Two months later, things seemed to have returned to a normal track, except he still resided in the hospital, and he was still the one dealing with the company’s affairs.
Meetings, client visits, handling various documents and company issues, it was all him, as if nothing had changed from before.
At this, people were both delighted and worried!
The delight, of course, was that he could still work normally, in this regard, both his brain and working style were exactly the same as before.
The worry, however, was about his attitude towards that woman still on a ventilator, it had been two months since she, sustained by injections, had been persisting, that woman, surprisingly still hadn’t breathed her last, still maintaining a heartbeat.
And he, would not allow anyone near her, and to everyone, he maintained an attitude that if things could just be kept this way, she would definitely wake up.
This made everyone who heard it unsettled, always feeling as if it were a ticking time bomb that would eventually explode.
How could a person who was brain-dead possibly wake up from just some drugs that merely maintain organ functionality? It was utterly fantastical, the delusions of a fool.
So those in the know still doubted, suspecting that he had never really recovered, that he had always been off-kilter.
Until one day, Ji Chengzhi once again went in to inject her with that drug, and suddenly he had a crucial realization, that’s when he noticed, something seemed amiss.
"Xiaoxu, where’s the instruction manual for the injection?"
"The instruction manual?"
Upon hearing this, the assistant quickly found the instruction manual for the imported injection and handed it to him.
Why on earth would he need to look at the instruction manual?
Yet, this young director, holding the manual, suddenly froze...
"This product should not be used long-term. After more than three treatment courses, it will no longer be effective."
Three treatment courses, each consisting of six injections—eighteen injections in total, yet what he had administered to that woman wasn’t just 18—the tally was 28, 38, and beyond!
If it no longer had any effectiveness, then that woman, logically, should have experienced organ failure and then death. Yet why was she still alive and well after two months?
Finally, he began to feel that something was not right. Hastily setting aside the instruction manual, he dashed out of the pharmacy and started towards the intensive care unit.
Meanwhile, in the intensive care unit, a man in a sterile gown was delicately removing the blindfold from the woman’s eyes.
This time, he had controlled himself, not visiting for five days. After five days, what kind of surprise would he see this time?
He was no longer afraid, only considering what others might find horrific as a thrilling surprise, a grand one signaling her rebirth.
When he opened the blindfold, he cautiously lifted her eyelids. Indeed, after two months of rest, the pupils that once were there had vanished completely, leaving behind only two hollow whites of her eyes!
And this sight would likely be quite terrifying to anyone else.
But not to him, because what he felt after seeing it was nothing but ecstasy at being one step closer to success, without any other concern.
What truly sent him over the edge, though, was that besides this, at the corner of both eyes, he saw another speck of black slowly emerging, like the first tiny tip of the sun at dawn, subtle, not very obvious, but enough to make him wildly overjoyed!