At this moment, Lin Yixun, who was on Bali Island, had no idea about her mother’s condition. Ouyang Hao was still hovering between life and death, and now her whole heart was engulfed in guilt. She only hoped that Ouyang Hao would be safe and sound.
"Ouyang Hao, you must get better!" She didn’t want Ouyang Hao to end up like Xing Yi. She had already experienced parting between life and death once and never wanted someone to die unjustly because of her again.
The cold liquid quietly flowed into Ouyang Hao’s body through the IV tube. When he left home in the morning, he was still full of spirit, but now his face was as pale as white paper.
Lin Yixun glanced at the clock on the wall; more than ten hours had passed, but there was no sign of Ouyang Hao waking up.
She painfully closed her eyes. Lin Yixun, oh Lin Yixun, why is it that those who are good to you always meet with misfortune? Your father went to prison for you, Xing Yi died unjustly for you, and now even Ouyang Hao...
At some point, her cheeks had become cold and wet. Lin Yixun took a deep breath, looked at Ouyang Hao’s profile, and softly said, "Ouyang Hao, please wake up, alright? If you wake up, I will never argue with you again. If you tell me to go east, I won’t go west. Whatever you tell me to do, I will do!"
But the man on the bed remained motionless, still lying there unconscious. If it weren’t for his still-rising and falling chest, Lin Yixun would have almost mistaken him for a lifeless corpse.
Lin Yixun lowered her eyes dejectedly. Yes, the doctors said he was deeply poisoned, and considerable time was lost during the rescue. How could she expect that her few words would wake him up?
From the end of the surgery until the early hours of the next day, Lin Yixun stayed by Ouyang Hao’s bedside, never leaving even for a step. As morning came, she could no longer hold on and unknowingly fell asleep by his bed.
When Ouyang Hao woke up from his coma, he felt something heavy pressing on his thigh. He reflexively looked down and saw Lin Yixun sleeping soundly by his bedside.
The man curled his lips in a delighted smile, "At least you have some conscience. It wasn’t in vain for me to take that hit for you."
He was just talking to himself, not expecting to wake Lin Yixun from her sleep.
Lin Yixun, just awoken from her dreams, had a confused look in her eyes, but she quickly became clear-headed. She stared with wide eyes for a long while, then hurriedly turned and stumbled out of the room like the wind.
"Doctor, doctor, Ouyang Hao is awake!" Seeing the baffled look on the doctor’s face, Lin Yixun repeated it once in English.
Fortunately, the doctor understood English and quickly caught on, following Lin Yixun to the ward. Xiao Mu and the others, hearing the commotion, also rushed to the room.
Soon, through the translator, they received good news that Ouyang Hao was out of life-threatening danger and could be discharged after a few days of rest in the hospital.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Mu instantly felt relieved. That’s good, that’s good, otherwise, she really wouldn’t know how to explain to her uncle and aunt. And Lin Yixun’s previously taut nerves also immediately relaxed.
Luckily, Ouyang Hao was fine; otherwise, she would have lived in guilt and self-blame for the rest of her life.
Ouyang Hao glanced at Lin Yixun, who had been standing quietly in the corner, and waved to her, "Blockhead, come here!"
Lin Yixun was taken aback, glancing nervously at Xiao Mu, and seeing no unusual expression on her face, she walked over obediently and whispered, "Mr. Ouyang, what is it?"