The Fu family rushed to Renhe Hospital as quickly as possible.
The doctor brought the informed consent form for the operation to be signed by Fu Jichen and explained the situation to him. When the patient was sent to the hospital for treatment, multiple organs in his body were failing and he might not be able to get off the operating table. The operation is difficult and risky. Even if the rescue is successful in the end, recovery may not be possible. In short, all aspects are not optimistic. I hope the family members can be mentally prepared.
After listening to the doctor's words, Mr. Fu's eyes went dark and he staggered back two steps. He was stabilized by Fu Qizhen and Fu Jianfang.
"Doctor, please save my son." After the old man stood firm, he held the doctor's hand, his eyes pleading earnestly, no longer the stern and cold demeanor of the past.
"Don't worry, old man, we will do our best." The doctor could not say many words of comfort, nor could he make a promise that he would definitely save the patient.
Fu Jichen held the pen very hard, with his finger bones protruding. He signed his name on the consent form and handed it to the doctor. He had no extra words to say.
After a while, the door of the operating room was closed and no one else was disturbed.
In the corridor, the Fu family members said nothing. While waiting anxiously, they sometimes looked at the closed door. Even though they knew in their hearts that the operation would not end so soon, they still couldn't help but look, wanting to know the results as soon as possible.
"Dad, please sit down for a while." Fu Jianfang lowered his head slightly and whispered to the old man, "Your body will not be able to bear it after standing for a long time. Brother Jiren has his own destiny, and everything will be fine."
Mr. Fu was not stubborn. He was supported by his children and sat down on a public seat against the wall. His hands were curled into fists and placed on his knees. His wrinkled face could not hide his sadness.
He was not confused, and the meaning expressed in the doctor's words was very clear, but before things got to that point, people always wanted to believe that a miracle would happen.
The elevator door opened at this moment, and a rush of footsteps approached from far away.
Fu Jianfang raised his head and looked over when he heard the sound. The person who came over was Wei Ronghua. He had disheveled hair, an anxious face, and his eyes were red and swollen from crying. He was wearing a light gray cardigan outside his skirt and indoor cloth slippers on his feet. He was obviously after receiving the news. He came in a hurry and had no time to clean himself up.
The Fu family's eldest wife, who had always been elegant and dignified, had probably never shown such an image in front of others. Fu Jianfang looked away, unable to say anything harsh.
"How is Zheng Jun?" Wei Ronghua clasped his hands tightly, and as he spoke, sobs rose up from the bottom of his throat.
No one responded to her words.
"What happened to Zheng Jun?"
After saying the same thing for the second time, Wei Ronghua's voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear what she said. Her eyes were blurred by tears and her shoulders were shaking slightly.
Fu Feibai held his mother's hands and said with red eyes: "The doctor just said that dad's body organs are failing and he may not be able to get off the operating table. Even if the operation is successful, the situation is not optimistic."
When Wei Ronghua heard this, he couldn't hold on anymore and his body slid down.
Fu Feibai held her shoulders and kept her from falling, tears streaming down his face: "Mom..."
He didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to believe that his father, who was in good health two hours ago, had become like this.
Fu Feibai was extremely regretful at this moment. When his father went out before dinner, he could tell that something was wrong with his face, so he should chase him out and stop him to ask more questions. If I could have cared more about him at that time, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Wei Ronghua covered her mouth, and low sobs escaped from her fingers. The regret in her heart was deeper and heavier than that of Fu Feibai. She should not have quarreled with her husband, should not have slapped him, and should not have mentioned her death indiscriminately. Xiao Heting, perhaps going back even further, she shouldn't have interfered with Ji Chen's matter...
Too many things that shouldn’t have contributed to the current situation.
An hour later, the sliding door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out. Even though he was used to seeing life and death, he could still see the pain in his exposed eyes: "I am very sorry, the patient died due to ineffective rescue..."
After announcing the specific time of death, the doctor comforted the patient's family.
The old man stood up suddenly the moment the doctor came out. Before he could ask about the situation, he heard the news of his eldest son's death. His mouth was open, his pupils were dilated, and he leaned straight back.
"dad!"
Fu Jianfang shouted and quickly called the doctor to treat the old man.
The doctor who performed Fu Zhengyun's surgery called someone to come over. The Fu family members were divided into two groups. One group followed to check on the old man's condition, and the other stayed outside the operating room.
The corridor was filled with mournful sobs and women crying in disbelief.
"I don't believe it. You must have made a mistake. Zheng Jun can't die. I want to see him! I made him angry and he refused to forgive me. He deliberately let you team up to deceive me, right? I knew that if you let him come out, I would admit my mistake to him. I was wrong. I should not have disobeyed him. I will not make arbitrary decisions again in the future..."
Wei Ronghua rushed over, grabbed the doctor's arm and shook it vigorously. One of his slippers fell off, and his bare feet were on the ground. He was distracted and looked like a madman.
Even if someone saw her, they wouldn't believe that she was the famous mistress of the Fu family.
"Mom, please don't be like this, dad is no longer here." Fu Feibai couldn't accept this fact, so he cried and held his mother.
Wei Ronghua was stunned and slowly turned his head to look at him. Tears flowed down his cheeks and hung on his chin: "What are you talking about? What do you mean he is gone? He was still fine, how could he be gone!"
The door of the operating room opened again, and Fu Zhengyun was pushed out. His face was peaceful, without any pain, and he looked like he was asleep.
Wei Ronghua let go of his youngest son and rushed to her husband. He could not move the hospital bed any further and had to stop outside the operating room. The entire corridor echoed with Wei Ronghua's cries.
"Fu Zhengjun, get up!" Wei Ronghua knelt on the ground, holding his husband's arm tightly with his fingers, trying to wake him up, "What are you doing lying here? Get up and talk to me! Do you hear me? No matter how much you want to blame me, It doesn’t matter to me, as long as you wake up.”
Fu Jichen walked over, the sound of his leather shoes hitting the tiled floor was steady. There was no emotion on his face, only his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said to Fu Feibai: "Pull her up and send her home first."
Fu Zhengyun's death has become a fact, and it cannot be reversed whether he accepts it or not. There are still a lot of things to arrange in the future, and it is impossible to let Wei Ronghua do this.
Fu Feibai glanced at his elder brother. His face was very calm, which inevitably made people feel cold-blooded and ruthless. However, the wet redness in his eyes was not fake. It showed that he was also very sad. However, as his father's eldest son and the head of the family, People have to carry a heavier burden than others, so they have to force themselves to be calm and calm to avoid chaos.
Fu Feibai always had unconditional trust in his eldest brother. He bent down, held his mother's arm with one hand, and hugged her shoulder with the other, pulling her up: "Mom, let's go home first."
"I won't go back, I won't go anywhere, I will stay here to guard him, and wait for him to open his eyes and forgive me." Wei Ronghua hugged her husband's body tightly and refused to let go.
Fu Feibai had no choice but to use brute force to pull her away.
Wei Ronghua's hand left the hospital bed little by little, and finally fell to the ground. He watched helplessly as her husband was pushed away. Unable to bear the blow, Wei Ronghua passed out.
*
Mr. Fu's eldest son passed away, and the news spread in the circle the next day.
Everyone was surprised by the suddenness of the incident, and felt sorry for Fu Zhengyun's untimely death. They also sympathized with Mr. Fu who was so old that he wanted to send a man with white hair to a man with black hair.
Someone came to express condolences that morning.
The outside of the mourning hall was filled with wreaths and elegiac couplets sent by people from all walks of life. When I walked inside, I didn't see Mr. Fu, but the rest of the Fu family were there.
Fu Zhengjun's eldest son Fu Jichen was wearing a black shirt suit, a white linen mourning jacket, and a mourning hat. Standing next to him was his younger brother Fu Feibai. Fu Yuling knelt on the futon, with his head hanging down. He held a handful of paper money in his hand and threw it into the brazier. His filial piety hat covered his palm-sized face and he was crying.
Wei Ronghua was still here when he fainted from crying and was helped down to rest by his second wife's wife.
Some guests came to pay homage, offered incense, and walked aside to express condolences to the family members of the deceased.
The brothers thanked him, and then the guests looked at Fu Jichen and asked about the old man's physical condition. Fu Feibai answered on his behalf without concealing the true situation: "Grandpa is still in the hospital and is under the care of my aunt for the time being."
The guest sighed: "Let him express his condolences and pay more attention to his health. I will visit him later."
"Thank you Uncle Li for your concern, I will tell grandpa." Fu Feibai's face was pale and haggard. He sent people away and welcomed several guests who came to express their condolences.
The smells of burning incense, candles, and paper money were mixed together. Fu Jichen lowered his head and looked at the man lying in the crystal coffin. This was his father. He had always been generous and kind to him, but he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
He used to get angry at Wei Ronghua for what he did and refused to talk to him properly. Looking back, there were almost no scenes where the father and son had long conversations.
Now that he is gone, he realizes that missing some things will be a lifelong regret.
The next chapter will be about Jia Nianlu..._(:з」∠)_
