When I woke up, my whole body ached, and my internal organs felt like they were twisted into a pretzel, convulsing.
I was still alive.
I felt extremely guilty.
I knew I had caused trouble for Wen Jiayou again.
As my consciousness faded, I dialed the emergency contact number.
I knew that Zhen Zhuo would definitely abandon me.
The only one who could save me was Wen Jiayou.
Looking at Wen Jiayou's exhausted and haggard appearance, I opened my mouth, my voice hoarse: "Junior, I'm sorry."
Wen Jiayou's eyes turned red as he glared at me: "What are you saying!"
"You were injured, there was bleeding in your frontal lobe, and you underwent intracranial drainage surgery."
"If it hadn't been for the timely delivery, your little life wouldn't have been saved."
I reached up to touch my head.
My hair had been shaved off.
I must look too ugly to be seen.
I weakly let my hands drop, sadness surging in my heart.
Wen Jiayou patted the back of my hand: "It's okay. Once the drainage tube is removed and you wear a wig, you'll still be beautiful as ever."
I forced a smile.
Wen Jiayou fell silent for a moment and handed me my phone: "Zhen Zhuo has called more than a dozen times."
"Do you want him to come over?"
I shook my head.
Wen Jiayou sighed, said nothing more, and turned to leave the hospital room.
I opened my phone and saw many missed calls.
In addition to Zhen Zhuo, there were also calls from my mother-in-law Mao Ruyun and Wen Ling.
I stared blankly at the phone, recalling everything that had happened at Universal Studios.
Zhen Zhuo received a call from Wen Ling, looking flustered.
I fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
Bystanders called for emergency help.
In my blurry vision, I saw a familiar figure rushing over.
" Yu Zhu, are you okay?"
" Yu Zhu, don't scare me."
" Yu Zhu, hang in there."
" Yu Zhu, I love you."
" Yu Zhu..."
I struggled to open my eyes and saw Wen Jiayou's face.
His eyes were filled with anxiety and worry.
I used all my strength to hold his hand and uttered my last request in this life: "Wen Jiayou, save me."
"I don't want... to die."
Wen Jiayou nodded with tears in his eyes: "You won't die; I won't let you die."
"Trust me."
I blinked hard, my consciousness gradually fading.
I trust Wen Jiayou.
Wen Jiayou is someone I can believe in.
In college, he was an outstanding graduate from the medical department.
After graduation, he could have stayed at the university or worked in a large public hospital.
But he gave up those opportunities to become a volunteer doctor in a remote mountainous area.
He said there were people there who needed him more.
Compared to Wen Jiayou, I felt utterly insignificant.
I am selfish, cowardly, and timid...
How can someone like me be worthy of Wen Jiayou's kindness and nobility?
How can someone like me deserve Wen Jiayou to make sacrifices for me?
Yet I happened to meet Wen Jiayou.
That fool.
Why is he so good to me?
I clearly don't deserve it.
20
"Senior Sister, why not tell him?"
"He is your husband; he has the right to know."
"No, don't tell him."
"I don't want... to disappoint him."
"Senior Sister, by doing this, you will only make him suffer more."
"What should I do then?"
"I don't know, I really don't know..."
I covered my face, tears streaming down through my fingers.
Once, I begged Jiaoyou not to tell anyone about my Kidney Cancer, especially Zhen Zhuo.
I thought I could rely on Zhen Zhuo.
I thought he would help me through this tough time.
I thought our love could conquer everything.
But in the end, I realized I could only rely on myself.
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