After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash-Chapter 352: Wishing Through Fleeting Years (Part 13)

These words were like spikes, piercing accurately and relentlessly into Wen Jiao’s heart.

Wen Jiao’s figure swayed, her complexion instantly turned pale, she looked at Shen Jinci, fury filled her eyes, "What did you say! Say it again!"

Bian Yue quickly steadied Wen Jiao and frowned at Shen Jinci, her eyes full of disapproval as she said urgently and gravely: "Jinci, stop talking! I’ve been waiting here with Wen Jiao for a long time, go back and check on Xiaoxiao!"

Shen Jinci may appear cold to others, but he never refuses Bian Yue’s requests.

He paused, then turned and walked away.

Wen Jiao felt all strength leave her body, with Bian Yue and Shen Zhaoli supporting her, she sat down again.

"Wen Jiao...don’t be nervous, nothing bad will happen, it definitely won’t." Bian Yue said softly, "I apologize on behalf of Jinci, I don’t know what got into him."

Tears became more evident in Wen Jiao’s eyes as she looked at Bian Yue, and after a long while, she gave a self-deprecating smile, "Yueyue, I’m not angry at him, I’m angry at myself, I feel so powerless."

Bian Yue felt that Wen Jiao’s hands were ice cold.

Bian Yue’s face showed empathy and she wanted to say more comforting words, but Wen Jiao had already closed her eyes, hoarsely saying: "Go back and keep Jinci company. I understand what he means, it’s just...I can’t accept it."

Nearby, Shen Zhaoli nodded at Bian Yue, agreeing with Wen Jiao’s suggestion.

Bian Yue left, leaving only Wen Jiao and Shen Zhaoli by the operating room door.

Shen Zhaoli supported Wen Jiao’s shoulder, letting her lean on him.

He started talking, his voice soft, "Actually, my mother was given a critical illness notice many years ago, more than once, Jiaojiao, but human life is much tougher than we imagine. Many people choose to keep living for their loved ones, despite how painful it might be. I believe that dad will not give up on himself."

Wen Jiao remained tearfully silent, her tears soaking the front of Shen Zhaoli’s shirt, burning hot.

She said, "I know...I know dad will live for me, Zhaoli, I am a very selfish person. I want him to always be with me, never to leave me. But I also know this thought is too selfish. No one is destined to live just for someone else, and my dad is no different."

As Wen Jiao spoke, her tears continued to fall, she covered her face, sobbing until her voice trembled, "I am just...just too afraid of losing him. Even though I know he’s been in a lot of pain since he fell ill, I still don’t want him to leave, I can’t bear it...."

The corridor was very quiet, the light swayed by the moving curtains, casting shadows on the floor.

Shen Zhaoli’s face touched Wen Jiao’s forehead, his usual carefree demeanour replaced by solemnity.

He gently patted Wen Jiao’s back, paused, then said quietly: "You have me, I’m with you in this, no matter the outcome, whether good or bad."

Wen Jiao felt like she had grabbed onto a lifebuoy in a helpless verdict of life and death.

In fact, that lifebuoy had always been in front of her, but it wasn’t until today that Wen Jiao truly mustered the courage to reach out.

Because she could finally be sure, that no matter what happens, the person in front of her would never leave her.

The surgery continued until the first light of dawn, finally coming to an end.

But Wen Jiao couldn’t relax her nerves.

The attending doctor looked exhausted as he spoke to the terrified woman in front of him, quietly saying: "Your father’s condition won’t be critical for now, but we can’t be certain how long this surgery will keep him safe. It could be a year or two, or maybe...just a few days."

Shen Zhaoli was inside the hospital room, accompanying the doctor and nurse as they checked on Wen Yongwei’s body.

Wen Jiao stood alone outside the door, hearing the attending doctor’s words, it was like the sword of judgment had, in this instant, fallen upon her head, drenched in blood.

Wen Jiao was unwilling to accept this, saying, "What about next time?"

The attending doctor looked sympathetic as he said, "Miss Wen, your father’s body cannot withstand another organ transplant. You should be very clear that this was never a long-term solution, and the number of surgeries one can undergo is limited."

Wen Jiao knew, Wen Jiao knew everything.

She just still had that sliver of hope, but now, hope had finally been completely shattered.

Wen Jiao took a deep breath, barely maintaining her last composure, "Are you saying that now I can only leave it to fate?"

"If you really wish to prolong your father’s life, we would suggest intubation treatment when he loses consciousness."

Wen Jiao’s heart fell into the abyss.

She did not ask further, turned around, seemingly soulless, and walked dully into the ward.

Shen Zhaoli noticed Wen Jiao’s restlessness, he came forward and supported her to sit down by his side.

He said, "Jiaojiao, I’ll take care of dad in this room, why don’t you go to the next room and get some sleep? You haven’t slept all night, your body can’t take it." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Wen Jiao knew she was already feeling completely drained.

Not from physical fatigue, but from spiritual desolation.

Nothing is more excruciating than spiritual desolation for a person.

Wen Jiao’s eyes shifted, some sense returning, she looked at Shen Zhaoli and said softly, "I don’t want to sleep, I want to be the first to talk to dad when he wakes up... Zhaoli, you go and rest, you are also very tired."

Shen Zhaoli silently watched Wen Jiao, his fingertips gently brushing away tears from under her eyes, his feelings of distress very genuine.

"I won’t sleep, I’ll stay with you."

Thus, in the ward, only the stable, regular sounds of the machines could be heard.

Until the dawn broke, and bright sunlight streamed in, shining on Wen Yongwei’s face, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad... dad...." Wen Jiao started, but was already unable to stop crying, crying so hard she could not speak clearly.

Instead, Wen Yongwei looked at her helplessly, weakly saying, "This child... I’ve walked back from the brink of death and not even shed a tear, look at you, what a mess you have become?"

Wen Jiao couldn’t stop shaking her head, she said, "Dad... I want you to live a long and healthy life, I don’t want anything to happen to you."

Shen Zhaoli stood up, looked towards Wen Yongwei, and said gently, "You and Jiaojiao talk first, I’ll call the doctor."

He intentionally left, giving father and daughter a moment alone.

With the sound of the door closing, Wen Yongwei weakly raised his hand, wanting to wipe Wen Jiao’s tears, "You’re no longer a child, why do you still cry so much..."

"Dad... are you in a lot of pain, does your body hurt?"

Wen Jiao choked up, saying, "It’s all my fault, these years, making you worry about me."

"Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Yongwei said with a loving smile, "Jiaojiao, you are the biggest pride of my life."