"What, what did you say? You said he only has three months to live?"
The doctor sighed helplessly and left.
ng Yan was completely bewildered. He stared blankly at the person being wheeled out from inside, utterly at a loss as to whether the doctor’s words were true. He had never imagined that Rong Lan only had three months left. If that were the case, why did he still volunteer to join the movie shoot instead of resting well at ho?
"Was it for Qin Miaomiao? Did you agree to shoot the film for her company just to see her one last ti, was that it, Rong Lan?" ng Yan murmured to himself as he sat by the bedside, staring at the man wearing a respiratory mask.
Beside him, the heart monitor displayed calm readings, but ng Yan’s emotions were anything but. He found it extrely difficult to face the fact that Rong Lan had only three months to live, even harder to accept that Rong Lan might not make it through this ordeal. The doctor’s words left him with not even one percent optimism.
The atmosphere felt stifling, and his mood grew heavy. He stood up and walked to the window, seeing that the night outside was still a deep black. He couldn’t tell if Rong Lan would have the chance to wake up again.
Qin Miaomiao stared at her safely bandaged toe, feeling slightly calr. She looked at Lu Qing and said, "Honey, I want to see Rong Lan."
"I’ll go with you."
Lu Qing wasn’t sure if Rong Lan had been brought out of the ergency room yet, so he called ng Yan.
"Has Rong Lan co out yet?"
"He’s out; you can co over now."
Lu Qing nodded to Qin Miaomiao: "Rong Lan is in the ICU; let’s go over now."
Lu Qing and Qin Miaomiao, wearing sterile gowns, carefully opened the ICU door and saw ng Yan dressed similarly. The three exchanged a glance, and the room fell silent.
Looking at Rong Lan on the bed with the ventilator, Qin Miaomiao’s heart was breaking. She looked at the person on the bed with distress, and tears spilled from her eyes.
Lu Qing saw that Qin Miaomiao looked pale. Even through the mask, he could sense her complex emotions. Watching her tears fall, he couldn’t help but squeeze Qin Miaomiao’s hand: "It’s alright, Miao Miao, don’t be sad."
ng Yan hadn’t spoken a single word from start to finish because he still hadn’t erged from his shock. The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he beca about whether Rong Lan could even make it through today. He couldn’t fathom how Qin Miaomiao would react if she knew all this. This thought made him restless, and after exchanging a glance with Lu Qing, he walked out of the ICU.
"Miao Miao, I need to step out for a mont."
Qin Miaomiao didn’t speak; she cast a faint glance at Lu Qing as he left, her gaze still lingering on the closed-eyed Rong Lan. She was still worried about when Rong Lan could open his eyes.
"Can you open your eyes and look at ... Rong Lan, I shouldn’t have left you. Why did I listen to you back then? You were always thinking of , and I never considered that when I left, you were already too weak. It’s all my fault, all my fault."
Once more, Qin Miaomiao wept uncontrollably. Her inner panic and distress were all because of seeing Rong Lan in his current state. She couldn’t even let herself think about what Rong Lan’s last thought might have been when he lost consciousness. If only ng Yan had been there earlier, if only ng Yan had discovered Rong Lan sooner, would he have still been conscious?
There is no redy for regret in this world, and the things Qin Miaomiao thought about could never co to pass. So she held Rong Lan’s hand miserably, feeling that his hand had no warmth. Her heart felt empty, gradually being filled to the brim with guilt.
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