Dyed

She was struck by lightning, and she couldn't describe her mood at this moment. Li Yunling's eyes were full of surprise, "You mean, Fan Xian's heart can save Chengyou?"

"After the operation is completed, if he survives for more than a month, the operation should be considered a success."

Fu Ran opened his mouth, Ming Rong glanced at her, and Li Yunling swallowed the words forcefully.

"Young Mistress, just now your mother's attending doctor told me that your mother won't be able to survive tonight. According to my suggestion, it's better to keep the two of you if you can."

"I'm sure if your mother could choose, she would."

The director made the stakes clear to her, "Third Young Master can't go on any longer. If you miss this opportunity, there is no possibility of surviving. Look..."

The wrist tightened suddenly, and Li Yunling held Fu Ran's hand, "Xiao Ran, Chengyou's life will be all on you, you can see how the hope was cut off last time, you will not refuse Agree, right?"

A boulder instantly crushed Fu Ran out of breath.

"Xiao Ran, you are talking!" Li Yunling grabbed Fu Ran's hand in desperation, her face was as pale as paper, and she stood up.

"Yunling," the director gestured to her with his eyes, "Let the young mistress think about it."

"Does this still need to be considered? Chengyou is her husband, does she still want to save her?" Li Yunling roared, and Fu Ran had already opened the door of the office and walked out.

Pausing in her steps, Fu Ran sat down on the chair outside.

I really don't have the strength to take another step.

Li Yunling's crying came through the office, Housekeeper Xiao strode to the door, the light above Fu Ran's head was covered by a figure, she slowly raised her head, her face was unspeakably dull.

"Young grandma?"

Fu Ran reached out to wipe off the coldness on her face, and after holding on, she walked towards the corridor on the other side step by step.

Back in Fan Xian's ward, all the medical staff were evacuated, and Fu Songting was massaging his wife.

Fu Ran looked at it like a stick in her throat, and stood there for a long time, unable to move her footsteps.

Fu Songting put Fan Xian's hand to his ear, "It wasn't easy for us to get together in the first place. There was so much opposition at home, but we have stayed with us to this day. Now you have to go first. Every time you always say that you are talking about me." Talking about me and that has gradually become a habit, how can I change it in the future?"

Fu Ran stood silently in the room, the lights formed a halo around her, she clenched her fingers tightly.

Time passed between his fingers, Fu Ran slowly walked up to Fu Songting, he turned his face and saw her kneeling in front of him.

"Little dye."

Fu Ran didn't know how to speak, all the words rushed to her throat and became powerless.

Fu Songting wanted to pull her up.

Fu Ran propped her hands in front of her, bent her upper body and slammed her forehead on the ground, "Dad."

"what happened?"

Fu Ran saw her tears streaming down her knees, she cried until she couldn't even speak, "Chengyou——"

Ten fingers bent and grasped the floor tiles, as if traces of struggle could be seen.

Fu Songting held her shoulders, "You are still pregnant, get up and talk."

Fu Ran was supported by him to stand up.

"Dad, he can't drag on anymore. The doctor said that only mother's heart can save him. What should I do?"

She covered her face with her hands, Ming Chengyou finally had a little hope, but she was about to face the fact that Fan Xian had left.

Even though he knew that even without Ming Chengyou, Fan Xian would still leave, but with such a cruel reality in front of him, how could Fu Ran resist it?

Fu Songting sat back on the edge of the bed, his eyes shifted to Fan Xian's face.

"Xiaoran, don't feel too uncomfortable," Fu Songting sighed, "If your mother's heart can really save Chengyou, it can be regarded as God's arrangement. She has been blaming herself for not being able to love you well, and owes you more than [-] years. If the relationship between you and me can continue in Chengyou, I have no regrets."

Standing by the bed, Fu Ran saw Fan Xian's hazy face.

"Xiaoran, your mother and I voluntarily signed an agreement to donate the body after death. Don't be sad. Even if your mother's heart doesn't save Chengyou, it will be given to others."

Fu Songting looked at his wife on the hospital bed, Fu Ran was a little surprised, "You?"

"What do people need this body for when they die? It's nothing more than ashes after being burned. If you can save a few more people, so what if they can be buried in the ground? The most important thing is to have a peaceful mind."

Fu Ran walked to the side of the bed, and suddenly there was a sharp instrument sound in her ears. She saw that the line that was originally a wave suddenly became straight.

"mom!"

She was hoarse.

Fu Songting let go of Fan Xian's hand. Not long after, doctors and nurses rushed into the room again, and after rescue, they declared him dead.

Fu Songting's eyes were red, he walked to Fu Ran's side, "Xiao Ran."

The voice did not fall, but the person fell down.

"dad!"

No matter how strong he pretended to be, he couldn't bear such a stimulus.

The nurses worked together to take Fu Songting to the next ward, and Fu Ran approached Fan Xian's bed in a few steps, covering her face in the quilt covering Fan Xian.

The director hurried over upon hearing the news, "Young Mistress, make a decision quickly."

Even if it was cruel, he still couldn't help urging.

Fu Ran straightened up, and the director gave her the prepared document, "You still need to sign."

Fu Ran took the signature pen, but her hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties. The drop of the pen meant that Fan Xian really left.

With his mutilated and dilapidated limbs, he left Fu Ran far away.

Tears fell on the A4 paper drop by drop, and the smudged font appeared enlarged and blurred. Fu Ranqiang cheered up and signed his name tremblingly and quickly.

The director looked at Fan Xian, "Get ready for surgery."

"Okay." The head nurse and others who came in hurried out to make preparations.

Fu Ran saw a nurse about to take off the ventilator, "Wait."

She stepped forward, the nurse glanced at her and let go of her hand.

Fu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, took Fan Xian's still warm hand, and she pressed the back of her hand to her face, "Mom, in the next life, you must remember that if I can still be your daughter, you must not let me leave you then For a long time, don't go too far, you know?"

Fu Ranqiang raised the corner of his mouth, but couldn't help the tears streaming down, "Mom, you remember, your grandson's name is Ming Qinghan, and you also have to remember that you have a daughter named Fu Ran."

She supported Fan Xian's ear with one hand, leaned over, and buckled the ventilator with the other hand.

With little effort, she removed the ventilator by herself.

Seeing the doctors and nurses coming out, Fu Ran pushed Fan Xian's bed and walked out.

She pinched the bedside table with her palm, and Fu Ran didn't follow until the figures of the crowd disappeared at the door.

The door of the operating room was closed, and Li Yunling and Ming Rong were outside. Fu Ran sat on the chair opposite them and covered her face and wept. The long wait was like digging out her heart and taking her internal organs.

Mingzheng sent Zhao Lan over, and when he saw Fu Ran, he walked over and sat beside her.

Fu Ranhuan tightened his shoulders, and Mingzheng put on the coat that was taken off the car for her, "Don't worry, he will be fine."

Fu Ran only felt a scorching hot rush out of the nostrils, and only after touching it with his hand did he realize that it was a nosebleed.

Mingzheng quickly took her hand, pressed the tiger's mouth tightly for her, "raise your head."

But she turned a deaf ear and let the nosebleeds drip onto her body. Ming Zheng hurriedly fetched a tissue from Zhao Lan to hold her nose.

Fu Ran's eyes were fixed on the door of the operating room. Seeing her appearance, Li Yunling walked up to her in a few steps, "We are here, go and rest."

She reached out and pressed her nose tightly with a tissue.

The corners of Li Yunling's eyes softened, and her palm fell on Fu Ran's shoulder, "Your mother... But it can finally give Chengyou hope, Xiaoran, don't be too sad."

Ming Zheng couldn't hide his surprise, "Xiao Ran, what's wrong with Auntie?"

Fu Ran pursed his lips tightly, and Ming Zheng probably guessed a little bit. He turned his face away and looked at Fu Ran, and the throbbing pain from his abdomen seemed to be more and more obvious.

She stood up and went to the bathroom to wash off the blood on her face.

After Fu Ran walked out, she leaned against the wall weakly. She really couldn't find the strength to hold on, and slowly returned to the operating room. A wave of warmth burst out along the inner thigh, and Fu Ran bent down in pain. .

Zhao Lan hurriedly walked towards her, "Xiao Ran, what's wrong?"

"stomachache."

Zhao Lan took a closer look, "It's not good, the amniotic fluid is broken, and it's time to give birth."