815.
In another ward, Yun Qian fell unconscious on the bed.
After nearly twenty hours of continuous high-intensity surgery, her body was completely unable to bear it, and it could be said that she had to endure it completely.
The operation was over at this moment. After examination, it was found that she was overworked and there was nothing serious. She could just rest well.
The next day, early morning.
When Yun Qian woke up, the first thing she asked was how was Zhang Feng
The researcher looked a little embarrassed, shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "The situation is not very good."
Hearing this, Yun Qian's heart skipped a beat.
She had more say than anyone else about how the operation was going, after all, she performed it herself.
She could ensure that nothing unexpected happened during the operation, so why would it be bad now
Holding back the anxiety in his heart, he asked, "What's going on? Tell me clearly."
"Four hours after the operation, the anesthesia wore off, and he still hasn't woken up until now. His brain fell into a deep sleep."
Hearing this, tears suddenly burst out of Yun Qian's eyes uncontrollably, and she sat on the hospital bed and cried.
The brain falls into a deep sleep, which is the biggest failure in the success of the surgery.
I say this because the operation was indeed successful and Zhang Feng's life was saved. But the brain did not wake up, which is commonly known as a vegetative state.
He bit his lip tightly with his white teeth, but couldn't stop his tears.
"Why, why, why is this happening?" Yun Qian muttered repeatedly.
The researcher didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only quietly exit the ward, leaving her space to herself.
Yun Qian in the ward was lying on her side and curled up.
Half an hour later, the door to Yun Qian's ward opened and she walked out.
Xiao Zhenhua stood at the door of the ward. He had been waiting here half an hour ago and had prepared some words of comfort.
But when he saw Yun Qian, he didn't say a word.
Because there was a smile on Yun Qian's face, a light smile. To him, this smile was dazzling.
"I'm fine. Medically speaking, there is a chance of waking up from this kind of deep sleep. I will watch him wake up. Mr. Xiao, please arrange a car to take us home. With us at home, he has a better chance of waking up. big."
Xiao Zhenhua didn't know what to say, so he could only nodded heavily, turned around, and sighed deeply.
Yun Qian sat on a chair in the aisle and dialed Zhuo Chaoyun's phone number.
He told Zhuo Chaoyun the matter without any concealment, and the latter's crying sound came from the phone.
Yun Qian comforted him: "Sister Chaoyun, can Zhang Feng stay with us all the time? He will definitely wake up, right?"
"Yes. He will definitely wake up." Zhuo Chaoyun sobbed, his voice trembling.
Xiao Zhenhua arranged a car and called the old man at the same time.
The old man just said: "I understand."
He had watched Zhang Feng grow up step by step, and when he heard the news, his heart ached.
Yun Qian took Zhang Feng back to the small building in the military compound.
As the days passed, Zhang Dashan would come over every night, sit alone by Zhang Feng's bed, stay for an hour, and then leave.
As soon as Chen Wanru got the news, she rushed back to Kyoto from Europe and moved into a small building without leaving.
Zhuo Chaoyun hired the most professional professional managers to manage the company, and the only thing left every day was to take care of Zhang Feng.
Yun Qian, on the other hand, was dedicated to reproducing the fetus. It could be said that the child in her belly became Zhuo Chaoyun and Chen Wanru's only spiritual sustenance.
The days passed like this day by day.
Three months later, Yun Qian went into labor and the child was born smoothly, a boy.
Zhang Haoran, Haoran is upright! The name was given by Zhang Dashan.
It was on this day that Zhang Feng woke up. It was not like waking up, but like waking up with a start, and his eyes suddenly opened.
Zhuo Chaoyun, who was about to leave with the bowl in hand, was stunned. The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces without him realizing it.
"Chaoyun." Zhang Feng's voice was hoarse after not speaking for three months.
"Ah." Zhuo Chaoyun screamed.
"What's wrong? Chaoyun." Chen Wanru, who was in the living room, heard the scream and ran in quickly. What she saw was Zhang Feng with his eyes open.
She was also stunned!
Yun Qian walked in with her child in her arms, also stunned.
Zhang Feng opened his eyes and wanted to stand up, but found that his muscles were soft and he could not stand at all.
"Give me Haoran." Zhang Feng actually called out the child's name directly, which surprised several women present, but they were immediately overcome by the surprise of Zhang Feng waking up.
Yun Qian quickly placed the arrogant child next to Zhang Feng.
The little guy was very dishonest. He just started to crawl and rubbed himself against Zhang Feng. Grandma's little palm touched Zhang Feng's cheek.
The connection of flesh and blood, the connection of the same blood, gave Zhang Feng a feeling that he couldn't let go.
In fact, during these three months, Zhang Feng seemed to be in a deep sleep to outsiders. But only Zhang Feng himself knew that he was not asleep at all, but that he could not move anywhere in his body, and could not even open his eyelids.
But all his senses are there, he can hear sounds, smell smells, and think independently.
So he knew everything that happened, and he was not surprised to be able to call his son's name.
When Zhang Dashan came, there were tears in his eyes. Although he quickly covered them up, he was still crying.
The old man is here.
"How's your body?"
"I'm afraid it will take a while."
"for how long?"
"A month at most." Zhang Feng sneered: "Old man, I am also a patient now. Don't you have some sympathy?"
"Too many things happened during this period. I also want to be sympathetic, but some people don't want to give us this time." The old man said pointedly.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng's brows also knitted together tightly. What on earth happened that made the old man say such things.
"Just tell me."
The old man did not speak, but took out two pieces of paper from his pocket. One of them is full of English, and the layout looks like a newspaper. The other one is folded, so you can clearly see what is written on it.
Opening the newspaper in front of Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng suddenly understood what was going on!
Waltz!
When Waltz was returned to Area 51, the agreed method of contact was through newspapers.
Waltz will publish a missing person notice in the New York Times under the name of a Chinese named Michael Chang, looking for his family members who were separated many years ago.
The time I read the newspaper again was a month ago!