou Mucen wasn’t as forthright as Ji Chengzhi had imagined!
"Then why didn’t you contact him before?"
"We hadn’t found the right method yet, had we?"
"That... I won’t know until I get there. The mentor didn’t say much either, but don’t worry, the chances are definitely better over there than here," Ji Chengzhi began to sweat, eagerly wanting to end the conversation.
However, the man standing before him wasn’t so easily fooled. After hearing they wouldn’t know until they were in the United States, he simply glanced outside the window, then holding his cigarette, he spoke indifferently, "Then I’ll make arrangements and let you know when I have time."
Ji Chengzhi was startled, "You’re going too?"
Ou Mucen gave him a strange look, "Shouldn’t I go?"