Dyed

Ming Chengyou was sent to the hospital that night.

The lights in the emergency room came on again, and Fu Ran stood at the door, feeling nothing but despair in her heart.

A bad premonition seems to be particularly strong today, and the tightly closed door seems to separate the two of them between life and death.

Although it was not the first time that the notice of critical illness came out, Fu Ran was so anxious that he lost his mind.

Li Yunling and Ming Rong rushed over immediately, Fu Ran leaned against the wall and did not move, Li Yunling walked up to her, "Why are you sick again?"

Fu Ran was in a daze. Since Ming Chengyou entered the emergency room for the first time, how has he ever had a good time?

"Mom, it's okay, we'll wait beside you." Ming Rong walked over, wrapping his arms around Li Yunling's shoulders.

"Did you give him some stimulation again?" Li Yunling stood still, Fu Ran raised her eyes to look at the red light in the emergency room, burning with anxiety, Li Yunling was supported by Ming Rong and sat on the chair.

Housekeeper Xiao also persuaded him, explaining that Chengyou has survived so many times, and this time it will be auspicious.

When Fu Ran heard this, the tears welling up in her eyes could not help but flow out. She bent down slightly and pressed her palms on her chest.

There was a kind of pain in it, and Ming Chengyou said, Fu Ran, I love you, is it really the best farewell to her?

The door of the emergency room was opened, Li Yunling got up and walked over, "Director, how is Cheng You?"

The director sighed and took off the mask, "The situation is very bad. There may be no way this time. Your family members should be mentally prepared."

Li Yunling looked stunned, "Is there no hope at all?"

"The heart can no longer bear any external force. The only way is to do a transplant operation immediately, but just now contacted the major hospitals again, and there is still no suitable donor. Yunling, we did our best."

Li Yunling stretched out her hand and clenched the director's wrist, "No matter what, you have to rescue him, even this time, we will find a way..."

Fu Ran stood in the corner near the door, and Ming Rong hugged Li Yunling who was about to collapse.

Housekeeper Xiao was also helping out, every figure and scene faded away, and no one noticed Fu Ran here.

It seemed that the door between her and Ming Chengyou had disappeared, and she could even see Ming Chengyou lying on the cold emergency table with tubes all over his body.

The detectors only showed weak vital signs, and the zigzag wave lines might be straightened at any time.

Fu Ran covered her face and slid down, a pale and lifeless face was reflected on the bright floor tiles.

She straightened her legs, and propped her palms on both sides of her body. She felt as cold as if she was immersed in an ice cave.

The director returned to the emergency room, just like what Li Yunling said, as long as it can be rescued, even if there is a slight chance of survival, you can't give up.

Fu Ran felt a slight throbbing pain in her stomach, which was not obvious. She stood up with force, and the phone in her bag suddenly rang. Fu Ran picked it up to see the caller ID.

It's Fu Songting.

She gasped with eyes wide open, it was already early morning, and Fu Songting would never call her so late.

Fu Ran only felt hopeless, and a pain that never comes singly poured into her heart. She pressed the call button with trembling fingers.

As if his voice was blocked by cotton, it was too late to speak, but Fu Songting's anxious voice came from over there, "Xiaoran, your mother is dying!"

Fu Ran's arms were hanging limply by her legs, and her eyes were filled with broken crystals. She took a step forward, and suddenly burst into tears.

When Ming Chengyou fell ill for the first time and Fan Xian was pushed down the stairs, they were sent to the same hospital.

Now, in the same hospital again, one told her that her husband was dying, and the other told her that her mother was dying?

Fu Ran's body was on the verge of falling, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his dry throat.

She supported the wall with her palms and walked out step by step.

Li Yunling wiped the corners of her eyes, and out of the corner of her eye she saw her walking out, "Chengyou is already like this, where are you going?"

Fu Ran couldn't hear the other words in his ears, and walked forward stiffly.

Li Yunling couldn't hide her grief, "People's hearts are in the belly, knowing that Chengyou is going to die, so I want to make plans for myself quickly."

Fu Ran came to the door of Fan Xian's ward. Fu Songting stood outside motionless with her head down. Her voice was hoarse, "Dad."

Fu Songting raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "Why so fast?" He looked behind him, "You came here alone?"

Fu Ran covered her mouth and held back, choked up a few times before opening her mouth, "The doctor said, Cheng You may be dying."

Fu Songting was surprised, "What's wrong with him?"

Seeing Ming Chengyou's weight loss in recent days, Fu Songting knew that he was not in good health, but never thought that it would be so serious.

Fu Ran sat down on the chair, "heart attack."

Fu Songting didn't speak for a while, and a sigh came into Fu Ran's ears.

Doctors came out of the ward one after another, Fu Ran got up quickly, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

"Sorry, we tried our best."

One of the doctors walked up to the two of them, "It seems that I can't last tonight, you go in and see her for the last time."

Compared to Fu Ran, Fu Songting was much calmer. When he entered the ward, Fan Xian didn't take off the ventilator he was wearing.

Fu Ran went over to her and cried, Fu Songting sat on the edge of the bed, he took his wife's hand, "Xiao Ran, don't cry, I have prepared for the worst since the day your mother became a vegetable, I had hoped for a miracle, but every day has passed, seeing her living like this, if she can be freed, let's not keep her forcibly."

Fu Ran clasped Fan Xian's shoulders with both hands, "Mom!"

Fu Songting covered his eyes with the back of Fan Xian's hand. Fu Ran saw him holding Fan Xian's hand tightly. The parting from life and death was only a moment, but the pain left behind was magnified thousands of times.

"Why can't you wait?" Fu Ran was heartbroken, "Mom, don't you want to see my child?"

Fu Songting couldn't hold back his sobs.

There was a sound of anxious footsteps at the door, and the director standing outside reached out to knock on the door, but seeing this scene, even a heart of stone could be crushed.

But time waited for no one, and he knocked on the door without hesitation.

"Young grandma."

Fu Ranfu's body froze beside Fan Xian, she raised her head to see the director, "Yes, is it Chengyou..."

The director nodded, "There is something we want to tell you."

Fu Ran held Fan Xian's hand. Neither of the two she loved could hold on anymore.

Fu Songting walked to her side and pulled her clenched hand away, "Go over."

Fu Ran was no different from a walking corpse. She followed the director to the outside, and the way to the office seemed to flow through a very deep and cold river.

The director opened the door first, and Fu Ran saw Li Yunling and Ming Rong sitting inside.

She walked in, her eyes were blindingly white.

The director motioned her to sit down quickly.

Li Yunling didn't even look at her, "You said Chengyou might have hope, is that true?"

Fu Ran's stopped heart beat suddenly, and his eyes looked at the other party.

The director looked at Fu Ran with embarrassment, and then looked away, "During heart organ transplantation, the better the match between the donor's indicators and the recipient, the better the transplant effect will be. However, with the development of science and technology, the current effect of immunosuppressive drugs is relatively ideal, which reduces the requirement for type matching in heart organ transplantation. For now, as long as the blood types match , can be considered for heart transplantation."

"However," Li Yunling also knew the difficulties inside, "The most important thing now is not being able to find a donor for a while, and Cheng You can't hold on anymore."

The director flipped through the documents in his hand thoughtfully, and his eyes fell back on Fu Ran's face.

Fu Ran was in a daze, her heart had no room to think about other things.

The director thought for a moment, then said carefully, "Young Mistress, your mother's blood type just matches the Third Young Master."