Not wanting to delay, the doctors already had a meeting regarding Rachel's CT results before she was
sent to the hospital.
As a result, the doctors that were assigned to administer Rachel's medications were aware of what to
do. As long as she took her medicines on time, the blood clot in her brain would dissipate soon enough.
Once she entered the ward, Rachel was arranged to have another thorough check-up.
After the doctors quickly dressed her in a hospital gown, they quickly disinfected her.
Rachel sat in the wheelchair as she was pushed to do the examination. Everything followed according
to their schedule.
She didn't resist any of their process. At this moment, she could only hope that her results would bring
nothing but good news.
After her general check-up, it was time for her consultation. Soon enough, the results of her X-rays
came out right away.
The attending doctor was specifically requested by Jonathan. He was one of the best, if not the best, in
his field.
He sank into his seat and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he studied the results.
Rachel sat quietly as her hands clasped together. She wasn't nervous at all.
She knew her own body very well. Ever since she woke up from that coma, she could feel that her
body was already recovering day by day.
However, Jack was far from calm.
Every time the doctor pursed his lips, Jack's face would darken instantly as different thoughts ran
through his mind. When the doctor nodded, Jack would raise his eyebrows as he waited for his
comments.
Fortunately, he was able to steady his facial expressions. Otherwise, he would look like a clown
practicing for his next visual performance.
Soon enough, the doctor was finally finished. He leaned back. One of his hand smoothened his beard
while other hand started writing things down on his notebook.
Seeing that he still wasn't saying anything, Jack started, "Doctor..."
"It healed up pretty well," the doctor interrupted him. He quickly tore the piece of paper as he wrote
something down, and inputted her medications into the computer.
Once he was done, he looked up. "You're recovering well, but you still need to rest. You shouldn't
stress yourself, all right?
Or else you'll suffer when you become older."
Hearing all these words, Rachel nodded in agreement. After gazing at her calm face, Jack reached out
his hand to hold her thin shoulder.
The doctor continued,
"The inspection results of the blood clot will be received tomorrow. Given the current situation, we've
encountered no problem with your recovery. As long as things continue that way, your vision will
gradually restore itself."
'As long as things continue that way,' Jack thought with a frown. However, he kept quiet. The doctor
finally left and Rachel was brought back to her ward.
The wound on the back of Rachel's head began to heal itself.
Some of her hair began to return, and she couldn't help but stroke her head every now and then.
Eric fiddled with the hat he had bought her and leaned close to Rachel's bed. "It looks good. You
shouldn't touch it anymore," he lectured. "Besides, your face looks more prominent after all your hair
was shaved."
'More prominent?'
She rolled her eyes.
It seemed that Eric's words were more unreliable than Jack's.
For the time being, she didn't want to talk to him.
Knowing that she was bored, Jack brought a toy for her to kill some time.
In the VIP ward, every appliance in the room was upgraded to its most recent version. While Jack went
to talk with the doctor, Eric accompanied Rachel.
Afraid that she might be bored, he turned on the TV.
The sound filled the ward. In this way, she wouldn't be that uncomfortable in not seeing anything.
After a while, she gazed at Eric's direction.
"It's getting late. Aren't you going back?"
Eric blinked. "Who says I'm going back?"
"Well, if you don't go back, then what are you going to do here?" she countered.
"I'll be taking care of you."
"You'll only trouble the nurses. It's best if you get some rest."
He frowned. "I'm worried about you."
"There's nothing to worry about. I already told you that I'll be fine," she insisted.
"Where's the nurse?"
Rachel shrugged. "She'll come here soon. Jack will also stay here for the night. There are only two
vacant beds. Do you plan on sleeping next to him?"
'Sleeping next to Jack?'
At the thought of this, Eric had the sudden urge to vomit. Without missing a beat, he got up and waved
his hand. "I'll just take a cigarette," he murmured.
She restrained herself from bursting into laughter. "Go ahead."
Not long after he left, the doctor and nurses came.
Once all the medication was set, Rachel stopped the doctor. "Can you give me a moment, doctor?"
"What's the matter?" The old man stopped. "Is there something wrong?"
"I just want to ask you something."
Seeing her hesitation, the doctor waved the nurses out of the room.
Once he closed the door, he turned towards her. "What's the matter?"
She bit her lips. "Something's not right with my memory."
"Your memory?"
Rachel lowered her head. "There's just something wrong. Whenever I wake up, I'll forget what
happened the day before. There will be times when I couldn't remember the minor details, or even what
they've said."
In fact, the more she spoke, the more she noticed how incoherent she sounded.
At her observations, the doctor furrowed his eyebrows. "Let's wait for the results tomorrow, and I'll see
what I can do."
Rachel's shoulders sagged in relief.
She had no idea if this was normal or not.
She didn't tell her doctors when she was in the neighboring province because she assumed that it was
because of the drugs she had been taking.
It was not until now that she realized that her memory had deteriorated.
Eric stood outside the ward for a long time as he tried to rid the cigarette smell.
Before he could step into the ward, he heard some noise from inside the room. He stretched his neck
to peek inside.
Unsurprisingly, Jack had finally returned. The couple seemed to be talking about something.
They both had bright smiles on their faces, looking obviously smitten with each other.
Eric rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but think back to Rachel's assumption that he would share the
same bed with Jack if he chose to stay at the hospital.
He got goose bumps at the thought.
Finally, he decided to leave.
The blood clot in her brain slowly healed. Just as the doctor had said, her vision slowly recovered.
Soon enough, she could see light.
Although it was blurry, she could see things much clearly now.
Seeing it, everyone was relieved.
However, there was still a heavy burden in Rachel's heart. It seemed that her memory was fading day
by day.
Although her symptoms weren't as obvious, she already discussed it with her doctor. They decided to
keep it under observation for a while, and she instructed him not to tell anyone about this. She didn't
want them to worry.
However, after the recovery of her eyes, her memory loss became even more apparent.
Rachel grinned when she finally got her vision back.
She whirled around the ward. Her smile widened when she saw a tall figure in front of her.
"Can you see me?" he said excitedly.
"Yes! How did you know?"
Rachel waved her hands in front of him, holding his arms. Jack grinned. "I found out when you turned
around."
For the past few days, her eyes always looked as if they were covered with a layer of mist. They didn't
reflect any light.
However, now, it seemed that her eyes were glistening like the stars in the night sky.
Jack felt as if he wanted to jump in joy. Immediately, he bowed his head and kissed her on her
eyebrows. He was elated.
The old couple of the Fu family hurried to the hospital once they got the news. When they arrived,
Rachel was about to do a visual examination.
Jack was waiting for them outside the door. They finally came over when she entered the private room.
"Well? Have her eyes recovered?" Jonathan demanded.
"She's getting her eyes examined now, but she can see." Jack smiled.
"That's good."
Tracy hit her husband on the shoulder. "I told you she'd be okay."
Jonathan laughed sheepishly. "I've always been so worried about her. Well, can we see her now?"
"What's the rush!" Tracy snorted. "She will come out as soon as she is finished. You would just waste
the doctor's time."
Holding back his anxiety, Jonathan turned and saw his son grinning from ear to ear. He patted his son
on the shoulder.
"Well, have you had enough?" Jack frowned, unsure how to respond. "Dad..."
Jonathan wanted to say something else, but he found it extremely inappropriate.
He sighed helplessly. "Never mind."
Jack furrowed his eyebrows, unsure on what he wanted to say.
Standing next to him, Tracy held her breath. After hearing what he told her that night, she felt as if she
already knew what he wanted to say.
Seeing that he finally stopped talking, she sighed in relief.
Jack frowned. "Dad, what's wrong?"
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