Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 828 Wing Is Receiving A Critical Operation (Part Two)

Eric's face was getting heavier and heavier. He thought, 'So she has septicemia, and the bad blood cells in her body are eating the good ones thanks to her coma, and if they can't reverse it...' He shut down the thought, and asked earnestly, "What are her chances, then?" The doctor thought for a while, and at last said grimly, "Thirty percent."

"What? That low?" Eric frowned at once.

"That's if she's lucky." That meant the success rate could be lower. Meanwhile, the doctor's face was also extremely heavy. Because Wing was staying in their hospital, the Dragon Empire Group had also provided unprecedented funding for the hospital for the past two years. As a result, the hospital had completed a lot of stagnant research projects. So the hospital was particularly concerned about Wing's illness. He hoped it wouldn't get as bad as it had today. He sighed again and continued, "Now, it mainly depends on Miss Long's willpower. If her will to survive is strong enough, she might recover--or at least garner better odds.

As Eric looked at the doctor who was nodding to emphasize his meaning, he asked gravely, "Can you arrange a private phone line to the operating room?"

The man thought for a moment, nodding and said, "Yes! You all can talk to her. Maybe your voice will help her pull through this. We can arrange this through a conference call hub."

Eric nodded as he listened to the doctor and said, "I'll arrange it now."

"All right," Eric stood up and said sincerely, "Thank you. Hope it won't be too much trouble for you."

After the doctor said "no trouble at all," he saw Eric out, and picked up the phone on his desk to get IT on this. Doing this without damage to the patient wouldn't be easy.

In the surgery observation room, under the guidance of nurses, Brian and the other guys walked into the room, standing in front of the glass window. Looking down slightly, they could clearly see Wing, covered with green surgical isolation cloth and other medical workers in purplish suits, who were calmly and nervously performing the procedure. They were gripped with the flurry of activity.

Weston had the phone in his hand, and a nurse in the operating room picked up the phone. After the attending surgeon caught a glimpse of the red spot of phone flickering, she turned his attention to the surgery at hand.

"Wing..." As soon as Weston called out Wing's name, his eyes became red. He furrowed his eyebrows, tears then running down his face uncontrollably. "In the last two years, I've talked to you every day," he said. "Every time, I hoped you could show me a gorgeous smile, or pout playfully, pretending to be mad at me, or burst out laughing after fooling me, just like before."

Biting his lower lip, he raised his head, trying to get his teardrops to roll back into his eyes, Yet, when he heard to the doctor's orders for various types of instruments, his tears poured out uncontrollably. He continued in a sad tone, "Do you remember our first reunion after we were apart so long? That time in the Golden Hall? It was a sunny day in Vienna, and the rays of sunlight pierced through the trees. You wore a long white dress, and your long, straight and beautiful hair fluttered gently in the wind, just like an angel who had fallen on earth. I was obsessed with you."

His lips trembling, Weston was a mess. Remember that day and watching Wing lying silently in the surgery bed, he felt as if his heart was being cut to ribbons by a sharp knife. "Do you remember the piece I played for you?" His voice was choked, out of tune. "I'm a cello player, but you were so playful back then that gave me a violin on purpose." Tears ran into the corners of his mouth and he immediately tasted the bitterness. He wiped away the tears randomly with his hands and said painfully, "The Lost Traveler of Time and Space, that's the melody I played for you. Every time we've been together, I feel like I've traveled through time and space, with a faint sadness, and infinite longing for you."

He was crying, but meanwhile, a smile curled in the corners of his mouth, yet a bitter and despairing smile, saying, "If you give up, then do I really need to travel through time and space to replace you?"

The limited space of the observation room was filled with a mournful air. Molly was already sobbing too much to speak. She said "sorry" so many times in her heart, but she felt her apology was so feeble at the moment.

Weston kept talking to Wing. He poured out his heart. He said many of the things he'd wanted to say for the past two years. He was too scared to reveal everything, but now--he might not get another chance.

From nowhere, Eric found a violin and gave it to Weston, saying, "She doesn't want to go. She has always wanted to attend Brian's wedding, just to see how embarrassed he'll be. Now, everything's done. They're just waiting for her to get better. She'll get better, I know she was excited about it."

Weston took over the violin, held it tightly and then sandwiched it in between his chin and his shoulder. Looking at the operating room separated by the glass window, eyes full of tears, he slowly placed the bow on its string.

The long, melodious sound of the violin flew out slowly and passed through the phone into the operating room. The sentimental melody seemed to be delivering something, something like the endless longing with heart-broken pain, and every second of fear and endless expectations for the future.

"Wing, I'm getting married to Mol at Dragon Island next month," said Brian heavily and slowly, looking at what was going on in the operating room. "You said, we're all members of the Long Family. I took it to heart, and we have to hold the ceremony at Dragon Island. That's where our roots are, though none of us were born there."