I am the "white moonlight" (the one who got away) of a domineering CEO, and I am dying of illness. I want to return to the country for surgery, but my brother tries every means to stop me. He firmly believes that if the white moonlight returns, the CEO will definitely abandon the substitute. He is the ultimate simp for the substitute. "If you're sick, endure it. There's no rush to save you." "A few days late for surgery won't kill you. They are about to get married." To survive, I bit the bullet and called the CEO: "I heard I am your white moonlight. Can you pick me up and bring me back to the country?" I heard that when I called, they were holding their wedding. The CEO abandoned the bride and guests and flew overnight to come here. 1 In the hospital ward, other patients were surrounded by family members asking about their well-being, but I was lying alone on the hospital bed. My brother's indifferent and scoffing voice came from the phone: "You didn't get sick earlier or later, but just when Tiffany is about to marry Julian Huo, you get sick and act like you're dying?" "You really never change, a habitual liar. Do you think I'll believe you?" "I'm telling you, stop your crooked ideas. Threatening suicide is useless on me. Even if you're dying, you have to endure it for me, until they finish the wedding." I lay weakly on the hospital bed, tears flowing coldly, my voice trembling as I begged him: "Brother, I'm not acting. Please, let me come back, okay?" "The doctor said I only have hope of survival if Dr. Fu, who has the most surgical experience in the country, performs this surgery." "My illness really can't be delayed any longer. If you don't believe me, I'll let the doctor tell you." I pressed the speaker button and begged the attending doctor to prove it for me. The doctor said I wasn't lying, that I was indeed terminally ill and urgently needed to return to the country for surgery. But my brother remained unmoved: "A few days late for surgery won't kill anyone. They are about to get married. Just endure a bit longer." The attending doctor was furious and scolded him over the phone: "What kind of brother are you? Your sister is terminally ill, and you want her to endure? I'm telling you, if you delay any longer and miss the best time for surgery, even if she returns to the country for surgery, it will be hopeless. Don't regret it then." My brother sneered coldly: "I won't regret it. You doctors have nothing better to do than to accompany her in acting against your conscience. Just letting her return a few days late will be hopeless? If she insists on making trouble like this, then don't ever come back." I clutched the fabric over my heart, and the tears I had been holding back burst instantly. So, my brother still doesn't believe me? "Brother, what will it take for you to believe me? Do you have to wait until I'm dead and holding my urn back to the country to believe me?" My voice was too hoarse, too grief-stricken. My brother was silent for a while, seeming moved. At this moment, my dad's voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's Maya's call? What's wrong with her?" "She said she is terminally ill and needs to return to the country immediately for surgery." My dad didn't care: "What surgery can't be done abroad and must be done in the country? Medical conditions abroad are clearly better than domestic ones. Is this child trying to come back to ruin Tiffany's wedding? She doesn't even know how to find a more reasonable excuse." "I'm telling you, although Tiffany is just my stepdaughter, she is also your sister. As a brother, you can't favor one over the other, only caring for Maya and not Tiffany." "Tiffany is about to marry Julian Huo. Absolutely no mishaps can happen at this time. You know how destructive the return of a white moonlight can be. You are a man, you should understand." My brother's momentary hesitation was instantly washed away. "I know. Forget it, let's ignore her for now." Then, the phone was abruptly hung up. The busy tone "beep beep" came from the receiver, like a heartless slap on the pleading face of a dying person. So cold, so painful, it hurt so much I couldn't breathe. It turns out the brother who held me in his palm and loved me dearly when I was young has really become Tiffany Su's simp. He is still that sister-doting maniac, but the one he dotes on is no longer me, his biological sister, but his step-sister Tiffany Su, who has no blood relation. Do I have to die of illness to get their cheap regret and breakdown? But, but what's the use of that? The spiritual victory method of dead person literature, I don't want it. I want to save myself! 2 In the following days, I sought famous doctors all over abroad and sent my medical records to them, but they all shook their heads. "Can't do it. This surgery is very difficult. Only Dr. Fu, who has the most surgical experience in China, can give you a chance to live." "Who said foreign medical skills are better than domestic ones? In terms of surgical experience, if your Chinese doctors say they are second, no one dares to say they are first, especially doctors in your Chinese public hospitals." "Dr. Fu is the most authoritative surgeon in this field, known as the number one scalpel globally." I emailed Dr. Fu, asking if he could come abroad to perform surgery on me. Dr. Fu replied in the email: [Sorry, due to family reasons, I am restricted from leaving the country. Your illness is urgent. I suggest you return to the country immediately, register at the hospital, and I can arrange surgery for you as soon as possible here.] But I can't return to the country. My passport was confiscated, and bodyguards are watching me 24 hours a day. Those bodyguards had long been bought off by Tiffany Su. That day in the ward, I heard with my own ears my brother calling to ask the bodyguards: "Is Maya really sick?" The bodyguard stood outside the ward and said: "Young Master, the Young Miss is not sick." The attending doctor was more anxious than I was. "Maya Shen, no matter what, you must return to the country immediately. I have already contacted Dr. Fu. As soon as you get off the plane, they will send an ambulance to pick you up at the airport." I closed my eyes, weeping in despair. "Is it that I don't want to return?" The attending doctor grasped at straws in desperation: "Then call Julian Huo. Don't they all say you are Julian Huo's white moonlight? Can't the CEO come to pick you up if the white moonlight doesn't return? You just went abroad, not flew out of the earth." But Julian Huo doesn't love me at all. Before, I was the one chasing him, chasing very hard. Saying I am his white moonlight, I don't believe it one bit. I don't know who spread this rumor; it's too ridiculous. Suffering in silence, I could only say: "You also said, I just went abroad, not flew out of the earth. If I really were his white moonlight, if I were indispensable to him, he would have come abroad to find me long ago. Why find a substitute?" The attending doctor snatched my phone: "Still have to call. What is his number? I'll dial for you." I recited a string of numbers, but I dared not hold any illusions. 3 "Hello, are you Julian Huo? I heard Maya Shen is your white moonlight. Can you tell Maya's family that even if the white moonlight returns, you won't abandon the substitute? She can't return to the country now because she is your white moonlight." Julian Huo sneered and refused: "She thinks too highly of herself. From the moment she stepped out of the country, I considered her dead." I choked. His words were like a slap on my burning face, extremely embarrassing. I shook my head at the attending doctor: "Forget it, I don't want to humiliate myself." The attending doctor was angry and shouted at Julian Huo over the phone: "What if she is really about to die?" Julian Huo's voice was startled: "What do you mean?" "Literal meaning. She has a very serious illness. No one dares to do this surgery abroad. Only Dr. Fu at your West China Hospital can operate on her personally for her to have a chance of living. But her brother won't let her return. If you have no feelings for her, clarify it with her brother. Don't let people misunderstand that she is the white moonlight in your heart, causing her to die in a foreign land. She really doesn't have much time left." Yes, if I am not the white moonlight in Julian Huo's heart at all, can he tell my brother? As long as I am not a stumbling block on Tiffany Su's road to happiness, my brother will allow me to return. Suddenly, Tiffany Su's happy voice came from the phone: "Julian, who are you talking to? The priest is asking you, do you take this woman?" "The guests are all waiting. If it's not a particularly important call, can you wait until the wedding ceremony is over to continue?" Only then did I realize that the Wedding March was playing on the phone. So nice to listen to, the melody of happiness. No wonder my brother said if I wanted to return, I had to wait a few more days. So at this moment, Julian Huo is holding a wedding with Tiffany Su? Calling him at his wedding, I am indeed humiliating myself. I'm afraid he thinks I want to make trouble at his wedding, right? I have already imagined the happy wedding banquet, full of guests, my dad and my brother watching the newlyweds. The priest repeated: "Mr. Julian Huo, do you take Tiffany Su to be your wife? Whether she is rich or poor in the future, whether she is healthy or sick, are you willing to be with her forever?" I immediately snatched the phone back from the attending doctor and hung up. I didn't want to hear Julian Huo say on the other end: "I do." 4 This day, my condition worsened, fever recurring repeatedly, deeply trapped in nightmares. Dreamt of childhood, Dad doted on me, Brother loved me, but all this changed flavor after Tiffany Su and her mother came to the house. After Mom passed away, Dad intended never to marry again, but five years ago he met Tiffany Su's mom, that woman who looked exactly like my mom. Even Tiffany Su looked extremely like my mom in her youth, more like my mom than me. My dad couldn't resist the temptation of substitute literature after all. Even my brother said: "Just imagine her as our mom, imagine Tiffany Su as a sister mom gave birth to, can't you?" No! Of course not! That's my mom. How could I allow a woman to wear my mom's face, occupy everything of my mom? Even the jewelry my mom liked most when she was alive, the wedding ring my dad gave my mom when they got married, were worn on that woman. I cried, I made a scene, I tried every way to drive that mother and daughter out of the house, but became the unreasonable bad girl in everyone's eyes. The family who once doted on and loved me only had guardedness left for me. Suddenly, the persistent ringtone woke me up. In a daze, I saw the word "Brother" jumping on the screen. I answered immediately, thinking maybe Julian Huo and Tiffany Su's wedding was done, and my brother finally allowed me to return? But my brother's furious voice came from the phone: "Do you have to be so vicious? Won't be satisfied until you drive Tiffany Su to death?" "You have the love of me and Dad, what does Tiffany have?" "She is just an insecure girl. For love, she is willing to be your substitute. She has sacrificed so much for love, why do you still want to ruin her wedding?" "Do you know, your one phone call made Julian Huo abandon the wedding and leave her. None of us could hold him back. So many guests watched, everyone is laughing at Tiffany for overestimating herself, deluding to replace you, but getting slapped in the face by a phone call from the white moonlight." "Now Tiffany has become the laughingstock of the whole city, forced to the point of not wanting to live, can only jump off a building. Are you satisfied?" "Touch your conscience. If anything happens to her, can you sleep peacefully in this life?" Pfft— Anxious fire attacked the heart, I vomited a mouthful of blood. The doctor said I couldn't be stimulated anymore, but was what my brother said human language? "Brother, why don't you touch your conscience and ask, do I really have the love of you and Dad?" "Who would be loved to the point of dying, crying and begging but can't return to the country?" "Tiffany Su jumps off a building, you feel heartache. I lie alone on a foreign hospital bed, have you ever felt heartache?" "I regret it. I shouldn't have expected you to still love me like when we were young." "You have long ceased to be that brother who doted on me. You have no heart!" While I was speaking, the alarm of the medical instrument kept beeping. The nurse ran over to look and shouted: "Bad news, patient in bed 18's blood pressure is rising rapidly, heart beating too fast, risk of sudden death at any time. Dr. Du, call Dr. Du quickly, bed 18 is critical..." My brother probably heard the nurse's words, voice unstable: "What happened to you? Is someone cooperating with your acting again?" "Maya Shen, speak to me. Don't scare brother! Do you hear me? Speak!" "If you don't speak, give the phone to the bodyguard. I want to hear them say it, immediately, right now!" So funny. I'm dying, and he still firmly believes I'm acting? My heart is desolate. What else is there to say? Give it to the bodyguard? Let the bodyguard lie through his teeth and tell him I'm not sick? There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. I really don't want to be the heroine of dead person literature, but fate refuses to give me a trace of favor. Wait, my brother seemed to say on the phone just now that Julian Huo abandoned the wedding and left Tiffany Su, and no one could hold him back? Is this really not my hallucination? At this time, my brother's assistant's voice came faintly from the other end of the phone: "Young Master, Julian Huo went abroad. Old Master Huo ordered dozens of bodyguards to stop him at the airport but couldn't stop him." "He was like a beast suddenly gone mad, killing gods if gods block, killing Buddhas if Buddhas block. I've never seen such a terrifying man." "Also, I just got news that Julian Huo never thought of marrying Miss Tiffany Su. Even without the Young Miss's phone call, Julian Huo wouldn't say the words 'I do'. He entered the game himself, originally intending to play this at the wedding to ruin Tiffany Su." Play what to ruin Tiffany Su? I'm too curious to see. Did Julian Huo really come to pick me up back to the country? But, it seems, it's too late. I saw many doctors swarming towards me, giving me injections, shining flashlights on my eyelids. But my vision became darker and darker, darker and darker...
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