Chapter 945: Chapter 925: Take Her to America
"The consulting experts said Miss Jiayi’s brain injury from the blow to the back of her head is too severe, causing her coma. She is currently in a pseudo-vegetative state. If she does not wake up within three months, she might become a permanent vegetative state. As for when she’ll wake up, it’s hard to say; maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe..."
At this point, George stopped speaking, unable to continue.
What he couldn’t bring himself to say was—perhaps she might never wake up.
Taking a pause, he continued, "The only certainty is that the longer the coma lasts, the more severe the oxygen deprivation to her brain will be, and the chances of waking up... will grow slimmer."
Xia Tingxuan felt her legs buckle and collapsed into her husband’s arms: "A vegetable..."
Chu Yanhan hugged her tightly, his eyes reddened. He couldn’t say a single word but was ultimately slightly more composed than his wife: "So if she doesn’t wake up in three months, Jiayi may never regain consciousness again?"
George nodded with difficulty: "That’s correct. The Boss will take Miss Jiayi to America, where the medical environment is better, offering greater protection for Miss Jiayi and the child in her womb."
This was the decision the Boss had just made, and it was also supported by several renowned domestic medical specialists.
"Tingxuan, did you hear that? Our daughter will be fine." Chu Yanhan gently stroked Xia Tingxuan’s back, offering comfort.
George said a few consoling words, then accompanied Chu Yanhan in escorting the sobbing Xia Tingxuan out of the hospital.
...
The snow-white walls of the hospital room surrounded them—it was the finest hospital room in all of Yunling.
Next to the bed were the nation’s best medical devices, working tirelessly every second to sustain the life of the person lying there.
Standing by Jiayi’s bedside, he had restrained all his sharp edges and anger, leaning close to her ear, sometimes speaking calmly, sometimes whispering in halting tones:
"The doctors said you might sleep a little longer. Alright, you win, but you can’t be too lazy," he said, as if chatting with her.
"In a few days, I’ll take you to America. Zaizai needs to stay in Yunling for school; he’ll be with your dad and mom for now. You have Xiaobao by your side. It’s fine. Zaizai’s been very well-behaved; he knows you’re going to America for treatment and hasn’t made any trouble." He gently stroked her flat abdomen.
"Wake up soon, sweetheart," he sometimes added sternly.
...
In the end, all his murmured words—gentle, demanding, earnest—melted into silence beside her ear.
Her snow-white face, with tightly shut almond eyes and drooping lashes, resembled the wilted wings of a butterfly that might never unfurl again.
Her delicate fingers curled slightly, though constantly warmed and rubbed within his palm, they remained icy and showed no sign of movement.
Huo Zhenyang stood still for a few seconds, then abruptly gritted his teeth: "Chu Jiayi, if you don’t wake up within three months, you won’t be able to save Xiaobao either. Didn’t you say you’d give up your life for this child? Do you want to see him die with you? And Zaizai asked when you’ll be discharged—how do you want me to answer that! Stop avoiding me!"
The person on the bed still showed no reaction.
Just as his despair reached its peak, a flicker of light appeared in his line of vision—
At the corner of her eye, a shimmering tear slid down.
His pupils shrank, and sweat formed on his palms. He pressed the call bell hard and rushed out of the room: "Doctor! Get over here! She’s awake!"
The attending doctor rushed in with nurses in tow and hurried to the bedside to examine the patient under Huo Zhenyang’s urgent instructions.
George also came over, and on the Boss’s handsome face, an expression of disbelief mixed with elation and excitement was apparent. However, on the bed, Jiayi—surrounded by the nation’s best medical professionals—remained as silent and unresponsive as a lifeless doll.
After a flurry of activity, the attending doctor exchanged glances with the nurses, straightened up, and faced Huo Zhenyang hesitantly:
"Mr. Huo, I think you might be mistaken..."
"Nonsense! She just cried—she can hear what I’m saying!"
He grabbed the doctor’s collar in one swift motion, lifting him off the floor instantly. The murderous fury in his glare was terrifying, enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
The doctor sighed helplessly: "Tears from vegetative patients are common physiological reflexes. Changes in external temperature—whether colder or warmer—can stimulate the lacrimal glands to produce tears. It doesn’t necessarily... necessarily mean they understand your words..."
The atmosphere froze.
His enraged gaze, crushed by this false hope, dimmed like fallen stars. After a moment, his hand released, allowing the doctor to stumble and regain his footing.
For a long while, he regained his icy, stoic demeanor—a calm like frozen water but tinted with a hint of loneliness. Worried he might disturb the bed-bound Jiayi, he uttered coldly: "Everyone, leave."
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Within five days, Huo Zhenyang swiftly arranged Jiayi’s travel plans to America.
A private jet waited at an exclusive Yunling entry-exit airstrip, staffed with a team of professional medical staff to care for the patient throughout the journey—a grand procession.
On the day of departure from Yunling, Si Yuheng drove with Liang Anya to the private airport.
Huo Zhenyang, carrying Jiayi, had already ascended the boarding stairs and entered the cabin, waiting for takeoff.
Liang Anya stepped out of the car and couldn’t resist running onto the plane to see Jiayi.
Si Yuheng watched her back, slightly regretful and a bit troubled.
Under the guidance of an assistant, Liang Anya entered the cabin.
The private jet had been transformed into a sterilized chamber with every detail designed around the patient’s comfort.
Outside the resting area, the nation’s top doctors and nurses waited at all times, prepared to handle emergencies during the flight.
Jiayi lay on a velvet sofa bed by the window in the resting area. Soft, thick cushions ensured even turbulence wouldn’t cause the slightest jolt. Her sleeping face was serene and flawless, purer than a newborn baby—untouched by malice, an embodiment of innocence. Though unconscious, she received the greatest care imaginable.
Seeing her so impeccably protected, coupled with the advanced medical technology awaiting in America, Liang Anya’s mood finally steadied somewhat.
...
After seeing Jiayi off, Liang Anya descended the boarding stairs accompanied by the Huo Family’s staff.
Watching the private jet ascend gradually into the clouds, bound for a foreign land across the sky, Liang Anya lingered, motionless.
Three months...
Xiaoyi, you absolutely have to wake up within three months.
"Miss Liang, the plane has taken off. Can we leave now? The Hall Master is urging you," said a Beiming Hall subordinate who had joined them.
Liang Anya silently walked toward the Bugatti Veyron.
Si Yuheng, noting she had finished bidding farewell to her best friend, opened the car door: "Ready to go?"
"Si Yuheng," she suddenly spoke.
Si Yuheng raised an eyebrow, warily observing her. Was she about to make yet another unreasonable request?
"...Thank you," she said hesitantly, finally voicing the words. Seeing his puzzlement, she elaborated, "Thank you for letting me come to see Xiaoyi off."
Si Yuheng’s brows furrowed slightly—had this woman actually learned to appreciate something?
Had he misheard her, or had her pregnancy hormones thrown her into clarity?
"...Even though I know you wanted to prevent my mood from affecting the baby’s development and health, I still want to thank you."
With those words, she climbed into the car and waited for him to drive.
Did she think he did it purely for the sake of the unborn heir?
Well... maybe that was true. What other reason could there be?
