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一觉醒来，天已大亮。
拨开覆盖在脸上的青丝，怀中的玉人还在沉睡。
我wokeuptothewarmraysofsunlightpeekingthroughthecurtains,illuminatingtheserenelandscapeoutsidemywindow.Thegentlebreezecarriedthesweetscentofbloomingflowers,andIcouldn‘thelpbutfeelasenseofpeacewashoverme.ButasIturnedtogazeatthepersonbesideme,myheartskippedabeat.
Mywife,LingXi,laymotionlessinmyarms,herpaleskinalmosttranslucentinthemorninglight.Herchestroseandfellwitheachslowbreath,andIcouldseethefaintpulseoflifebeatingwithinher.Ifeltasurgeofloveandprotectivenesstowardsher,andmyinstinctskickedintohighgear.
AsIcarefullyexaminedherface,Inoticedthatherskinwasdeathlypale,andherlipswerepressedtogetherinathinline.Hereyes,usuallybrightandfulloflife,weresunkenanddark,asifthey‘dlosttheirsparkle.Myheartsank,andIfeltachillrundownmyspine.
“LingXi,“Iwhispered,tryingtorouseherfromherslumber.“LingXi,wakeup.“
Shedidn‘tstir,soIgentlypriedopenhereyelidswithmythumbs,coaxinghertorespond.Hereyesflutteredopen,buttheywereunfocusedandglassy,liketwoemptypoolsofwater.Iknewthatlookalltoowell?itwasthesameexpressionsheworewhenshewasinadeepcoma.
Iquicklyscannedourroom,ensuringwewerealonebeforeleapingoutofbedandrushingtofetchhermedicalrecords.Mymindwasracingwithquestions:Whathadhappenedtoher?Whydidshelooksoweakandfragile?AndwhatcouldIdotohelpher?
Aftergrabbingherchart,Icalledforthehospital‘semergencyresponseteam,instructingthemtosendateamoverimmediately.AsIwaitedfortheirarrival,IcradledLingXiinmyarms,tryingtokeephercalmandreassureherthateverythingwouldbeokay.
Thenextfewhourspassedinablurasthemedicalstaffworkedtirelesslytostabilizehercondition.Theyrancountlesstests,checkedhervitalsigns,andinjectedvariousmedicationsintohersystem.Butnomatterwhattheydid,sheremainedunresponsive,herlifehangingprecariouslyinthebalance.
Astheminutestickedby,Icouldn‘tshakeoffthefeelingofdesperationthathadsettledinmychest.Whatifshedidn‘tmakeit?Whatifthiswasgoodbyeforgood?
JustasIwasstartingtolosehope,thehospital‘sdirector,Dr.Zhang,burstintoourroom,lookingeveryinchtheharriedadministratorhewas.
“What‘sthelatest?“Iasked,tryingtokeepmyvoicesteady.
“Notgood,“Dr.Zhangrepliedgrimly,hiseyesscanningLingXi‘schartbeforemeetingmine.“Herheartrateisstilltoolow,andherbrainwavesareinacomastate.We‘redoingeverythingwecan,but...I‘mafraidtheprognosisisn‘tlookingpromising.“
Myheartsankfurther,asifithadalreadyhitrockbottom.IfeltlikeIwasdrowningindespair,unabletobreatheorthinkstraight.
“Isthereanythingelsewecando?“Iasked,myvoicecrackingwithdesperation.
Dr.Zhanghesitatedbeforespeakingup.“We‘rerunningoutofoptions.We‘vetriedeverypossibletreatment,but...there‘sonemorethingwecantry.“
Ifeltaglimmerofhopesparkwithinme.“Whatisit?“
Dr.Zhangtookadeepbreath.“Wecanperformanexperimentalproceduretostimulateherbrainactivity.It‘salongshot,andtherearerisksinvolved,but...itmightjustbeworthit.“
Withouthesitation,Inoddedmyagreement.“Let‘sdoit.“