CHAPTER 401: CHAPTER 402: BRAIN DEATH

Seeing Shi Mei’s dazed appearance, Aunt Chen became so heartbroken that tears fell from her eyes, and she asked, "Is there somewhere uncomfortable? Are you hungry? I’ll cook some porridge for you..."

"Aunt Chen."

"Ah!" Aunt Chen cried out in excitement.

But suddenly, when she looked up, she saw Shi Mei’s gaze suddenly become very clear.

Even though the gaze didn’t seem spirited and was even very weak, the intelligence and calmness within it couldn’t be concealed.

Besides that, Aunt Chen also noticed that her voice seemed to lack its usual delicateness and childishness compared to the old days.

Realizing this, Aunt Chen, somewhat shockingly, asked, "Young Madame, you..."

"Where is Shi Lingyan?"

Shi Mei’s voice was low, clear, and calm.

Aunt Chen had never expected Shi Mei to be this lucid and this composed!

Tears fell even more fiercely as she said, "Young Madame, have you recovered? Do you still recognize me?"

Shi Mei frowned tightly, the intense pain in her head making her too lazy to continue pretending.

With the dashcam in the car, it was obvious she wasn’t foolish, and it was only a matter of time before she couldn’t hide it anymore, so she might as well come clean and take the opportunity to "recover" to normal.

She tapped her head, and seeing this, Aunt Chen immediately understood. She hurriedly grabbed Shi Mei’s hand and said, "The doctor said you have a concussion. Headaches and dizziness are normal. Lie down for now, and I’ll have the doctor come and check on you again."

Aunt Chen clasped her hands together, her face full of excitement and emotion, "Thank heavens, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Young Madame, it’s truly wonderful. When the young master wakes up and finds you back to normal, he will be absolutely delighted."

Seeing Aunt Chen’s excited demeanor warmed Shi Mei’s heart, but hearing the latter part of her words, her heart settled even more.

Thankfully, he was still alive.

Shi Mei asked, "How is he?"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen paused, her face saddened, and tears fell again as she said, "The young master’s condition is not good. He lost too much blood, leading to brain hypoxia and now he’s in a coma... The doctor said, it’s very likely to evolve into brain death."

Brain death.

That means... a vegetable?

Shi Mei’s heart clenched, and her already weak body felt as if it lost all its strength, even her eyelids couldn’t stay open.

Seeing this, Aunt Chen was startled and immediately yelled, "Doctor, doctor!"

Shi Mei seemed to have fallen asleep again, or perhaps not.

Throb after agonizing throb, the only things left in her pained mind were those despairing words: brain death, brain death, brain death...

Tears unconsciously streamed down her cheeks, wetting the pillow without her ever knowing.

Shi Mei could hear the noise beside her ears, but she refused to open her eyes.

-

Shi Lingyan felt like he had had a dream.

In this dream, he seemed to be dying, lying in the car swaying, utterly drained, as if all his blood had been drained, his body icy cold and light as air.

In his haze, he heard that longed-for voice saying, "Ah Ling, don’t die."

Her voice was filled with sobs, full of unspeakable sadness and despair.

She seemed to be slapping his face continuously, utterly helpless.

He found it somewhat amusing.

Dreams are indeed just dreams.

The Tang Wu he knew was always decisive and strong.

She had personally stabbed him through the heart, and even if she truly didn’t want him to die, he certainly wouldn’t be able to come back to life.