Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 248: Old Master He’s Surgery

Chapter 248: Chapter 248: Old Master He’s Surgery

"Are you sure you don’t want to share your love story? The moment I saw you, I really wanted to write a song. I feel like your story must be colorful and perfect for a song," Wang Yixuan still wouldn’t give up, his handsome face beaming with a brilliant smile.

Fu Han, having had enough, put on her sunglasses and then unceremoniously rolled her eyes. Her upbringing told her that rolling one’s eyes in front of others was impolite, so she could only use sunglasses to cover it up.

Instead of replying to Wang Yixuan, she immediately took out her phone and called her driver, telling him to pick her up as soon as possible.

Considering her limited interactions with Wang Yixuan, she found him to be not only thick-skinned but also persistent; perhaps he would really never leave unless, as he said, Fu Han told her story.

As she packed up her drawing board, she deluded herself into ignoring everything Wang Yixuan said, practicing selective hearing.

Fortunately, although Wang Yixuan kept trying to dig out her story, he didn’t stop her from leaving when she was ready to go. He just found an unoccupied lounge chair to sit down, then opened his guitar case and pulled out a guitar.

Before Fu Han’s car started, she heard the melodious sound of the guitar, and faintly, she could hear Wang Yixuan singing; to be precise, he was humming, as Fu Han couldn’t make out a word of the lyrics.

But she thought the singing was very beautiful, clear as the call of a phoenix, the melody spreading far and wide in ripples, layer upon layer, endlessly spreading. It was hard to imagine that such a noisy person could have such a captivating voice.

Fu Han got back to the villa early, it wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and the vast villa was empty.

The Filipino maid was sunbathing downstairs and greeted Fu Han enthusiastically, "Lady, the gentleman and the madam went out shopping, they will be back soon."

"Okay," Fu Han nodded, then turned around and went back to her room upstairs.

Her room had the best natural light in the entire villa, with two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking out from the windows, she could see the distant sea.

If she opened the windows, she could also hear the sound of the waves; if there was a breeze, she could feel the salty sea air, faintly bitter, just like her mood at the moment.

Fu Han set up her drawing board again, wanting to finish the painting she hadn’t completed earlier, but when she opened the drawing board, she was stunned. What was on the board wasn’t her incomplete painting at all, but rather a completely finished piece.

Although the drawing was simply in black and white and the lines were minimalist, the few strokes vividly outlined the panorama of Moon Bay; it would be nearly impossible to accomplish this without extensive expertise.

Fu Han thought to herself, Nan Qing was very good at painting, but she specialized in oil painting, the kind with thick and heavy colors. Her paintings were impressive, often combining unexpected colors that looked particularly striking together.

The painting before her, however, maximized the use of simplicity and clarity and was also very attractive. At first glance, it appeared unremarkable, but the more one looked, the more one could see that every stroke was exquisitely crafted, surprisingly so.

Fu Han thought to herself that this person must indeed be very talented, and if he wasn’t so curious, she might not be so put off by him.

...

In A City, outside the Operating Room.

Old Master He had already been in surgery for nearly four hours, and in that time, a nurse had delivered blood bags twice; He Xing looked paler each time he saw this, and he was beginning to regret whether it had been the right decision to let his grandfather undergo surgery.

Xia Ning had arrived early and had been waiting with He Xing for nearly four hours without eating or drinking; it was now lunchtime. She looked at He Xing and said softly, "Brother He Xing, you haven’t eaten all morning. I’ll order some takeout, you should eat a bit at noon."

"You go eat yourself, I’m not hungry." He Xing now couldn’t even drink water, let alone anything else.

Xia Ning bit her lip and moved closer to He Xing, coquettishly saying, "Brother He Xing, it breaks my heart to see you not eating. If you don’t eat, I won’t eat either."

"Then don’t eat," He Xing said without an ounce of pity; in fact, he was annoyed by Xia Ning’s constant attempts to chat with him, finding it too noisy.

There were other people waiting outside the Operating Room, and Xia Ning couldn’t save her face any longer, nor could she continue to coax He Xing with thick skin, so she stifled her words.

A few minutes later, Liang Tao came over and leaned in to whisper something in He Xing’s ear.

He Xing, already looking upset, now appeared even more troubled. He quickly took out his phone, opened his email, and checked – indeed, there was an email sent five minutes ago with the word "urgent" prefixed, indicating it needed immediate attention.

The content of the email was simple, just a photo, and because it was shot from a distance, one couldn’t make out the faces of the people in it at all.

Nevertheless, He Xing instantly recognized the girl in the white cotton loose dress with disheveled hair and sunglasses as Fu Han, but the man standing next to her was unfamiliar to him, although he seemed somewhat familiar.

He Xing’s face turned a shade of steely blue as he commanded, "This man beside her needs to be identified immediately, now."

Liang Tao, a tall figure over one meter eighty, stood hunched before He Xing and said in a low voice, "Boss, I... we have already checked, but we couldn’t find anything."

"What?" He Xing’s pupils shook, and his obsidian eyes flashed with the energy to devastate the earth.

"Boss..." Beads of sweat rolled down Liang Tao’s forehead as he summoned the courage to continue, "When we got this photo, I had already asked people to check, but it’s different over there, international influence is intertwined in complex ways, and it took tremendous effort for our people to even get this photo; when they tried to identify the person, they found nothing."

Just as He Xing was about to say something, the door of the Operating Room was suddenly opened, and he quickly rushed to greet the emerging figure, "Doctor, how is my grandfather?"

The surgery for Old Master He was unprecedented in scope; prior to the surgery, each expert had been assigned specific issues to address.

One of the experts, his hair turning white, spoke, "President He, all we can say is that every step of the surgery went as planned. The only problem was that the bleeding exceeded our expectations. As for the outcome of the surgery, if Old Master He wakes up within three days, it will be considered a success."

"And if he doesn’t wake up within three days?" He Xing’s question came with a slight tremble, indicating his worry, and he was completely oblivious that Xia Ning had taken the opportunity to move closer to him.

The expert sighed, his voice heavy as he said, "If he doesn’t wake up, there’s a possibility he might remain in a vegetative state for the rest of his life, until the end of his days."