Bao Siyan dragged Si Yanhong out of his fascination. After hearing what Bao Siyan said, Si Yanhong didn't believe it at first. He asked Liu Qiang to get Fu Hanye's diagnosis report. After reading the report carefully, he sobered up. Most of it.
He made several international long distance calls, and after getting the same answer, Si Yanhong felt extremely heavy.
At night, he came to the hospital, stood at the door of the ward, calmed down, and then raised his hand to knock on the door. A voice came from inside, "Come in."
Si Yanhong opened the door and saw Fu Hanye half-lying on the hospital bed. The smile on his face was indescribably reluctant.
Perhaps he didn't expect Si Yanhong to come. After being slightly startled, Fu Hanye raised his lips and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Si Yanhong knew very well that Fu Hanye didn't want to see him.
At this time, Si Yanhong didn't argue with him. He called out in a low voice, "Uncle."
Fu Hanye's eyes were cold, "If you have anything to say, just say it. I want to rest."
Si Yanhong's throat seemed to be filled with lead. He had thousands of words to say and didn't know where to start.
After two seconds of silence, Si Yanhong closed the door and walked up to him, "I heard you were sick. I came over to take a look."
The displeasure on Fu Hanye's eyebrows was so obvious, "Just to see if I'm dead?"
After what happened to Fu Hanjiang, Fu Hanye had a deep prejudice against Fu Yalan, and Si Yanhong was someone Shen Nian had liked before, so Fu Hanye felt even more resentful.
The smile on Si Yanhong's lips deepened, "Uncle, can you trust me and return my license to me?"
Fu Hanye was silent.
Si Yanhong spoke hastily, "Uncle, you can't hold a knife. My days are like years. At least we are related by blood, and our bones are connected to our sinews."
It is indeed extremely painful for a doctor not to be able to hold a knife.
However, the main reason why Si Yanhong wanted to take the knife was because of Fu Hanye's illness.
As long as he gets his medical license back, he can personally contact the top doctors in the country. An unlicensed doctor will be looked down upon by his peers.
Fu Hanye pursed his lips and reached into his pocket, only to find that the cigarettes were gone. The cigarettes Wang Dynasty bought had been taken away by Bao Siyan.
He licked his dry lips and said, "Okay."
Fu Hanye's answer made Si Yanhong's eyes mist with moisture, "I knew that uncle still loves me the most."
Fu Hanye hung up the phone to the relevant department in front of him.
After the call ended, he turned to Si Yanhong and said, "It will be available at eight o'clock tomorrow."
Si Yanhong looked extremely excited, "Thank you, uncle."
Seeing that Si Yanhong was still there, Fu Hanye raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you still not leaving?"
Si Yanhong felt uncomfortable and panicked, "Uncle, can we talk?"
Fu Hanye didn't express his position. Without expressing his position, he gave in. Si Yanhong moved a chair and sat in front of him, "Uncle, you have lost weight."
Fu Hanye closed his eyes, "What do you want to say?"
Si Yanhong tried his best to speak his words, "Uncle, we all like Shen Nian and we all like Shen Nian to live a stable life. It's not okay for you to be sick like this."
Fu Hanye's straight face finally showed a smile, "Do you know about my illness?"
Si Yanhong did not answer directly, but continued, "I know you hate me, but no matter what, you are my uncle, and the matter between my mother and my second uncle makes you unhappy. In fact, I am also very unhappy, too. No shame, but things have come to this, and there is nothing I can do about the matter between you, she... is my mother after all."
Fu Hanye's eyes changed, "You have been a filial son since childhood. If it weren't for this reason, Shen Nian and I wouldn't be able to get along. After all, I still have to thank you, Yan Hong."
If Fu Hanye said this before, Si Yanhong would think that he was jealous, but now, he would not think that way.
After a moment of silence, Fu Hanye raised his lips and asked, "How many days do I have?"
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Si Yanhong looked at him and spoke slowly, "I don't know the details, but uncle, I will try my best to find the best doctor for you."
Fu Hanye didn't take Si Yanhong's words seriously.
He turned his gaze away from Si Yanhong's face and towards the night outside the window, his eyes gradually filled with sadness, "If I leave, I will ask you to take care of Shen Nian."
Si Yanhong felt as if a knife had been inserted into his chest. The pain made his stomach twitch. He took a breath and said in a hard voice, "Uncle, don't be so pessimistic. You are in the early to middle stage. There are many examples of recovery in the early to middle stage." , as long as you cooperate with the doctor and take good treatment, you can no longer smoke and must quit."
Fu Hanye thought of Shen Nian and felt a dull pain in his heart, "Yanhong, don't tell Shen Nian about my illness. I'm not sure if she still likes me, but I am Wu Nian's father after all."
Si Yanhong lowered his eyes and blinked hard to restrain the tears from flowing down.
He said softly, "Uncle, there is something I must tell you. Before coming here, I contacted my colleagues abroad. They suggested that you should go abroad for a full-body examination."
Fu Hanye finally understood Si Yanhong's purpose.
The look on his face was neither sad nor happy, "Besides the problem with the lungs, where else are there problems?"
Fu Hanye was worthy of being Fu Hanye, and Si Yanhong finally understood why his uncle was able to make the Fu family what it was now in just a few years.
Si Yanhong didn't answer, and Fu Hanye didn't urge him.
Silence spread between the two of them again.
After a long while, Si Yanhong spoke slightly again, "There is also something growing in my head..."
Even though Fu Hanye was made of steel, he couldn't withstand these successive blows. He took a deep breath and asked quietly, "Benign or malignant?"
Si Yanhong thought about it again and again and decided to tell him, "This is not important. What is important is that its location is too special, so..."
Fu Hanye's eyes closed. Slowly, a gap opened up. He looked at Si Yanhong blankly, "Is there a cure?"
Si Yanhong, "I discussed with them that the risk of craniotomy is too high. If it fails, you may become a vegetative state or you may die on the operating table. However, if you don't do it..."
The last sentence, Si Yanhong's words were squeezed out from his dry throat, "Four months at most."
The expression on Fu Hanye's face showed no hint of happiness or anger, and was frighteningly calm.
Si Yanhong was frightened. He shouted several times in succession. Fu Hanye seemed to have regained his heart and soul. He forced a smile on his handsome face and said, "I'm fine."
"Yanhong, do you believe it? It doesn't matter whether I live or die. What's important is that I can no longer stay by Nian Nian's side. She will have to take care of Nian Nian alone in the future."
Thinking of Shen Nian's loneliness and helplessness, Fu Hanye felt as if a knife had been inserted into his heart, stirring fiercely and desperately. The pain made his body tremble.
"After I married her, she never lived a peaceful life. At that time, I didn't know that I loved her at all, or in other words, I didn't understand love. When I understood my heart, it was already too late. I I want to give her everything I have, but she has never been willing to believe me again. I know that I hurt her too deeply, and I won’t beg her for forgiveness.”
Every word Fu Hanye spoke was spoken from the bottom of his heart.
At the end of his life, all he worried about was Shen Nian.
I didn't think about myself at all.
