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"Please …"
He pursed his lips, fighting the lump in his throat.
The attending physician gave him a long look before turning around and entering the ICU.
Ji Jingchen sat on the waiting seat without saying a word. Seeing this, Luan Zhi and Min Ann'ge, who had just arrived, did not dare to ask any further. They just sat quietly to the side and waited.
Finally, the ICU door opened and the attending physician came out.
Ji Jingchen immediately asked: "How is it?"
"Miss Wen has already woken up, but she still needs some time to recuperate," the attending doctor said while looking at the three of them, "The daily visit time for the family must not exceed one hour."
An hour is too short...
Ji Jingchen frowned in annoyance, but in the end, he did not raise any objections, "Can I go see her now?"
The attending physician nodded slightly. "Put these on."
Saying that, he asked the nurse to pass Ji Jingchen some aseptic hoods and coats.
Ji Jingchen followed the nurse into the ICU.
Although Luan Zhi and Min Ann'ge also wanted to go in, they didn't mention it as Wen Tiantian needed to rest and Ji Jingchen had already gone in to visit.
Still, they talked to the attending physician about Wen Tiantian's condition.
At that time, Ji Jingchen walked into the ICU and saw Wen Tiantian resting with her eyes closed.
As he walked forward, Wen Tiantian seemed to have noticed something and slowly opened her eyes.
Even though the mask covered his face, and the hood and jacket made it impossible for her to see his original figure, Wen Tiantian still recognized Ji Jingchen at a glance.
Because the way he looked at her was unique.
"You're here," Wen Tiantian said with a faint smile. "Sorry for making you worry."
"Don't say these things, take a good rest."
Ji Jingchen looked at her gently, while he clenched his fist tightly.
She became more and more haggard. This coma seemed to have taken away most of her essence energy, causing her already precarious body to become even more haggard.
Ji Jingchen hid the despair in his eyes. What he felt the most was helplessness.
"Ji Jingchen?"
Wen Tiantian seemed to have sensed Ji Jingchen's uneasiness and called out to him weakly.
When Ji Jingchen raised his head again, there was no longer that feeling of despair on his face.
"I'm here, Tiantian, I've always been here."
Ji Jingchen did not dare to touch her. In his eyes, Wen Tiantian was like a fragile porcelain doll.
Maybe if he wasn't careful, she'd crash into pieces.
He clenched his fists and used his nails to dig into his palms to ease the pain in his heart.
At the very least, he couldn't show anything wrong in front of Wen Tiantian.
"Have a good rest. The doctor said that as long as you take a good rest, your body will gradually recover."
The moment Ji Jingchen finished speaking, the nurse reminded him that the patient had just woken up and shouldn't stay any longer.
"You can go back. I'm fine now."
Wen Tiantian pursed her lips and gave him a reassuring smile.
Her pale lips, however, made this smile carry a soul-stirring beauty.
Ji Jingchen was in no mood to appreciate it. He only knew that his Tiantian was enduring the pain of her illness.
He longed for time to go faster, to save Tiantian from this pain — but he also longed for time to slow down, because this might be the last time he would be with Tiantian.
"I'll come see you another day."
Ji Jingchen did not say much, but Wen Tiantian took in the intense emotions that were expressed in his eyes.
As she watched Ji Jingchen leave, her gaze became more and more serious.
Can't hold on anymore? Her body … Is it time to run out of oil?
Coma, transfer ward... And before Ji Jingchen left, there was an unconcealable feeling of nostalgia.
Everything was telling her that her condition was deteriorating and that she might not see the sun tomorrow.
No, she must survive.
Her children, her husband, her friends and relatives, the children of the orphanage.
Everyone was waiting for her to defeat the disease.
Wen Tiantian, you can't just give up like this, you can't …
Ji Jingchen did not move out of the ward after Wen Tiantian went into intensive care.
He was still in the hospital to learn anything about Wen Tiantian's condition.
However, every time, the attending physician would give him bad news. In fact, he would even issue three notifications of critical illness!
Luan Zhi and Min Ann'ge came almost every day, and Ji Jingchen would occasionally let them in to visit him. Every time they came out, Luan Zhi's eyes would turn red.
They had also personally witnessed Wen Tiantian's weakening appearance.
Even after a month, Wen Tiantian still showed no signs of getting better.
The attending doctor looked through her tests and rubbed his brow in a troubled way.
"How is it?"
Ji Jingchen asked nervously.
The attending doctor smiled bitterly, "What else can we do? It had already been seven months, and the child was basically formed. At this time, there was no longer any possibility of removing it. Otherwise, not only will it be fatal damage to the fetus, it will also be extremely dangerous to the mother. "
He pointed at the numbers on the index, "Miss Wen's body can't withstand an operation at all!"
Ji Jingchen fell into silence. His expression was extremely ugly, and the gloom between his brows was frightening.
The attending doctor sighed and comforted her, "Don't worry too much. In a few days, Miss Wen's condition will improve a little, and even if it's just a little bit, we can give her a cesarean section."
"Caesarean section?"
Ji Jingchen's long and narrow eyes immediately stared at the attending doctor, "Will it be dangerous?"
The attending physician nodded, as if it was a matter of course.
"Since it is an operation, there is a certain risk," the attending doctor said frankly. "If it is an ordinary pregnant woman, we will examine her to confirm that the child is about to be born and that the pregnant woman's health allows for a caesarean section."
Ji Jingchen did not understand this. While he was listening carefully, he heard a change in the attending physician's tone.
"However, Miss Wen's physical condition does not allow for this operation. All the indexes are too low, so the risk of surgery is extremely high."
Is the risk of surgery high?
Ji Jingchen was shocked and immediately rejected the idea, "I don't accept any risks!"
The attending physician could not bear to strike at him, but in accordance with his professional ethics and character, he still told him the truth.
"Mr Ji, there's no other way."
He closed the pen in his hand and put it aside. "It's impossible for Miss Wen to give birth naturally, and it's already too late for surgery …"
"What I didn't say was that even if we have a caesarean section, it is only a high probability of saving the child."
"A high probability of saving the child?"
Ji Jingchen looked at him in shock, as if the sky had already collapsed.
"What do you mean? "What about Tiantian?"