Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Nuan rushed to the hospital. Moshen was still in the operating room.
A sea of journalists were crowding around the hospital entrance. Four years ago, the flight T-324 airline had disappeared along with all passengers on board. Yet out of the blue, one passenger had been miraculously discovered by a fishing boat out at sea. It was indeed explosive news—which media outlet didn’t want to get first-hand information on the incident?
Not only that, the passenger was the reputable and handsome celebrity of Ocean City, and heir of the Wen Cooperation.
During Lin Nuan’s cab ride to the hospital, the radio itself was flooded with the news of his return. The driver complained he couldn’t listen to his beloved comedy anymore.
Many relatives of the disappeared passengers had their faith rekindled upon news of Wen Moshen’s return. Everybody was praying for Wen Moshen to make it, so that they could hear the news from his own mouth that their family members were still alive and stranded on some nameless island in the sea.
Lin Chen was talking with the doctor outside the operation room. A past classmate of Lin Chen and Wen Moshen, his last name was Song. Lin Nuan had seen him before.
Wen Moshen’s parents and brother, Wen Moshi, crowded around Doctor Song, listening to him describe his medical condition with great care.
Doctor Song mumbled something that made Wen Moshen’s mother’s body tilt to one side as if losing its sense of gravity—thankfully her husband immediately supported her back up with his strong grip.
The most cruel thing in the world would probably be something like that—when you finally come so close to healing the pain in your heart after losing a loved one, suddenly they come back to rekindle that hope inside you, only to experience once again that same kind of excruciating disappointment and pain.
Lin Nuan stood at the elevator door with clenched fists, unable to budge.
The elevator door opened again.
“Please make way…”
Lin Nuan got bumped to the side. She scooted over and clutched the purse in her hand.
Lin Chen laid eyes on Lin Nuan standing at the elevator door. He had a deeply troubled look in his eyes. His expression relaxed a little as he said something to Doctor Song then walked towards Lin Nuan.
Lin Nuan tried hard not to display the wave of agonizing emotions inside her, but her watering eyes betrayed her .
“Since you’re already here… why aren’t you going in to see him?”
Sniffing her nose, Lin Nuan looked up, her clear eyes staring at the tall and slender Lin Che.
Lin Chen knew all too well Lin Nuan’s feelings for Wen Moshen.
“What did Doctor Song say?”
The light above the operation room went off and the door opened.
Lin Chen turned around and saw Wen Moshen being pushed outside. Doctor Song approached his colleague about Wen Moshen’s condition.
The main surgeon operating on Wen Moshen said, “The patient has a very strong will to live…”
Needless to say for a man who miraculously returned after disappearing for four years.
Wen Moshen’s brother, Wen Moshi, entered the office with the main surgeon.
Seeing Wen Moshen’s parents again after so many years, she realized they had aged quite a lot.
After the airline disappeared, they were in great pain at losing such a great son.
Wen Moshen was still unconscious inside the ward. Looking at Wen Moshen’s closed eyes, the pain in Lin Nuan’s heart felt unbearable.
She pictured countless scenarios on how Wen Moshen would make his return—all except that one.
“The Doctor said all should be well. If brother can wake up within three days, he should be fine,” Wen Moshen told his parents.
“Just now those notices from Medical Crisis came pouring down like rain—it must have comprised his vitality. Once he wakes up we’ll need to re-furnish it for him,” Wen Moshen’s mother said as she kept her eyes fixed on her son through the glass