Scumbag A's Plan to Save the Heroine - Chapter 52

And just like that, “Ruan Ye” died in the icy black sea.

Emergency Room

After three days and three nights of relentless efforts, the doctors were utterly exhausted. They had exhausted every possible method to stimulate the patient’s consciousness, yet the person lying unconscious on the bed remained unresponsive.

The Light Brain Therapy had failed.

This groundbreaking treatment, meant to awaken the dying, had instead accelerated the deterioration of the patient’s bodily functions.

Doctors worldwide had seen the Light Brain Therapy as a beacon of hope for millions of patients in comas. But practical application revealed the razor-thin line between hope and despair. The therapy’s severe side effects hastened the patient’s death.

After the resuscitation efforts, the lead surgeon from M Country removed his glasses, closing his eyes in anguish. The sleepless nights had left him dizzy.

Outside the door, a nurse expertly administered a vitamin C injection into his vein—a common practice in M Country to alleviate fatigue in overworked doctors.

Behind the nurse stood a woman, her hair disheveled as if she had rushed from her hospital bed.

After several days of restful sleep, the woman’s skin, once so pale that her blue veins were visible beneath the surface, had regained its rosy hue. Her eyes sparkled with vitality, showing no trace of the exhaustion that had plagued her just days before.

Ruan Ning’s consciousness had detached from the game, and she had slept for three full days and nights.

Though she desperately wanted to regain consciousness immediately, her utterly exhausted brain had taken control of her body, forcing her weary frame to rest.

This was the first time Ruan Ning had fallen asleep without sleeping pills since Zhi Qiu’s car accident.

“How is she?!” Ruan Ning asked urgently, her voice still groggy from sleep. She instinctively clutched the nurse’s uniform, seeking stability amidst her confusion.

The private room was reserved for a single patient, so the nurse naturally understood who Ruan Ning was referring to.

The nurse, holding a syringe, pursed her lips, turned slightly away, and lowered her head, avoiding Ruan Ning’s hopeful gaze.

Body language speaks volumes.

Ruan Ning’s hand, which had been gripping the nurse’s uniform, fell limply to her side. Her expression turned solemn as she stared at the emergency room doors. The green light above them had lit up, signaling that the resuscitation efforts were complete.

She moved toward the emergency room with agonizing slowness, her steps more like shuffling than walking.

Just as her hand was about to push open the door, the emergency room door swung open from the inside.

Dr. Andrew from M Country emerged.

Upon recognizing the visitor, Andrew’s first impulse was to tease her about her surprisingly good spirits. However, remembering the unconscious patient on the bed and the relationship between the two women, he wisely swallowed his words.

He gestured, and his Light Brain swiftly activated its real-time translation function, converting the unfamiliar foreign language into the local tongue. “I’m very sorry, Ms. Ruan Ning. The Light Brain Therapy failed. Your partner has not awakened.”

“Just tell me,” Ruan Ning pressed, “is there any hope of her waking up?”

Andrew paused, sighed with reluctance, and finally gave his honest assessment. “Theoretically, there’s a chance of recovery, but 99% of the time, we can only maintain her current condition. Unless…”

Before Dr. Andrew could finish, an elderly man with a stooped back and a face etched with the marks of time completed his sentence.

Chen Ru pushed the half-open emergency room door fully open, his voice carrying the weathered steadiness of a man who had lived through half a century of trials. “Unless we attempt a second Light Brain Therapy.”

Without hesitation, Ruan Ning strode forward, seized the doctor’s hand, and declared with urgent certainty, “We accept. No matter the cost, we can afford it!”

Andrew approached, his eyes filled with pity, his voice reluctant. “If you can afford us, money won’t be an issue. But Light Brain Therapy has severe side effects. A single failure causes rapid aging of the patient’s bodily functions. A second failure will directly…”

“Tsk,” Andrew couldn’t bring himself to utter the ominous words in front of the family. He concluded, “In short, I still recommend conservative treatment. At least the patient can cling to life for another decade or so.”

“As the patient’s family, I demand a second treatment.”

Faced with the family’s unwavering insistence, Andrew felt his medical expertise was being completely disregarded. He stomped his foot in frustration and, before leaving, declared, “Light Brain Therapy is far from mature. What you’re doing is no different from sending her to her death. I refuse to perform a surgery doomed to fail. Find another surgeon.”

Ruan Ning had scoured the globe for the world’s finest neurosurgeons to treat Zhi Qiu’s illness.

But after the initial failed treatment, no matter how exorbitant her offers, these doctors refused to undertake a surgery doomed to failure.

As the elite of the medical world, they could easily earn fortunes serving wealthy clients in private hospitals without risking their reputations on a doomed procedure. This was perfectly understandable.

Now, only three people remained in Zhi Qiu’s hospital room: Ruan Ning herself, Chen Ru, a military doctor and comrade of her father, and Fyodor Mikhailovich Sasha, a neurosurgeon from the R Country.

Sasha, just twenty-nine years old, had earned renown in his homeland for his extraordinary talent and meticulous surgical precision, earning him the title of the youngest luminary in neurosurgery.

Initially, Sasha had no interest in joining a team of doctors in Hua Guo to treat a single patient. To him, all lives were equal, and the R Country had countless patients awaiting his care. But his interest piqued when he received the specific treatment plan: Light Brain Therapy, an emerging technology.

Besides his youth and exceptional skill, Sasha harbored a little-known quirk in R Country: an obsessive fascination with innovation. In every surgery, he employed entirely different surgical approaches to open patients’ skulls. Afterward, he would repeatedly review the recordings, admiring his own ingenious techniques.

Using the Light Brain, Sasha greeted Ruan Ning enthusiastically, showing no signs of fatigue. His pursuit of cutting-edge technology kept his mind buzzing with excitement. “Ms. Ruan Ning, I’m delighted to serve you again and take full responsibility for the next surgery.”

Ruan Ning didn’t immediately accept Sasha’s pledge of loyalty. Instead, her gaze shifted enigmatically to the silent figure beside him.

Tears welled up in her bloodshot eyes, the rims unable to contain the overwhelming grief of their owner. The tears overflowed, streaming down her cheeks and into her mouth.

The bitter taste of seawater.

So much like the sea that had drowned her.

“Save her… save her—”

Suddenly, darkness engulfed her vision. Ruan Ning instinctively reached out for the nearest object, but grasped only empty air.

Overwhelming grief plunged the newly awakened patient back into unconsciousness.