Chapter 250: What Luck Is Left to Wake Up?

Lu Junhan stood tall and upright beside the hospital bed, his gaze slightly lowered.

His eyes were deeply fixed on the man lying on the bed, who even in sleep seemed to have a certain gentleness.

Memories seemed to instantly flash back to twenty years ago—

"Son, Dad has a day off tomorrow and will take you out to play, okay? Staying cooped up at home all the time will make you feel stifled, and if you get stifled, your mom and I will have to give birth to another."

"Why don’t you like going to kindergarten? They have runny noses? Hmm... that’s indeed a problem, then just go directly to elementary school. Dad supports you, you’re already a big five-year-old, you can go to elementary school."

"Why did you hit other kids? They’re too ugly and fat and annoy you with their looks? Even so, you can’t just hit them outright, you have to do it quietly. That way, no one will know it was you, and more importantly, I won’t have to clean up the mess for you later."

As he thought about this, his handsome brows and eyes revealed a hint of irritation.

Lu Junhan’s thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he reached into his pocket to take out a pack of cigarettes, just pulling out a slender cigarette.

Pausing, he looked at the fragile man on the bed, and eventually returned the cigarette back.

Song Qingwan took a deep breath, and in just this short time, she had slowly come to terms with her brother becoming a vegetable.

If she were still the 21-year-old who had not gone through anything, she probably would have thought her brother was too pitiful.

Then she would lay beside the hospital bed without caring about anything else, crying for three days and nights.

She would vent her emotions freely, crying if she wanted to cry, feeling sad if she wanted to feel sad.

But now, the polish of over twenty years of society made her first thoughts not of crying to vent, but of rationally analyzing the current situation.

Her brother just became a vegetable, he’s not really dead, so there’s still a chance.

Although the doctors said he might never wake up, as long as there’s a 0.001% chance, she would try.

Crying never solves problems.

This was the most valuable lesson she gained in these twenty years.

"Li Li, come here," Song Qingwan, as if remembering something, turned and waved to the cute little girl who had been too scared to speak but was glancing around:

"This is grandpa."

"Grandpa?"

The little girl, seeing her aunt call her, finally had something to do, so she quickly ran over, tilted her head to look at the man on the hospital bed, looking very much like her dad, with a very serious expression:

"Is it daddy’s daddy?"

Lu Junhan glanced at the little girl.

Song Qingwan paused and then laughed, "Yes! He is your dad’s dad."

Saying this, she pulled the little girl over and smiled at Lu Qidong, whose eyes were tightly closed on the bed:

"Brother, did you hear that? Your granddaughter called you grandpa. Don’t worry, we are all living very, very well now, really, the Lu Family has become the largest company in Hai City, we’ve already achieved the goals you set back then. And, and look, Lu Junhan, that annoying kid, even has a daughter now, really his own daughter, not adopted, and the little girl is already three years old, named Lu Li, Li like pear blossoms, isn’t it nice..."

As she spoke, Song Qingwan choked up, she tilted her head back, blinking desperately to force the tears back:

"The little girl... the little girl is so pretty, I’ve never seen such a beautiful and kind child, if you could wake up, you’d surely like her very, very much..."

At this point, Song Qingwan suddenly couldn’t continue.

She tilted her head back, blinked her eyes, wiped her fingers at the corners of her eyes, and took a deep breath:

"It’s okay, brother, I’m not crying, really, I’m already 42 this year, I’m not a child anymore, you just became a vegetable and are not really dead, what’s there for me to cry about. Rather it’s you, did it hurt during surgery? It must have hurt a lot, I know you’ve always been afraid of pain, more delicate than me, I even said at the time this was a bad habit of kids from rich families, surely dad spoiled you..."

"But thank you, brother, for enduring for us over the past twenty years, it must have been very hard for you all these years..."

Song Qingwan’s voice suddenly became very soft: "But brother, please hold on a little longer, okay? We’ll find the best doctors for you, I beg you, please wake up, we’re all waiting for you..."

The old man closed his eyes and turned away.

Even Lu Junhan’s face was somber, and he shifted his gaze to look out the window.

"Auntie, what’s wrong with grandpa?"

The little girl cautiously glanced at Song Qingwan, "Why is he lying on the bed?"

Song Qingwan, with reddened eyes, touched her little head and smiled, her voice hoarse: "Your grandpa is... he’s sick, a very serious illness, so he can’t wake up and can only sleep."

"Sick?"

The little girl tilted her head, her face very serious: "Sick people take medicine, after taking medicine, they’ll get better."

"Your grandpa’s illness is different," Song Qingwan said with difficulty, "Maybe... maybe even medicine won’t help."

The little girl looked at the person on the bed with concern: "Then grandpa is so pitiful."

Just then, the attending doctor that the old man called entered.

The doctor greeted the old man, the old man closed his eyes, didn’t look, and directly waved his hand, taking a deep breath,

"There’s no outsiders here, just say it directly."

The doctor nodded, took out the medical record, and said to Song Qingwan and Lu Junhan:

"Mr. Lu’s previous condition was not very optimistic, and as he aged, his physical condition became increasingly weak. Yesterday’s last surgery, we all thought he wouldn’t make it through, but fortunately, he was very lucky and did pull through, but unfortunately, he ultimately became a vegetable."

Song Qingwan frowned tightly, "Doctor, I don’t want to know about previous matters, I just want to know if there’s a way to wake my brother up now?"

The doctor shook his head, looking at her with a touch of pity:

"Based on our previous assessments, the probability of Mr. Lu waking up is extremely low, he might never wake up unless... a miracle happens."

"A miracle?" Song Qingwan closed her eyes, "Then doesn’t that mean my brother will never wake up?"

"It’s not absolute."

Song Qingwan hurriedly asked: "How do you mean?"

Doctor: "We diagnosed that he might never wake up, not that he certainly won’t, after all, the future is so long, anything can happen."

Song Qingwan was silent for a moment, then said: "You mean, whether my brother wakes up next depends entirely on his own fate?"

The doctor nodded, "Medically, we’ve done our utmost, whether he wakes up next depends entirely on his personal luck."

Song Qingwan murmured, "Then it’s over! I feel my brother’s luck for this lifetime has probably all been used up in those twenty years of surgeries, what luck is there left for him to wake up!"