Faced with a crucial decision, Lin Hao had no choice but to rush to the hospital first.
He arrived right after his mother, only to find out that Lin Jianping had already been resuscitated and sent back to the ward.
The director was waiting at the door.
"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin," the director said straightforwardly: "The patient has just been out of danger."
Just as they both breathed a sigh of relief, the director continued.
"But his current condition is still not optimistic. We don't know what caused Mr. Lin's emotional agitation today, resulting in increased intracranial pressure."
The director looked at Lin Hao and slowly uttered the next sentence.
"I suggest that the family prepare for the future."
Lin Hao staggered, almost falling to the ground.
Fang Miao hurriedly supported her son, a look of anxiety on her face.
"Has it already come to this? Is there no other way?"
The director sighed, "The intracranial situation is now more complicated, and there are very few doctors in the world who can operate, and even they may not guarantee the success rate, after all, neurosurgery is one of the most complex surgeries in surgery."
Both Fang Miao and Lin Hao fell into silence.
After a moment, Lin Hao asked with difficulty.
"How long does he have?"
"It's hard to say, but it should be within a week or two."
Lin Hao clenched his fist, realizing that his actions must be expedited.
If he couldn't persuade that person soon, his father would be completely gone from this world.
Fang Miao was also anxious, "Understood, thank you, Director Ming."
"It's my duty." Director Ming suddenly remembered something, "Mr. Lin was murmuring the word 'sister' during resuscitation, I think it might be something that Mr. Lin is fixated on."
Usually, those working in hospitals tend to have a mindset of palliative care, trying to fulfill the wishes and regrets of patients at the end of life.
Lin Jianping clearly had deep feelings for the sister he mentioned.
But she hadn't appeared during his lengthy hospital stay, perhaps there was some misunderstanding in between.
The director felt that he should inform the family, just in case it might resolve some issues.
Yet, after he said this, he noticed that the expressions of the two people in front of him began to worsen simultaneously.
"I'll leave you for now, feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
Awkwardly urged by the embarrassment of speaking out of turn, Director Ming quickly left.
Outside the ward, Lin Hao looked through the glass on the door at his father, who was still in a state of sleep.
He then turned to look at his mother.
"I know why father's condition suddenly worsened."
Fang Miao, who was still immersed in anger that her husband was thinking of Lin Chunju at such a critical moment, snapped back by her son's words.
"There was an interview show today, and a woman named Lin Chunju was a guest."
Fang Miao's face became more and more unpleasant, "How old is she, where is she from? Is it just someone with the same name?"
"No, it should be that Lin Chunju, she's also from Daye Village."
Fang Miao gritted her teeth, "What a nuisance, she hasn't appeared for so many years, and as soon as she does, she makes old Lin , it would have been better if she had died back then."
Lin Hao immediately became tense, "No! You've forgotten? We need her life now."
Fang Miao immediately realized, the corners of her mouth turning upwards again.
"You're right! She absolutely cannot die, at least not now."
An overwhelming joy surged in Fang Miao's heart.
It seems that nuisance still has some use.
It was borrowing her family's luck that allowed the Lin Family to prosper.
This time, borrow her life, so that old Lin can get through this hurdle.
Anyway, since Lin Jianping loves her so much, he can't love her for nothing.
Of course, this matter must be kept from old Lin, otherwise—
Thinking of the consequences if discovered, Fang Miao swallowed her saliva.
Determined all the more, under no circumstances should Lin Jianping know about this matter.
Luckily, he couldn't see clearly now, and having just been resuscitated, had to lie in bed to recuperate.
Concealing it from him doesn't require the same kind of grand deceit as when they were younger.