The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 441: 441: Zhou Qingrang is critically ill, Lu Sheng seeks ways to get pregnant (first update)

Chapter 441: 441: Zhou Qingrang is critically ill, Lu Sheng seeks ways to get pregnant (first update)

He had lied to her, the situation with his leg was very bad.

The attending doctor had said, “I suggest you hospitalize, start with conservative treatment, and once your condition improves, arrange for you to undergo drainage and bone grafting surgery.”

He had undergone surgery on his right leg four times before.

He should have been numb to it by now, but this time, he was terrified, “After the surgery, will I still be able to stand up?”

After much consideration, Doctor Hong gave only a vague answer, “There’s a chance.”

There’s a chance…

That meant he might never be able to stand again.

“Do I really have to have surgery?”

Doctor Hong nodded and said very seriously, “If you don’t have surgery, the area of muscle necrosis will gradually increase, leading to systemic infection. Surgery is definitely necessary, and,” his expression grave, “the worst-case scenario is amputation.”

Zhou Qingrang’s face was calm, only the palms of his hands were slightly sweaty, “I remember last time, after the incision and drainage surgery, you told me that my body couldn’t handle another surgery.”

After that car accident, he had been left in poor health, with many complications and post-traumatic conditions.

“That’s also an issue I wanted to discuss with you next. The most serious problem isn’t your leg, it’s your heart.” After a brief hesitation, Doctor Hong decided to tell the truth, “You’ve had two open-heart surgeries before; your aortic valve is very fragile and could easily lead to pericardial bleeding and acute tamponade during the surgery.”

In other words, it was very likely he would die on the operating table.

Zhou Qingrang was silent for a long time, his hands gripping the cane trembling slightly, his fingertips turning white, “I’ll check into the hospital as soon as possible.”

Doctor Hong thought for a moment, “I suggest you inform your family.”

“I’ll consider it.”

He got up with his cane, walked to the door, then stopped, “Doctor Hong.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m not alone now,” his eyes reddening, “I can’t die.”

Doctor Hong felt uncomfortable inside; others might not know, but as his attending doctor, he was fully aware of how much hardship Zhou Qingrang had endured to stand up again, and how much suffering he had gone through to be wheeled out of the operating room time after time.

“Qing Rang, trust me. I’ve performed surgery on you four times now, and this fifth time I’ll also make sure you come out just fine.” Doctor Hong tried to sound relaxed, “My parents are your fans. If you’re not in the News Simulcast, they won’t watch it.”

The words of the attending doctor rang in his ear.

Beside him, the girl pleaded softly and warmly, “Qing Rang, shall we have a baby?” She tugged at the hem of his pants, “Please, hmm?”

Not good.

If he died, what would she and the child do?

“Shengsheng, if I’m not here anymore, you alone—”

Lu Sheng covered his mouth with one hand, feigning anger, “If you don’t want a child, that’s fine, but don’t talk about such unlucky things.”

Yes, he must not say such unlucky things.

He wasn’t previously so afraid of death, but now he was very scared.

He nodded, stopped talking, and kissed her palm.

“I know what you mean, but you’ve forgotten what I’ve told you before.”

He looked at her intently.

Her gaze was adamant and determined, “You don’t need to leave me a way out. I’m going to follow this road with you into the dark.” She put the towel aside, hugged his neck, and kissed him forcefully.

“Qing Rang,” she gasped into his ear.

“Hmm.”

“Tomorrow’s my birthday.”

“I know.” Zhou Qingrang patted her back, “What would you like for your birthday gift?”

With unreasonable assertiveness, she boldly declared, “I want your child.”

Zhou Qingrang, helpless, “I can’t do that, can we choose something else?”

Sure, let’s change it.

Lu Sheng got up, unzipped the zipper at the back of her waist, “Then I want you.”

Knock, knock, knock.

There were three knocks on the door.

Zhou Xufang said, “Come in.”

It was Vice President Sun.

Jiang Zhi hadn’t returned yet, only Zhou Xufang was in the room.

Vice President Sun didn’t enter the room alone, deliberately avoiding any semblance of impropriety, bringing two nurses along, “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, Miss Zhou.”

Zhou Xufang said it wasn’t a disturbance, “Is there something wrong?”

“It’s about Mr. Zhou, I thought I should let you know.”

Zhou Xufang immediately tensed up, “What’s wrong with my uncle?”

Vice President Sun weighed his words and then spoke truthfully, “Mr. Zhou’s condition is not good.” He stepped forward, “This is his medical case.”

It was deep into the night, with a full moon.

“Mr. Zhou,” Lu Sheng sat on the coffee table wrapped in a blanket, smiling at him with a teasing, playful smile, “no need to tidy up.”

Zhou Qingrang was cleaning up the sofa.

“What if a guest comes and sees—”

His gaze darted about, his ears reddening.

Lu Sheng smiled with squinting eyes, “It’s the middle of the night, who’s going to visit?” She kicked her bare feet, “Go take a shower.”

Zhou Qingrang stubbornly stripped the sofa cover before heading to the bathroom, not daring to look at Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng laughed gleefully; her man was seriously upright and couldn’t take a joke.

At that moment, the phone rang.

Wrapping the blanket around herself, Lu Sheng picked up the clothes from the floor, fished the phone out of the pocket, and answered the call, “What’s up, Xu Fang?”

It was Zhou Xufang calling.

The words Zhou Xufang said next made Lu Sheng feel like she was in a trance, her head spinning, her fingers uncontrollable and shaking so hard that the phone fell on the coffee table.

Zhou Xufang asked if she was still there.

She picked up the phone, “I’m listening.”

As she hung up the phone, it turned midnight, her birthday had arrived.

She got down from the coffee table with the blanket, found a needle, and cleaned it meticulously, then gathered all the condoms in the house and punctured each one.

As she did, she cried and made a wish.

Please let Zhou Qingrang live.

Please let her have his child.