Dyed

The door was opened, and Zhao Lan walked in with something.

"mom."

"Xiao Ran, lie down quickly," Zhao Lan took out the insulated box, "I asked the nanny at home to bring over some stewed soup, and I'll feed you some."

"Mom," Fu Ran grabbed Zhao Lan's clothes and motioned her to sit on the edge of the bed, her tone was impatient, "How is Chengyou's surgery going?"

"Not long after the end, there will be an observation period."

After hearing Zhao Lan's words, Fu Ran couldn't believe it, "In other words, the operation was successful?"

Zhao Lan looked relieved, "Yes, Xiaoran, you can rest here at ease."

Fu Ran was so excited that she couldn't control it for a while, tears streaming down her cheeks, Zhao Lansheng wanted to feed her with good soup.

"Mom, I'll do it myself."

Zhao Lan shook the bed and brought the soup and food to Fu Ran's hand. She resisted the discomfort and sat halfway. Zhao Lan hugged the child lying beside her in her arms, "It looks so good."

Fu Ran will be physically exhausted. Although she is very hungry, she has no appetite. The nurse came to pull out the drip tube for her, "Eat more, recover as soon as possible, and breastfeed early."

Zhao Lan hugged the child and looked at Fu Ran's face. She picked up a spoon and dug a mouthful of rice into her mouth. After chewing a few times, she swallowed, but felt like a stick in her throat.

"Xiaoran, the food in the hospital is definitely not as good as the food at home. I will come over to deliver food to you in the past few days."

Fu Ran's eye sockets were very hot, and when she raised her head, the figure in her sight was far away and hazy, "Thank you, Mom."

Zhao Lan couldn't find any other words to comfort her. The only thing she could do seemed to be this, to care as much as she could.

Li Yunling and Housekeeper Xiao also came in later, brought some food, hugged the child for a while before leaving.

The haze that weighed on the Ming family seemed to be quietly dissipating.

Ming Chengyou can't visit at this meeting, Fu Ran is not feeling well, and spends most of the time lying on the bed.

When Fu Songting came in, the child was hungry and was crying all the time. He took the child from the nurse's arms, and Fu Ran saw that his temples were pale, so he couldn't speak anymore when he called Dad.

He sat on the chair beside the bed, stroking the baby's tender face with his fingers, staring at him intently, but said to Fu Ran, "Xiao Ran, Chengyou's operation was successful, and your mother can finally walk away." Rest assured."

Fu Ran's eyes were red, "I always think that things can be both, Chengyou's illness can be cured, and a miracle will happen to my mother."

Fu Songting sighed, "Isn't it already a miracle that your mother's heart can match Chengyou's? We can't expect everything to be a miracle. In that case, life would be unreal."

Fu Songting picked up the child, and rubbed the beard protruding from his chin against his cheek, "I know you feel uncomfortable, your child is too serious, but I believe that after a long time, you will let go slowly."

The baby cried more and more loudly, and the nurse carried it to prepare for feeding.

"Dad, is Mom gone?"

Fu Songting knew what Fu Ran's words meant.

"The cornea was also removed, as well as other organs. We don't know the recipient's information, but the director said that at least four or five lives could be saved."

Fu Ran's nose was sore, but she felt relief in her heart, but she still felt uncomfortable. Thinking of the scene of Fan Xian lying on the operating table, Fu Ran's heart felt like a knife was twisted.

Fu Songting didn't leave until the evening, and there were still many things to deal with at home.

Fu Ran was lying in the ward, watching the sunset.

Except for her and the child, the room was still cold and lonely.

The nurse was about to leave when the door was suddenly opened, and a burst of fragrance rushed into the nostrils.

The nurse looked at the person who came in, "Who are you?"

"I'm Fu Ran's friend."

Fu Ran looked sideways, and since she was standing against the backlight, she couldn't recognize who the other party was. The woman put the flowers in her hand into the vase by the window, and she stretched out her hands to caress them, her eyes serious.

Fu Ran took a closer look, and her gaze was fixed on a hideous wound on her wrist.

The nurse's eyes were full of inquiries and she looked at Fu Ran.

She nodded, "You go out first, it's a friend of mine who came to see me."

After the nurse heard this, she went out with confidence. When she took the door to her, Fu Ran stared blankly at the woman.

After placing the flowers, she walked over and saw a child lying in the crib next to Fu Ran. Fu Ran got up subconsciously and dragged the crib to her side, "Are you okay?"

"We met before, my name is Mo Shengxiao."

Fu Ran was not surprised, "I know, wasn't my husband blackmailed by you for 1000 million before?"

Mo Shengxiao was taken aback, his brows furrowed, "Is there such a thing?"

Fu Ran hugged the child into her arms, and Sheng Xiao sat down on the chair beside her bed, "I'll come here to give you a few words."

She met Mo Shengxiao's eyes, her face was calm, but she didn't see any tension.

Fu Ran just felt that a person with such a scar on his hand must have a deep story, and because of the impression left by the first meeting, he always felt an indescribable kindness towards Mo Shengxiao.

"You say it."

Sheng Xiao took out a mobile phone from her bag and put it on Fu Ran's bedside table, "What I'm going to say next is related to this mobile phone."

After Fu Ran listened, she saw Mo Shengxiao stand up.

She bent down to look at the child in Fu Ran's arms, and she was no longer on guard.

"Your baby is very cute, and my daughter is also very skinny recently, so I can come and play often in the future."

After Sheng Xiao left, Fu Ran thoughtfully held the phone in her hand. There was a gloomy look on her brows, and she stuffed the phone under the pillow.

When Mo Shengxiao walked out of the hospital, a ghost sports car was hidden under the shade of trees on the side of the road. After looking around, she walked over and opened the door of the passenger seat.

The man inside seemed to have been waiting for a long time, his fingers tapped on the steering wheel, and the blue dragon painted on his index finger was unruly.

Yu Zun took off his brown glasses, revealing his long and narrow phoenix eyes, "How?"

Mo Shengxiao fastened his seat belt on his own.

Seeing that she was silent, Yu Zun approached, "What's wrong?"

Mo Shengxiao turned sideways, "Have you blackmailed them 1000 million?"

The man's pupils lit up suddenly, "Did she say that?"

"Is this the case?"

"Not ten million."

"That's right." Mo Shengxiao looked carefully at the man's handsome face, "I said, why would you do such a thing?"

Yu Zun didn't explain, and stretched out his hand to hug Sheng Xiao into his arms. Mo Shengxiao thought something was wrong, "Are you hiding something from me?"

The man had a serious face, "Really not."

Sheng Xiao didn't think Fu Ran was lying, so Yu Zun straightened up and started the engine, "Can I still lie to you?"

Fu Ran got out of bed, put on soft-soled shoes and went out.

It happened that Zhao Lan came in.

"Mom, help me watch the baby."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back." Fu Ran walked out of the room, Zhao Lan heard the child crying, and hurried in.

The footsteps should not be too far, Fu Ran supported the wall with his palms, and passed a room. The young father had soaked milk powder and was pushing the door to enter. There were several people around, probably grandparents and so on.

Some people help to hold the baby, and some coax the mother to eat more, don't be afraid of gaining weight.

Fu Ran stopped in her tracks, but she didn't stay for too long. She has learned to comfort herself, it doesn't matter, Ming Chengyou will be fine soon, and she no longer has to envy others.

When I came to the intensive care unit where Ming Chengyou was staying, the door was closed, let alone a visit, it was impossible to even take a look.

Fu Ran was sitting on the chair outside. Although it was the same as the previous two days, the door through it was different.

She looked forward to it, hoping that Ming Chengyou would survive.