Chapter 7 11 This sleep felt unusually long , and I had a drawn - out dream . In this dream , I was immensely happy because someone was always by my side . He stayed with me constantly , guiding me through sorrow and joy . We spent many long years together . It was like watching a movie - scenes flashing before me like slides . I truly experienced a beautiful illusion . Except ... I couldn't quite see the male lead's face ... .. When I opened my eyes again , I was back in the ICU . The familiar room surrounded me , the same machines humming beside me , their numbers flickering . I lay still , wanting to touch my chest but unable to lift my hand . Just then , the nurse pushed the door open , surprise flashing in her eyes . " Miss Ruth , you're awake ? Dr. Patrick was just at the door - where'd he go ? " Before she finished , I saw Patrick walk in . His hair was tousled , stubble shadowing his jaw , exhaustion clinging to him - yet his eyes shone with hope . His silhouette perfectly matched the man from my dream . I blinked , dream images flooding back . Then I realized : it wasn't a dream . Chapter 7 " Patrick ? " Patrick froze , his voice trembling . " What did you just call me ? " I repeated it and added , " I think I remember . We used to ... " He smiled suddenly , but it looked heartbreaking . Sitting by my bed , he gently covered my hand with his . " You really remember everything ? " I nodded faintly . " Mm . I thought it was a dream , but seeing you now ... it wasn't . " The nurse , recording my vitals , couldn't resist chiming in . " Finally remembered ! Not just Dr. Patrick - our whole department's been waiting for this day . " I was puzzled and about to ask when Patrick cut in , " I'll explain later . Focus on recovering now . Instantly , I recalled those documents and understood everything . Patrick ruffled my hair . " Cooperate with treatment first . I'll tell you whatever you want later . " 18-4803 Chapter 7 " Okay . " 17288 Vouchers I lay quietly as memories of Patrick from those lost years resurfaced . They weren't just recollections - they were proof of our three years in love . 1848