Chapter 64: He’s Out!
In the days leading up to the surgery, Ye Zhile woke up from dreams every day, sometimes even falling into a state of despair. He would stare blankly at the ceiling. He dreamed that My Lord had returned, but every time he was overcome with joy, he would startle awake, followed by endless loneliness and disappointment.
“Why aren’t you back yet…”
Ye Zhile wept silently, his chest feeling heavy. The overwhelming sadness made his limbs weak and his stomach churn with nausea.
On the day of the surgery, everyone was there. The ward was filled with laughter and chatter; no one wore a long face. Ye Zhile gave a weak smile. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Alright, then come out quickly.” Leng Xingtu held his hand. “I’ll be waiting for you out here.”
“Mhm.” Ye Zhile blinked.
Wen Yumo smiled. “Everything will turn out fine, just like when you were a child.”
Ye Zhile smiled back.
A moment later, the doctor wheeled Ye Zhile into the operating room. Everyone held their breath at that moment. Ye Junting held Wen Yumo. “It’ll be fine.”
The group waited outside the operating room. Time ticked by second by second. Ye Zhile had been inside for two hours, and the waiting group grew increasingly anxious. Suddenly, the door to the operating room opened, and a doctor came out, calling, “Are the family members here?”
“Here!” Ye Zhijin responded immediately.
“Are both brothers Alphas?” the doctor asked.
Ye Zhijin nodded quickly. “Yes! Doctor, how is my brother?”
“The patient’s pheromones are in disorder, and his vital signs are dropping. We need the family’s pheromones to soothe him. Father and the two brothers, follow me.” After saying this, the doctor led the way inside.
“Okay.”
Watching the three of them enter, Wen Yumo sat on a chair, feeling lost. Leng Xingtu hugged him. “Uncle Wen, don’t worry. Big Brother Zhichen and the others are inside; nothing will happen.”
Xiao Yuanqing remained silent, letting out a soft sigh after a moment.
The three men changed into sterile suits. The fluctuations on the heart monitor were tiny, reflecting the weakness of Ye Zhile’s life. He was completely drained of color, lying quietly on the operating table, the oxygen mask seemingly covering his entire face.
Ye Junting’s eyes grew wet. Seeing the once lively and cute Ye Zhile lying on a cold operating table caused him unspeakable pain.
“Continue releasing pheromones,” the doctor instructed.
The three of them released a large amount of pheromones, but Ye Zhile’s vital signs still showed no signs of rising.
“Patient’s heart rate is too slow!”
“Increase oxygen!”
“Prepare pheromone injection!”
It was as if an alarm had suddenly been pulled. Everyone was on high alert. A life-and-death struggle was taking place on the operating table. Ye Zhichen’s heart was gripped tight; his palms were sweating profusely. He called out softly, “Lele.”
“Lele…”
Ye Zhile had fallen into a deep sleep. It was the best sleep he had had in months—dreamless and senseless. His body was so exhausted that he wanted to sleep forever. But just as he wanted to drift away, people kept calling him, as if through another dimension.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighted down by tons of lead.
So tired…
[Zhile—]
Ye Zhile had fantasized countless nights about seeing My Lord the next morning, but after so many disappointments, he didn’t dare hope anymore. Was this a dream too?
Why did he hear My Lord calling him?
Didn’t you say you would always like me? Why haven’t you come back…
“The anesthesia is wearing off! Continue to wake his consciousness!” the doctor said.
Ye Junting quickly grabbed Ye Zhile’s hand. “Lele! Lele!”
Ye Zhile felt the shouting voices getting closer and closer, as if they were right by his ear. He struggled to open his eyes, managing only to catch a glimpse of the surgical light overhead before drifting off again.
“Lele!” Ye Junting hurriedly stroked his head. “Don’t sleep. Papa is still waiting for you outside.”
“Lele, can you hear me? Lele?”
I can hear you… Ye Zhile said in his heart. He struggled to open his eyes once more, seeing the tears in his father’s eyes.
Ye Junting shed hot tears, choking out, “Don’t leave me and Papa, okay?”
Ye Zhile blinked weakly, his eyes swimming with tears that had already blurred his vision, rolling down from the corners of his eyes.
“Patient’s heart rate has recovered!”
“Pheromones are stabilizing!”
After an unknown amount of time, the operating room door opened again. The doctor took off his mask and stepped out. “The patient is out of danger. To avoid any accidents, he still needs to be observed in the ICU.”
Wen Yumo’s body went limp, and he was supported by Leng Xingtu. He nodded. “As long as he’s okay… as long as he’s okay…”
Ye Zhile was transferred to the ICU. The family ran between both ends of the hospital until both the baby and the father were safe before they truly felt at ease.
Ye Zhile hadn’t left the ICU yet. He stayed there for a full two months before being moved to a single private ward.
It seemed he had slept for too long; his brain was lagging and unresponsive. It took Ye Zhichen waving a hand in front of him to bring him back to his senses.
Translator’s Note: The “voice” Zhile heard… could it be Ji Shuohan? Or was it just his will to live? ICU is the Intensive Care Unit. “Dudu” is the baby’s nickname, which we’ll see more of soon!
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