Coincidentally, Bo Jingming witnessed this scene.
He stood up in shock, his voice trembling as he shouted, "Dad? Dad!"
"It's me, Jingming. Can you hear me?"
Bo Yanhai, lying on the bed, showed no reaction.
Only the beeping of the medical instruments responded to him.
"Could I have been mistaken?" Bo Jingming murmured to himself.
Just now, his emotions had gotten the better of him, and his vision had been blurry with tears. Maybe he really had been mistaken. The roller - coaster of emotions had left him a bit dazed.
He had promised Bo Siming that he would extend his father's time before going abroad for treatment. If he had been mistaken just now, then they must send his father abroad for treatment as soon as possible in the next few days. If he hadn't been mistaken, then there might still be hope for the domestic treatment.
Without hesitation, Bo Jingming wiped the tears from his face and made a phone call.
"Katie, it's me. I have something to consult you about."
Looking at Bo Yanhai's face, his heart was extremely heavy. "Is it possible for a vegetative patient to regain consciousness with the current domestic technology and instruments?"
The female professor on the other end replied firmly, "Sorry, Ming. There's no such possibility yet. The nerves of vegetative patients are subconscious, a form of self - protection."
"Unless the nerves can be directly stimulated, it's very difficult for them to recover."
Bo Jingming said hesitantly, voicing his inner thoughts, "I don't know if I was mistaken just now. I just saw my father's little finger move."
The female professor was shocked. "Oh my God, really?"
"It's also possible that I was mistaken, but... what I mean is, I want my father to stay in the country for a while longer. Maybe there will be some improvement." He knew this was a huge risk, but he still wanted to give it a try.
"Ming, I admire you for making such a decision, but blind courage won't bring any value to someone with a glimmer of hope.
It might lead you to make wrong judgments. Don't use this golden period as an experiment. Your father can't bear it."
Bo Jingming fell into deep thought.
How could he not know the consequences of such a choice?
Bo Yanhai was old, and he didn't have much time left.
But they always said that as long as parents were alive, there was a home.
If his father passed away because of his wrong judgment, wouldn't it be the same outcome as Jiang Ying's? He didn't want to face such painful situations again. He couldn't bear it.
"I understand, Katie. Thank you for your advice."
Bo Jingming had made up his mind. "I'll handle the procedures as soon as possible."
Only then did the female professor feel relieved. "It's really great that you can take my advice. I've already arranged all the equipment and medical staff."
"Ok, see you later."
Knock, knock, knock. Qian Li knocked on the door and entered.
"Sir, the visiting time is over. The nurse is coming to clean the old master. Please step out and wait for a moment."
"Okay." He nodded and walked out of the ward.
Looking at the middle - aged woman in front of him, he said gently, "You've worked hard. Thank you for doing these things for my father every day."
The nurse smiled. "Oh! It's not hard at all!
The old master is so clean! There's hardly anything for me to clean."
These words left Qian Li and Bo Jingming stunned.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I've been a nurse for many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a clean old master. It's as if someone has been taking care of him every day."
Bo Jingming looked at Qian Li curiously. "Does Jingyu or Siming often do these things? Why haven't they mentioned it?"
"The eldest young master comes once every two days, and he doesn't stay long."
"As for the second young master, let alone. He just sits there staring blankly at the old master every day without saying a word. Sometimes he can sit there all night, but I've never seen him clean the old master's body or anything."
The nurse didn't want to waste any more time. "I'll go in and get to work now."
Bo Jingming nodded, still puzzled.
If his two sons hadn't done it, then who could it be?
The security outside was so tight that not even a fly could get in.
Could it be that he was just being over - cautious?
"Mr. Qian Li, it's time to change the medicine in half an hour."
The nurse said as she pushed the cart over.
"Okay, thank you."
Suddenly, Bo Jingming had an epiphany.
"How often is the medicine changed for my father?"
Qian Li looked at him blankly. "Sir, it's changed three or four times a day, with an interval of about three and a half hours each time. Is there a problem?"
"Keep a record of all the nurses who come in and out to change the medicine in the next few days. I need to know their faces and general identities."
"… Okay."
Bo Jingming was extremely cautious. Although this wasn't a crucial matter, it was better to be careful during Bo Yanhai's transfer period. After all, success or failure often depended on details.
After he left, the nurse also came out.
"So soon?" Qian Li looked at her.
"Yes. I just said that the old master is very clean. There's basically nothing time - consuming for me to do."
After saying that, she added with a smile, "But you must pay me my salary. I did clean him again after all."
Qian Li was speechless. "You'll get your money."
After she left, the surroundings returned to quiet.
Buzz, buzz.
Right now, his only source of entertainment was the messages Ruo Chi sent him to complain, one after another. He never got tired of them.
Su Minghan sat in his office with a gloomy face, his lips tightly pursed.
It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. He hadn't had a drop of water or a bite of food.
Assistant Jiang came in and out under the pretext of discussing contracts, trying to persuade him to eat something, but was silenced by his endless silence again and again.
He had no idea what had made Mr. Su so angry.
During the meeting just now, it was all Chairman Su who made the decisions. Mr. Su didn't say a word and just sat there with a gloomy face until the meeting was over.
Assistant Jiang put down the contract and left helplessly.
"How is he?"
A few gossipy female employees came over, craning their necks.
"He hasn't touched his coffee. It's already cold."
Assistant Jiang shook his head, feeling sorry.
"This is the first time I've seen Mr. Su so negative."
"Yes. He used to be so cheerful and full of energy."
"Do you think... could it be related to Xiao Shu..."
Hearing this, Assistant Jiang immediately stopped them. "Are you all bored? If anyone mentions the name of an artist at this sensitive time, pack your things and leave immediately!"
The female employees immediately shut up, looking at each other in dismay.
"Assistant Jiang, this is the fax document just sent from Ah Hairui."
Fortunately, there was a work - related matter that could skip over this topic.
"Ah Hairui? What are they up to this time?"
To be honest, Assistant Jiang didn't want to hear the name of this company at all right now. All they did was make one request after another. There was nothing to be happy about.
"The matter of changing the double endorsement to a single - person endorsement has been settled. But due to the change of the factory, they can't produce the dresses as previously agreed. They can only postpone it."
The female employee was a bit afraid that he would get angry.
"So..."