Ke Chen didn't dare to say anything anymore.
He didn't know about the dispute between the two, let alone that Fu Wujun was admitted to the hospital because of Fu Jingchuan's cerebral hemorrhage. He only knew that he was hospitalized, that's all.
Fu Jingchuan didn't say anything more and returned to the office. As soon as he sat down at his desk, Fu Youyou called.
As soon as Fu Jingchuan was connected, Fu Youyou's crying voice came: "Brother, Dad's head bleeds again, and now he is in the operating room again."
Fu Jingchuan: "..."
"I understand." Fu Jingchuan said calmly, hung up the phone and turned around to go out.
As soon as Ke Chen sat down in his office, he saw Fu Jingchuan coming out of the office in a tense manner, and quickly stood up again, subconsciously trying to follow him.
"You don't have to follow." Fu Jingchuan stopped him, "Tongtong will be back soon, please take care of her."
Ke Chen: "Okay."
Fu Jingchuan went directly to the hospital and waited outside the operating room.
Fang Wanqing was already crying so hard that her heart was broken. When she saw Fu Jingchuan coming over, she couldn't control her emotions and yelled at him, blaming him for irritating Fu Wujun again in the morning.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her coldly, and Fang Wanqing's hand retracted shrinkingly.
Fu Youyou couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingchuan worriedly.
Fu Jingchuan's face looked ugly. He didn't know whether it was because of Fu Wujun's condition or because of her mother's behavior.
"elder brother?"
Fu Youyou called him worriedly.
"What did the doctor say?" Fu Jingchuan looked at her and asked.
Fu Youyou shook her head: "I didn't say anything, I just said I needed to rescue him first."
Fu Jingchuan nodded and said no more.
But his face was just as ugly.
Unsightly as ever.
Fu Youyou didn't dare to disturb him.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long for Fu Wujun to go in this time, and the amount of bleeding was still within control. There was no need for a second craniotomy, but puncture and drainage.
But his condition is precarious.
When he was pushed out from the operating room, the doctor repeatedly warned him not to irritate the patient again.
"Okay, thank you doctor."
Fu Jingchuan thanked the doctor softly and watched Fu Wujun being pushed away without following him.
He sat down alone on the bench at the door of the operating room, expressionless.
I don’t know how long I sat there, but someone suddenly took a seat in the empty seat next to me.
"Brother." Fu Youyou's worried voice sounded in his ears.
"Yeah." Fu Jingchuan responded to her very softly, without looking at her.
"Don't blame yourself for this." Fu Youyou said to him softly, "Dad's accident was caused by many factors..."
"I don't blame myself." Fu Jingchuan interrupted her, "He brought it upon himself."
Fu Youyou: "..."
Fu Jingchuan has stood up.
"I'll leave this to you. If you have any questions, call me."
After saying that, Fu Jingchuan left.
Fu Jingchuan did not return to the company or go home.
His current state is not suitable for facing Shiyang and Tongtong.
There was a fire in his chest, and this fire was mixed with worry, regret, and powerlessness, with nowhere to vent.
Fu Jingchuan didn't know what unscrupulous things he did to Fu Wujun in his previous life, so he was forced to become his son in this life to repay the debts of his previous life.
There was no chance for normal communication between them.
It was clear that Fu Wujun was at fault, and Fu Wujun didn't even have to wait for him to find him. He went to Guimen Pass for a walk himself.
Fu Jingchuan drove aimlessly with the windows wide open, letting the strong wind pour in through the windows and blowing his hair into a mess.
In the evening, Fu Jingchuan did not go home. He just sent a message to Shiyang, asking her to take Tongtong to dinner first. He had a social event and he would not be able to go back until later.
Shiyang replied "ok" to him.
Fu Jingchuan went to Tang Shaoyu.
As soon as the person entered the room, he went straight to the wine cabinet and took out the wine and bottles from the wine cabinet.
"What's wrong?" Tang Shaoyu stepped forward worriedly, "Why did you suddenly start drinking again?"
He remembered that the last time he drank was because of Shiyang.
But doesn’t he live with Shiyang now?
"fine."
Fu Jingchuan still replied with two simple and calm words, but he had already picked up the bottle opener, opened the lid of the wine bottle, picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a full glass, then picked it up and drank it in one gulp. All.
Then came the second cup.
"Okay, okay, just have two drinks." Tang Shaoyu hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Your father is still lying in the hospital. If something happens to you in the middle of the night, you can't do it even if you are drunk."
"Don't mention him to me!"
After Fu Jingchuan finished speaking, he poured himself another glass and drank it all in one gulp.
When he finished drinking, the wine glass in his hand hit the marble bar with a loud bang, and the slender stem of the glass instantly shattered into two pieces.
Tang Shaoyu: "..."
He couldn't help but look at Fu Jingchuan: "What happened?"
Fu Jingchuan was silent for a while: "He had bleeding again and went to rescue."
Tang Shaoyu: "..."
"What's going on now?" he asked worriedly.
"The situation is very bad. It depends on his life whether he lives or dies." Fu Jingchuan said, picking up the bottle and wanting to pour it, but when the bottle reached the cup, he glanced at the cup with a broken leg on the side, and took it He threw away the cup, picked up the wine bottle and finished it in one gulp, then threw away the wine bottle, leaned against the sofa and sat down on the ground.
Tang Shaoyu also sat down on the floor in front of the sofa with him. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only pat his shoulder silently.
"Sometimes I feel that he might as well just die and be done with it." Fu Jingchuan finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "But the education I have received for many years and my conscience tell me that he was angry with me, and he is now separated from me. It has nothing to do with him. He is my biological father. If anything happens to him, I will be killing my father."
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Your father is still alive." Tang Shaoyu patted his shoulder and comforted him.
But he knew only too well how powerless words were.
If there was something wrong with Fu Jingchuan's father, he was afraid that Fu Jingchuan wouldn't be able to pass the test in his heart.
Fu Jingchuan didn't speak anymore, but took another bottle of wine and drank it.
Tang Shaoyu didn't stop him.
The little puppet on the side is looking curiously with round eyes.
Tang Shaoyu was bored living alone, so he kept a puppet to keep him company and play with it when he had time.
In order to observe its eating status, he specially installed a surveillance camera in the living room.
But now that there was a living person at hand, he had no time to take care of the cat. He waved the cat away and looked at Fu Jingchuan aside.
Fu Jingchuan probably drank on an empty stomach, so he didn't look good after drinking more than half a bottle of wine.
He put down the bottle and got up to go to the bathroom.
After a while, the sound of violent vomiting came from the bathroom.
Tang Shaoyu hurried over to see him: "Are you okay?"
Fu Jingchuan nodded.
"I'm fine." He said hoarsely, turned on the faucet, took water with both hands and rinsed his mouth.
"I'm going to take a rest." After Fu Jingchuan said that, he walked out and entered the guest bedroom.
Tang Shaoyu followed him uneasy: "Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"Need not."
After Fu Jingchuan finished speaking, the door was already closed.
The room quickly became quiet.
Tang Shaoyu was worried. He went to clean up the living room, but he didn't dare to rest after finishing. He was afraid that something might happen to Fu Jingchuan, but he opened the door and went in directly, fearing that it would affect his rest.
Just when he was anxious, Fu Jingchuan's cell phone rang on the coffee table.
Tang Shaoyu went over and took a look. It was Shiyang calling.
