A Young Woman's Heart

"No need to thank me for something so small."

What do you think of... Yan Yan?

"Ah? Wanyan? Hmm—although we're not related by blood, she's like an older sister to me, probably the closest person to me besides my parents."

What do you think of her?

"This felt a bit rigid and serious? But it's much better now, hehe, probably thanks to me?"

"Yan Yan is a stubborn child, and she is not very good at making friends. If she were alone, she would definitely be very lonely. Fortunately, you are here."

"Well, it's alright... Actually, she's the one who usually takes care of me."

“No, in my opinion, it’s actually you who’s taking care of her.” Pan Jiexiang raised her hand and brushed her messy hair back. “She’s obviously much happier than before, and she has made many more friends besides you. For her, you are the bridge to communicate with others, an indispensable part of her life.”

"Ah...it's not that exaggerated, is it?" This made Mo Xueyao feel embarrassed.

"I'll be counting on you to take good care of Yan Yan from now on."

"Huh?" These words, spoken as if entrusting her with her final wishes, made her extremely nervous. "Isn't the success rate of the surgery quite high? No, there's no need to worry, right?"

"This surgery alone is definitely not a problem, but I have other chronic illnesses that are not easy to cure. I have a heart condition and a hereditary vascular disease."

"No problem, definitely no problem."

"Hehe... So, can you promise me? Maybe this will give me a little more motivation to live."

"Okay...um...I'll take care of Wanyan."

Pan Jiexiang seemed much more relaxed.

Just then, Li Wanyan pushed open the door and walked in. Her cheeks were wet and red, as if she had just washed her face with cold water.

"What's wrong."

"But, it's alright..."

……

(four)

Breast cancer surgery is one of the easiest types of cancer to cure, and the surgery itself is not particularly difficult.

Of course, the prerequisite is having money.

After all, in this era, many medicines and medical devices had to be imported.

In fact, many diseases that are incurable for the poor are just minor ailments for the wealthy.

Money seems to be omnipotent at times like these.

As long as the money is right, even if there are no skilled doctors in China, it is entirely possible to bring in professional doctors from across the ocean to perform the surgery.

Yes, medical conditions in China are still quite backward, but it's a different story abroad.

They were at least twenty years ahead of the domestic level at that time.

It's like traveling through time to perform surgery in China twenty years in the future.

The power of money is that great.

With the support of Mo Kong's funds, this minor surgery was naturally no problem at all.

After the surgery, I can be discharged from the hospital in as little as two weeks. Now I'm just praying that the surgery will be successful.

It was just a minor surgery...

But Mo Xueyao's heart couldn't help but clench with Li Wanyan's.

As Pan Jiexiang was wheeled into the operating room, the sign flashed red and read "Operating in progress."

……

(Fives)

"Wanyan...?"

"Ah."

"Don't worry so much, it will be out soon."

"Hmm." Li Wanyan continued to stare intently at the operating room.

"Shall we chat for a bit to distract ourselves?"

"Um……"

"Hello, hello?" Mo Xueyao waved her hand in front of Li Wanyan. "Don't worry so much. Sometimes worrying too much can lead to unexpected problems. If you keep a calm mind, you'll get good results."

Li Wanyan reluctantly withdrew her gaze and nodded slightly.

"Why don't you tell me about your past with Aunt Jiexiang?"

There's nothing particularly special about it.

"Isn't there anything that left a deep impression on you? It doesn't have to be anything special, just something ordinary is fine?"

"I don't know where to begin."

"Well."

Mo Xueyao put a hand on her shoulder: "Wan-yan, you're making me worry too much."

"Feel sorry."

"Alright, are you a little sleepy? Why don't you take a nap? When you wake up, everything will be perfectly over."

Li Wanyan opened her sleepy eyes, nodded slightly to accept the suggestion, and then leaned to one side and fell onto Mo Xueyao's legs.

Her soft and supple thighs were the best pillow for her at that moment.

Smelling the milky scent emanating from her, a blend of flowers and fruit, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

Chapter 202 Waiting

The smell of disinfectant permeated the corridor.

Every now and then, other patients are being wheeled into other operating rooms, or being wheeled out of other operating rooms.

People coming and going always seem to be in a hurry.

The snow-white ceiling stretched all the way to the end of the corridor, seemingly going on indefinitely.

Despite the noisy surroundings, Li Wanyan felt eerily quiet.

She lay sprawled in Mo Xueyao's arms, drowsiness welling up from the depths of her consciousness, but she just couldn't fall asleep.

Or rather, she felt as if she had fallen into a dream, but her eyes were still open.

My consciousness seems to be out of sync with my body.

It's like the soul has become detached from the body.

Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and they finally slumped down. The dark world began to spin, carrying her into a deep blue passage. In the boundless, fragmented light and shadow, the whole world began to become hazy and blurry.

"Wanyan, Wanyan, Yanyan, Yanyan?"

Someone was calling her name, the calls starting gently and then becoming urgent. In the distance came the whistle of a train about to pass, the sound growing increasingly shrill, before turning into a monstrous scream.

"Hoo!" She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a gentle and kind face. Turning her head, she saw a green train clattering past at the railway crossing not far away.

Some children stuck their heads out of the window to enjoy the cool breeze, but they seemed to be stopped by the flight attendants very quickly.

"Bang bang bang bang—" The last carriage of the train finally passed by, and the locomotive dragged its long tail into the distance.

The clouds in the sky looked like crumpled cotton, scattered randomly, while the tomato-colored sunset slowly descended, continuing to illuminate the city with its remaining light.

"Yan Yan, you're awake."

That gentle voice came once again.

She then realized that the grass she was lying on was a bit prickly, and the wildflowers she gently scratched her nose seemed to have no fragrance.

"Mom." She recognized the person who had woken her up.

"Why are you lying here all alone? I've been looking for you for ages." Her mother smiled and gently touched her cheek with her forehead. "Did you fall asleep after playing?"

"Hmm." Her eyes were somewhat blank, as if she had countless things she wanted to say, but when she got to her lips, they all went blank.

"Going home?"

“…” She instinctively shook her head.

So the mother sat down on the slope of the lawn. Although the train had gone far away, she could still feel its vibrations on the ground.

This is the edge of the city, with few people and cars around.

Not far away is a small river. Unlike those in the city, it has not been polluted, so it remains clear and clean.

"It was Mom's fault today. I shouldn't have scolded you. Those things didn't happen because of you."

Li Wanyan kept her head down and didn't listen at all.

So she gently stroked her head, combing her hair little by little, and could clearly feel the texture of her spiral fingerprints.

Her scalp was a little itchy, which made her laugh.

"Mother."

"Ok?"

“I just wanted to relax…” She took a deep breath and then hugged her mother. “I’m fine.”

"Yes, Yan Yan is already a big girl. She will be a junior high school student after the summer vacation. She should have her own independent will and thoughts."

"Mom, aren't you working today?"

"No work today." The mother smiled, then suddenly seemed to remember something, picked up her worn-out denim bag, the patches of which Li Wanyan had helped mend yesterday.

The technique was a bit clumsy; the black cloth and the faded denim looked somewhat mismatched.

She took out a piece of bread wrapped in oil paper from the bag, which was still a little warm, and handed it to her as she unwrapped it.