Chapter 8: Seizing the opportunity to hold your wedding.

When Wen Ruan arrived at the hospital, there were many medical staff outside the intensive care unit.

Wen Ruan's parents were among the medical staff, and the attending physician was explaining the patient's condition. "For your grandfather's current situation, there are only these two treatment methods we can adopt. You should prepare yourselves mentally as soon as possible."

"Uncle Yang, what are the methods?" Wen Ruan pushed through the crowd, panting.

"Ruanruan, why are you back?" Min Qing's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Wen Ruan, exclaiming in surprise.

Professor Yang replied to Wen Ruan, "Craniotomy or drilling for drainage. However, considering your grandfather's advanced age, we don't recommend a craniotomy."

"What will happen if we don't perform the surgery?" Wen Ruan asked in a solemn voice.

All the medical staff fell silent.

Tears welled up in Wen Ruan's eyes and fell with a patter. She held back her sobs and asked, "Uncle Yang, what's the success rate of the drilling for drainage surgery?"

Professor Yang: "Fifty percent."

"Let's do the drilling for drainage surgery." Wen Ruan looked at her father word by word, her tone firm.

Her father looked into Wen Ruan's eyes for a while, then turned his head and made a decision. "Let's listen to Ruanruan. Do it."

The doctor still had some follow-up matters regarding the surgery to explain to Wen Ruan's parents.

Wen Ruan pressed herself against the window outside the intensive care unit and looked at her grandfather lying still on the hospital bed.

The skinny old man lying motionless on the bed had once been a majestic soldier.

His tall and imposing figure was like a towering tree that sheltered all of them.

When she was a child, she couldn't do strenuous exercise, but Wen Ruan was naturally active.

She would cry whenever she fell because she was afraid of the pain.

She was called a crybaby by the children of the same age.

Grandpa would stroke his handlebar mustache and say with a smile.

——My Ruanruan is like the bright moon in the sky. Whoever dares to bully Ruanruan, Grandpa will turn their head into a sieve with a burst of gunfire.

——Come on, my dear. Let's ride on Grandpa's back.

Wen Ruan was lost in deep memories, her eyes filled with tears.

After arranging the matters explained by the doctor, Min Qing tapped Wen Ruan on the forehead. "You naughty child, why did you come back without saying a word?"

"Your uncle is really something. He usually seems so steady, but how could he be so irresponsible in handling this matter? I really have to talk to him properly!"

"It's better than you guys hiding everything from me." Wen Ruan's breath was heavy, and her face didn't look good either.

Min Qing noticed that Wen Ruan didn't look right. "Ruanruan, why do you look so pale? Are you not feeling well again?"

Min Qing was about to call the doctor, but Wen Ruan stopped her. "Mom, I'm fine. Don't be nervous. Don't call the doctor. I just ran too fast. I'll be okay after a short rest."

"Where's your medicine? Where's the oxygen?" Min Qing's face turned pale with fright as she asked in a flustered voice.

"It's in the bag." Wen Ruan's breathing was slightly heavy.

Min Qing quickly rummaged through Wen Ruan's bag and took out the portable oxygen and medicine.

"Quick, take a breath of oxygen." She also broke off a pill and stuffed it into Wen Ruan's mouth. "With your grandfather in this situation, you naughty child must not have anything wrong with you. I said I didn't want you to know, but your uncle still told you. It's making me so angry!"

More and more people gathered outside the operating room. Grandpa Wen's former comrades-in-arms, subordinates, and students all rushed over.

After giving Wen Ruan countless reminders, Min Qing went to entertain the guests.

At this moment, Wen Ruan truly felt that she was a troublemaker.

Grandpa was in the surgery.

She was outside, inhaling oxygen.

She couldn't be too close, couldn't get too near the crowd, and could only sit on a chair from a distance.

Wen Ruan sat up straight, closed her eyes slightly, and slowly inhaled the oxygen.

Vaguely, a tall figure blocked her line of sight.

Wen Ruan slowly opened her eyes and looked up. He Yanci was standing in front of her.

After Jicheng, the two hadn't seen each other for nearly a month.

After taking one look, Wen Ruan lowered her eyelids and continued to inhale the oxygen.

Immediately after, a piece of clothing landed on her shoulders, and a wave of warmth enveloped her entire body.

It was He Yanci's trench coat, carrying the unique faint sandalwood scent of his body.

Wen Ruan looked up and continued to inhale the oxygen.

He Yanci's voice was indifferent. "The air here is not good. No matter how long you inhale like this, it won't be very effective."

Wen Ruan ignored him and continued to inhale. Her small face had an abnormal flush.

He Yanci frowned. "Get up. I'll take you out for some fresh air."

Wen Ruan didn't move.

He Yanci's brows furrowed. He bent down and grasped her slender wrist, leading her towards the exit.

She didn't know where he got a key to the top floor of the inpatient department.

The air on the top floor was well-ventilated, and the oppressive feeling was gone. The stuffy feeling in Wen Ruan's chest gradually improved, and her restlessness dissipated a lot.

After a few minutes, He Yanci asked, "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah." Wen Ruan nodded and pulled the trench coat that He Yanci had draped over her tighter.

He Yanci took a step forward with his long legs, his hands in his pockets, and his attention focused in the distance.

Wen Ruan's gaze lingered on his tall and straight figure for a while, then she continued to hold the oxygen bottle and inhale the oxygen.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, stayed on the top floor in silence for an hour.

"Let's go. Grandpa Wen's surgery will be over soon." He Yanci turned his wrist and looked at the time on his wristwatch.

When the two of them came down from the top floor, the surgery had just ended.

It was a great success. They just had to wait for Grandpa to wake up.

The tense atmosphere outside the operating room relaxed all of a sudden.

He Yanci's parents, Grandpa He, and Wen Ruan's parents were together.

Wen Ruan stepped forward politely and greeted them.

Grandpa He responded with a smile, and then gave He Yanci a disgruntled glare.

"Both of you come with me." Leaning on a walking stick, Grandpa He walked briskly towards a conference room in the hospital's office area.

Wen Ruan didn't quite understand Grandpa He's instruction. She looked at He Yanci in confusion, but He Yanci didn't even spare her a glance and just followed behind Grandpa He.

Wen Ruan had no choice but to follow silently.

"You elders come with me too." Grandpa He gave another order.

He Yanci's parents and Wen Ruan's parents accompanied them.

As soon as Grandpa He entered the conference room, he said, "It's not appropriate to talk about these two young ones' matters at this time. But there's no way. That old fellow inside loves to be stubborn and throw tantrums, just like when he was young. He's so unreliable and always likes to lie down at the slightest provocation."

Wen Ruan's parents felt sad secretly.

"You youngsters don't be too sad. People of our generation who have lived to this age will face this day sooner or later. We just have to live each day as it comes." Grandpa He said with deep feeling, "Previously, Old Yang's words really woke me up. Maybe it's really a good idea to bring some good news at this time to cheer everyone up. That old fellow has always loved to join in the fun. Once he's happy, he'll definitely get through this difficult time."

Everyone was a bit out of it.

Grandpa He said sorrowfully, "In my opinion, we should take this opportunity to arrange the marriage of these two young ones. What do you think?"

It was too sudden.

Wen Ruan's parents looked at each other. They weren't prepared for this.

He Yanci's parents were also surprised!

Wen Ruan had been worrying about Grandpa Wen's situation and was absent-minded.

She heard Grandpa He's last words clearly.

Her eyes steadied, filled with too many doubts.

Didn't He Yanci say that he would find a way to solve it?

It had been almost a month, and he still hadn't found the opportunity to explain to Grandpa He?

Why were they still talking about their matter?

Wen Ruan quickly looked at He Yanci across from her.

He Yanci didn't look at her but was looking elsewhere.

Wen Ruan stared at him for a while, but He Yanci seemed not to notice.

"......" Wen Ruan.

"Father, with Old Wen's current condition, isn't it not very appropriate to talk about these things?" Song Yanhua probed.

"What's inappropriate about it? I think it's great. It's wonderful to have a happy event at home and liven things up!" Grandpa He insisted.

Song Yanhua swallowed back all the words she wanted to say and didn't speak again.

The conference room fell silent immediately. Grandpa He's sharp eyes swept around the parents of both sides and finally landed on Wen Ruan. His gaze was kind, and he smiled gently. "Ruanruan, my dear girl, Grandpa He wants to hear from you. Tell me, what do you think of Grandpa He's decision? Get married to your Brother Yanci and make that old fellow in your family happy."

When Wen Ruan was a child, she was clingy to He Yanci and often followed him around calling him Brother Yanci.

The adults all remembered her calling He Yanci like that.

Brother Yanci... This address now seemed too distant to her, too unfamiliar and hard to say.

With Grandpa He's words, the attention of both families turned to Wen Ruan, and the decision of the whole matter was left to her.

He Yanci, who had been looking elsewhere before, also cast a bit of his indifferent gaze on her.

Wen Ruan met He Yanci's gaze and looked at him seeking help.

He Yanci subtly withdrew that trace of his gaze towards her. His tall figure leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, one foot bent backward and resting against the wall line. His well-defined facial features showed no emotions at all, and there was no sign of helping her.

Wen Ruan couldn't understand He Yanci's thoughts. His gaze at her was very indifferent, and his eyes were very deep.

Wen Ruan just felt that He Yanci was different, much colder.

The change in his attitude towards her seemed to start from that night in Jicheng. It became even colder.

Perhaps he had always been like this from the beginning, and he just had to be nicer to her to perfunctorily deal with the elders.

Hadn't his attitude towards her always been like this since they were children?

This was the normal state.

Wen Ruan smiled inwardly.

It was the joint decision they made after their candid conversation that night in Jicheng.

The reason why He Yanci still hadn't told his family the truth after almost a month might be that he hadn't found an appropriate opportunity.

Now that it had come to this, there was nothing to hide. It didn't matter who brought it up. It was time to come clean.

Wen Ruan took a deep breath. Before she could say the words she had been preparing for a while, she was interrupted by He Yanci. "Grandpa, Uncle Wen, Aunt Min, I want to have a private talk with Wen Ruan."

After He Yanci's cold voice fell, he had already walked around the large square table and came to Wen Ruan's side.

Before Wen Ruan could react, He Yanci grabbed her wrist and led her out of the conference room.

Behind them, only the sound of Grandpa He stamping his walking stick and his stern scolding could be heard. "He Yanci! Stop right there! If you have something outrageous to say, come back here and say it!"

Then came a series of Grandpa He's coughing sounds and the concerns of the parents of both sides.