Outside the house

Yang Ming’s mother led the group out, intending to take everyone to the Main House to wait. After all, the outer room here at the third brother’s place was very small, like a tiny kitchen, with no space to step, let alone sit.

But the Li Family’s hearts were all tied to Li Chuntao, so they didn’t care whether there was a place to sit. No one was willing to leave.

Yang Ming’s mother had no choice but to accompany the Li Family and the second daughter’s-in-law, waiting in the outer room.

After a bit of discussion with Yang Ming’s mother, Chuntao’s father found the doctor since he was just too worried. Just now, in the room, he’d already asked once about his daughter’s condition, asking when she might wake up.

But seeing the doctor dodging the question, he immediately sensed something was wrong. His daughter’s condition was likely very serious.

However, on second thought, considering his daughter had fallen off a cliff, it was already a blessing to be alive at all.

Preparing for the worst, he still asked, "Doctor, what’s the actual situation with my Chuntao?"

Pressed on the matter, the doctor knew he’d have to speak up sooner or later, so he said, "There are signs of a severe coma; later I’ll go in and try a few acupuncture needles on her head."

Li Chuntao had stayed in the clinic’s backyard for some time to lose weight and got along well with the clinic staff. Such a determined woman meeting this fate, the doctor felt a deep pity, but feared his medical skills might not be advanced enough.

Seeing the doctor’s grave expression, and hearing his words, everyone had an inkling of the severity. This meant there was no certainty if she would wake up; they could only try the acupuncture and leave it to fate.

Li Chuntao’s third brother asked anxiously, "Doctor, if my sister still doesn’t wake up after the acupuncture, what then?"

The doctor sighed, wanting to say that he’d be powerless, and they’d have to leave it to fate or seek out other renowned doctors. But such words felt difficult to say, not wanting to break this family’s spirit. So he said, "Let’s not be so pessimistic for now. We’ll try the acupuncture in a while and see if she wakes up tonight. Then we can make further plans."

Xiaoxiao, having finished bandaging the wound on Li Chuntao’s waist in the inner room, was about to call everyone when she heard the doctor’s words. Her heart sank. What should they do now?

If she really doesn’t wake up, wouldn’t she become a vegetable?

Even in modern times, treating vegetative patients is challenging, and few wake up. If Li Chuntao becomes like that, she might never wake up in her lifetime.

"All done, you can come in now."

Hearing Xiaoxiao’s words, the group re-entered the room. After entering, Chuntao’s father spoke, "Please, doctor, proceed with the acupuncture!"

The doctor stepped forward, took out a set of acupuncture needles from his kit, and began inserting them into Li Chuntao’s head one by one.

In no time, Li Chuntao’s head was covered with needles of various sizes. Her pitiful appearance was truly heartbreaking, and one by one, everyone silently prayed, hoping she would wake up soon.

When the doctor mentioned that Li Chuntao was in a severe coma and might not wake up, Yang Dong felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. He couldn’t figure out what he was feeling, only that it was unbearably bitter.

Following the Li Family into the room but unable to squeeze to the front because of the Li Family’s many members, he could only stand at the back, watching helplessly as Li Chuntao was given acupuncture.

Through the gaps, seeing Li Chuntao’s head full of needles, his heart ached terribly.