Dyed

Fu Ran opened his mouth, his throat was filled with excessive sadness, and he couldn't say a word.

The man looked up and saw her, "What else do you want, get out!"

Fu Ran deeply felt that the only life-saving straw she could grasp for Ming Chengyou seemed to be slowly sinking. Gradually, she felt powerless and despair was about to overflow her head.

"I beg you, save my husband."

"Aren't you rich? What can't you buy with money?" The man became emotional again, pointing his right finger at the dead man on the bed, "My son was hit to death by the rich second generation, drunk and racing, he was crossing the zebra crossing. Green light, what is wrong with him? The other party’s family has never shown up until now, saying that everything is subject to legal procedures, let me tell you, if you want my son’s heart, don’t even think about it!”

"Not everyone is like this," Fu Ran walked to the woman. "His life can be maintained by others, and his heart can still beat as if he is still alive. Auntie, I can understand your feelings." , my husband has a serious heart disease, I am afraid that he will pass away without knowing it every day, my greatest hope is that he can have a complete and healthy heart, I beg you, save his life, please?"

The man standing on the other side looked at the hesitant wife, "I don't agree, why do you know that my son's heart can be matched? You bribed the people in the hospital, didn't you? I know, why my son was out of danger Qi suddenly became critically ill tonight, you must want to kill him, and the hospital is not doing a good job of resuscitating him, so you just want his heart, don't you?"

"No." Fu Ran hurriedly shook her head, the man would not listen to her, "It's you!"

She held her stomach with one hand, "I know money can't buy life, if you are willing to save my husband, he will also be your son, and what beats inside him is your son's heart."

The woman covered her face with her hands and cried, "Is it true, can my son still live?"

After Fu Ran managed to catch some hope, the man walked up to his wife in a few steps, pointed at Fu Ran and said, "Leave quickly."

"May I please?"

"Okay, didn't you say please, you kneel outside."

Fu Ran knelt down beside the bed almost without thinking, "This is a matter of life, as long as you nod your head, it can save a life, please."

The man was in tears, and the sudden death of his son was already a catastrophe. He excitedly grabbed Fu Ran's arm and tried to drag her out.

Li Yunling sat on the chair and quickly pushed Butler Xiao.

"Young Mistress!" Housekeeper Xiao went in and stood in front of Fu Ran, "I'll help you up."

"Leave me alone." Fu Ran put his other hand on the edge of the bed, the woman glanced at her son on the bed, and then at her husband, "I don't want my son to just go away in vain, if I can give my heart to others, at least my son is still alive! "

Li Yunling stood up nervously when she heard this sentence.

The man sat down by the bed, "After death, the most important thing is to go to the ground. If you can't even keep a complete body, can you bear it? I don't care for others to be my son. If one day you see What do you think if others live with the heart of a son, aren't you afraid that your son will feel distressed all night long lying on the cold ground?!"

"No!" The woman cried out, and rushed to hug the person on the hospital bed, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Fu Ran burst into tears, and a sense of powerlessness filled her whole body. Thinking of Ming Chengyou, who was getting thinner and didn't know how many days she could survive, she could only do her best. Fu Ran reached out and grabbed the man's trousers, "I beg you, please? "

"We won't agree to anything, let's go."

The director and head nurse returned to the ward again.

Li Yunling seemed to realize something, and hurriedly walked over to stop her, "Give us some more time, please?"

The head nurse explained, "If the family members disagree, there is nothing we can do. We must follow the hospital procedures."

The director sighed, with a heavy face, "I don't know if I can wait for the next time."

Li Yunling's expression collapsed, "I have to get them to agree to whatever I say, this is Chengyou's only chance."

The man pushed Fu Ran away forcefully, and dragged her out by the arm.

The director and the head nurse came in, "I'm sorry, we are going to unplug the ventilator."

"No!" Fu Ran's backlog of emotions burst out instantly, "Give me a little more time, just a little bit."

But the attitude of the family members was extremely tough, "Don't even think about wanting my son's heart. Also, don't these unconscionable doctors want a heart? Okay, take mine away, my heart is still alive, give it to me." You dig!"

The director motioned for the head nurse to go over. Fu Ran pressed his stomach with one hand, and clenched his other hand hanging on his knee into a fist.

"The donation of the body must be signed by the family of the deceased. Also, we have tried our best to save this time."

The head nurse bent down, ready to take off the ventilator on the man's face.

Fu Ran stood up abruptly and rushed over, "No!"

Could it be that she can only watch helplessly, Ming Chengyou clearly has hope of living, but faces the despair of being given up?This is nothing but a life.

It was she and Ming Chengyou who said to cherish every day's hope.

How cruel is this to Fu Ran?

It would be better, simply, not to give her any light, and let her live in darkness forever.

The world is different, who can bear it?

She rushed to the bed, almost desperate to stop the head nurse.

The chest was suddenly hooped by a force, and Fu Ran's movement of jumping forward was completely blocked. Her legs tried to push forward, and the soles of her feet stepped on the cold and smooth floor tiles. She hated the hand on the chest. Ran pinched the opponent's arm with all his strength, and tore apart the opponent's flesh with his nails, "Let me go, let me go!"

There was a sudden pain in the eyes, and there was a suffocating pain in the chest.

The head nurse turned back and walked out of the ward with the director one after another.

"what!"

Fu Ran cried hysterically, the pain was the worst, but just like that, the pain was tens of millions more than that of Ling Chi.

She knew there was no hope.

As if immersed in icy cold water, Fu Ran's legs slumped and slid down, but was tightly held by the force behind her.

She had nowhere to vent, so she could only blame this hand for all her hatred.

Fu Ran turned her head with tears in her eyes, but what came into her eyes were eyes full of pain and sorrow.

She opened her mouth and couldn't open it for a while.

The man's hand on her chest slowly loosened.

Fu Ran turned around and hugged his neck tightly with both hands, "Chengyou!"

What are they going to do?

What should I do?

How can we find a way out, how can we find a way out for him?

Fu Ran's face was pressed against Ming Chengyou's neck, her eyes were red and swollen, "Why?"

He stroked the back of her head with his palm, "Fu Ran, we can't force it."

Perhaps, this is life.