I'll cherish you for life.
Old Cheng sighed, "You're so lucky to have such a wife, Brother Zhou."
He didn't say the second half of his sentence aloud—"Seize the day and strive, for time waits for no one. We've been through many separations and reunions, seen life and death together. While I'm still alive, I should treat her well."
Zhou Qishen's surgery was scheduled for 2 PM, and it was personally handled by the hospital's best brain disease medical team.
Neurosurgery is unlike any other procedure; even the smallest minimally invasive surgery requires absolute bed rest and observation for 48 hours. A male nurse came to do the final pre-operative preparations for him. Zhou Qishen changed into his surgical gown, his hair drooping, and he appeared much more peaceful.
Secretary Xu and the others were all there, forming a circle around the bed.
Zhou Qishen clicked his tongue, "Could you guys change your formation? It looks like a funeral service."
Gu Heping retorted, "If you can't stand it, then do your best to finish the surgery quickly, otherwise I'll irritate you every day and arrange blind dates for your wife every day."
Zhou Qishen clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, expressing his admiration.
Afterwards, they all tacitly left the ward, leaving time for the couple.
A moment of silence fell; the curtains that had been fluttering in the wind just a second ago were now still.
Zhou Qishen was still handsome; if it weren't for his clothes, one wouldn't have noticed a trace of illness. He reached out his hand to Zhao Xiyin, "Xi'er, come here."
Zhao Xiyin obediently took his hand and nestled quietly in his arms.
The two people were tightly embracing on the narrow single bed.
Zhao Xiyin took a deep breath in his collar and whispered, "I don't like the smell of medicine on you."
Zhou Qishen hummed in agreement, "From now on, it will only taste like you."
Zhao Xiyin frowned. "Zhou Qishen's mouth is a lying devil."
He smiled. "This is the last time, I promise."
Zhao Xiyin wrapped her arms around his waist and gently scratched it with her index finger.
Zhou Qishen squeezed her wrist and said softly, "After my surgery, Secretary Xu arranged for a caregiver. Since you don't come to the hospital these few days, I'll have Heping and the others take you out for some good food. You've lost weight and don't look well. Rest well and don't overwork yourself."
Zhao Xiyin didn't respond, closed her eyes, and took a short nap in his arms.
Half an hour later, a nurse knocked on the door and told Zhou Qishen to go into the operating room.
Zhao Xiyin got up quietly and stood silently to the side ever since.
With the help of Lao Cheng and the others, a group of people escorted Zhou Qishen's gurney to the operating room on the tenth floor.
The corridor was only ten meters long, and the doctor gestured for them to stop.
Zhou Qishen lay on the bed, slightly raising his head, subconsciously looking for Zhao Xiyin. But she remained at the back, head down, her emotions calm.
The operating room door slowly slid open.
"Zhou Qishen!" Zhao Xiyin suddenly called his name and then quickly walked over from behind.
Their hands instinctively clasped together.
Just as Zhou Qishen was about to comfort her, Zhao Xiyin suddenly leaned down and whispered in his ear, "The results of your paternity test with Aunt Fei are in."
Zhou Qishen was taken aback.
Zhao Xiyin: "Want to know? Then come out properly. If you dare to get into trouble, I will never tell you."
Zhou Qishen's lips trembled slightly.
The doctor has come to urge us on; it's time.
As the bed continued forward, the two people's clasped hands gradually drifted apart.
As their fingers parted, Zhao Xiyin looked at him, her words growing faster and faster, "Zhou Qishen, if you dare not come out alive, I'll remarry with your child, make him take another man's surname, and use your money to support a gigolo, to make you furious."
Zhao Xiyin finally burst into tears, tightly gripping his fingers, unwilling to let go, unwilling to let go.
She whispered in his ear, her voice choked with emotion, "Brother Zhou, Little Zhou and I are waiting for you."
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According to the doctor who performed the surgery that day, this patient was truly peculiar.
Even with general anesthesia, his heart rate remained stubbornly high at 180...
Chapter 92 A Perfect Match, A Lasting Bond (1)
Zhou Qishen's surgery wasn't particularly long, but it wasn't short either. He went into the operating room at 2 PM and didn't come out until 5:55 PM.
The surgery went smoothly without any bleeding. The tissue sample was sent for testing, and the results would be available the next day. When Zhou Qishen was wheeled out, he was wearing a thick oxygen mask that took up half the size of his face, and he had an IV in his hand. Various monitors were attached to him, making it look like a very large operation.
Before entering the operating room, Zhao Xiyin told Zhou Qishen an explosive piece of news that could be heard within a five-meter radius. Gu Heping and Lao Cheng were shocked; their heartbeats were as pounding as the "180" inside, never quite normal.
The two grown men, without any instruction, quite consciously "detained" Zhao Xiyin in the lounge. Their excuse was that a pregnant woman shouldn't get agitated, and they didn't want her to worry about anything anymore.
When Zhou Qishen comes out, he'll definitely look terrifying. They really didn't want Zhao Xiyin to worry. While waiting, Gu Heping and Lao Cheng each unleashed a barrage of curses:
"Brother Zhou, you bastard."
"That Zhou guy is shameless."