Qi Zhao was the first to notice Chi Yu had awoken.
He had been by her bedside, and when he saw her eyelashes tremble, he immediately stood up, suppressing his excitement, softly calling her name.
Chi Yu slowly opened her eyes, gazing at him in a dazed, unfocused way for two seconds before erupting into a violent coughing fit.
Thick blood spurted from her mouth, staining the oxygen mask.
Qi Zhao hurriedly removed the mask while frantically shouting for the doctor.
Outside the operating room.
Qi Zhao sat on the bench, his eyes red and his limbs trembling uncontrollably.
His hands were covered in blood—Chi Yu's blood.
A growing sense of dread threatened to drown him.
The doctor's words echoed in his mind over and over, *The situation is not optimistic; even if the surgery is successful, her body may never recover. She could very well spend the rest of her life in a hospital room.*
