Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Fu Zechuan put Ji Fanfan on the hospital bed, and seeing Ji Fanfan in pain was like a knife to his heart.

He shouldn't have left him alone!

For so many days, he locked himself in the room, and as soon as he woke up, his mind was full of Ji Fanfan's appearance. He felt that he was crazy, and even Ji Fanfan's messages and calls, he subconsciously avoided .

He felt that this might restore himself to normal and eliminate the anxiety in his heart, but it wasn't until today when he saw Ji Fanfan again that he realized that the defense line he had worked so hard to build for so many days was completely destroyed in an instant.

For the first time in his life, he felt at a loss, "Fanfan, I'm sorry, I'm late..."

Ji Fanfan reluctantly opened his eyes to look at Fu Zechuan with a worried expression on his face. The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead weakly. He was too weak to speak, so he could only shake his hand weakly. , told him not to worry, and then passed out uncontrollably.

The doctor was almost pushed into the ward. When he saw Ji Fanfan for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, but he hurriedly checked his wound first.

In order not to disturb the doctor's treatment of Ji Fanfan's wound, Fu Zechuan and Song Chengcheng retreated outside the ward.

"Where have you been these few days?" Song Chengcheng asked Fu Zechuan who was annoyed and blamed himself in puzzlement.

Fu Zechuan was not in the mood to talk to him, so he dealt with it hastily, "At home."

Song Chengcheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "Why don't you open the door at home?! Didn't you hear me knocking so loudly?"

"I don't want to." Fu Zechuan glanced at him, with a bad tone, "Stop arguing."

Song Chengcheng immediately closed his mouth tightly when he heard the words, but after a while, he wanted to ask something again, but when he saw Fu Zechuan who was tense and staring at the door of the ward without blinking, he closed it wisely again. mouth.

He frowned and sighed silently, it was the first time he saw such a nervous expression on someone's face from Fu Zechuan.

Thinking of this, he was startled suddenly, could he be really serious about Ji Fanfan...

Song Chengcheng shook his head, dismissing that inexplicable possibility, how could it be possible?

As a person who grew up with Fu Zechuan when he was young, he is very clear about the character of his good brother. He must be fresh to Ji Fanfan.

After thinking this through, Song Chengcheng stood with his back against the wall, raised his head and sighed deeply, "Ji Fanfan is too miserable, if we weren't here today, his stepmother and his cheap brother would probably beat him up." die."

He looked sideways at Fu Zechuan, "Hey, tell me, what kind of enmity is this?"

Fu Zechuan didn't answer him, but the veins in his hands clenched into fists were bulging, and his dark eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Song Chengcheng continued rambling: "And I heard that his father, uh, is in the emergency room now...he seems to have a heart problem, and he won't live long."

He straightened up a little, shook his head lamentingly, "What's the matter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Chengcheng heard a "bang" sound of his fist hitting the wall. He was taken aback, and looked at Fu Zechuan who was hammering the wall with an ugly face inexplicably, "What are you doing? Do you hurt yourself?"

Fu Zechuan didn't answer him, but turned around and looked at the person in the ward who was disturbing his mind again. He tried his best to calm himself down, and let the throbbing heart beat steadily again, but the red spot on the hanging hand was still showing He cared about the man in the ward.

The doctor gave Ji Fanfan painkilling injections, treated major/large and small wounds, and put on an IV before finally walking out of the ward.

He closed the door carefully, then took off the blue mask, pushed the old glasses on the bridge of the nose, the hair on the sideburns showed the traces of the years, the brows were furrowed, and the voice was old, "this little girl Brother is the one from four years ago, right?"

Fu Zechuan paused with his hand on the doorknob, and looked sideways at the old doctor. His dark pupils were like bottomless black holes, and his words were cold, "Four years ago?"

The old doctor nodded solemnly, "Well, I was the one who took over the treatment when he was sent here four years ago covered in blood."

He took off his glasses wearily, took out the glasses cloth from the pocket of his white coat, and wiped them slowly, as if lost in memory, "He made a deep impression on me. He seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time. I thought it was a child who was injured in a fight, but later I heard that it was a family member." He sighed deeply, apparently unable to understand.

Putting on the glasses again, he said tiredly: "At that time when I took over, I thought he might not be able to survive, but I didn't expect this kid to be quite strong, and later he was raised in the hospital for more than half a year before he was released from the hospital."

He raised his eyes and asked Fu Zechuan, "What happened today? Are you from his family?"

Fu Zechuan stood there dumbfounded. The old doctor's words "maybe I can't make it through" set off a huge wave in his heart, and he couldn't react for a while.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Chengcheng quickly took over the doctor's conversation, "We are his friends."

"Friend." The old doctor nodded and looked around again. He didn't see anyone else, so he understood something, and explained to them——

"This time the injury was relatively minor. It was basically a flesh injury. Fortunately, the ribs did not hurt the internal organs. It will recover after a while. You don't have to worry about it. For other wounds, change the dressing regularly. When he gets better, I will Give him some oral medicine, oh, yes, the incision on his back is not healed, and it split again, I have also dealt with it, you guys..." The old doctor thought for a while, and finally only left a sentence: " Advise him to rest."

When the old doctor left, Song Chengcheng and Fu Zechuan could still hear him sigh and say, "Why parents can be so cruel..."

Fu Zechuan almost crushed the doorknob in his hand, his knuckles turned white from too much force, as if blocking all the blood that could warm and circulate.

After a while, he took a deep breath to calm down, then turned the doorknob and opened the door.

On the hospital bed, Ji Fanfan was still awake. There were two pieces of gauze on his face, one big and one small, one on the cheek and the other on the forehead, which was very eye-catching.

And those smiling, cautious eyes were tightly closed at the moment, brows seemed to be furrowed in extreme pain, lips were abnormally white, and the transparent thin tube for intravenous drip was connected to the back of Ji Fanfan's hand that was so white that it was almost transparent With a pale feeling of sickness.

He is like a fragile ceramic doll, people worry so much that they just want to hold him in the palm of their hand and take good care of him.

Fu Zechuan stood in front of the hospital bed, staring at Ji Fanfan motionlessly. In just a few days, he was even thinner than before...

Fu Zechuan's heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe, he stretched out his hand to touch Ji Fanfan's finger in a daze, it was cold to the touch.

He gently put Ji Fanfan's hand in his palm, wanting to use the temperature of his hand to warm his.

He still wanted to call out the unconscious person's name, but his throat was so sore that he couldn't utter a single word.

Song Chengcheng didn't enter the ward, but just stood outside the door and glanced at the two people inside, but the phone rang at this moment. Afraid of alarming them, he quickly picked up the phone and walked aside wisely, "I'm Song Chengcheng."

There was a woman's voice on the other end of the phone, which gave people a sense of oppression, "Where's Xiao Chuan? Why didn't I answer his call?"

Song Chengcheng glanced at the ward in embarrassment, then said without blushing and heartbeat: "Sister Yue, Zechuan is taking a bath now, that's why he didn't answer the phone."

Fu Yue's voice was obviously deep, "Tell me honestly, did he go out with those cronies again?!"

Song Chengcheng thought to himself that I hope he can go fooling around, and now this distraught appearance makes people worry, but he still said wittily: "Where, isn't the resort project here in Yangcheng about to start, so it's just recently It's relatively busy, and I have to socialize until midnight just to socialize."

Fu Yue asked suspiciously: "Really?"

Song Chengcheng said bluntly: "Sister Yue, can I lie to you? Or do you need to find Zechuan urgently? I'll kick his door and let him answer the phone for you."

Fu Yue said lightly: "It's nothing urgent, you ask him to call me back after he takes a shower."

Song Chengcheng replied, "Okay, no problem."

Fu Yue's voice was a little louder, and he emphasized emphatically: "Also, Xiao Cheng, help me keep an eye on him, and don't let him keep in touch with dubious people."

Song Chengcheng's mouth twitched, "Sister Yue, those people are well-known figures from all walks of life, can you stop describing them like that..."

"do you have any opinion?"

"Ah no, I dare not, Sister Yue is right."

"It's okay, hang up."

"Okay, goodbye, Miss Yue."

After finally tricking the other party into hanging up the phone, Song Chengcheng let out a long breath and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. Then he walked to the door of the ward again, put his hand on the doorknob hesitantly, and finally opened the door bravely.

Standing next to the listless Fu Zechuan, he said slowly: "Your sister called you, but you called me when you didn't answer. I didn't tell her about this place. As for you, call her back when you have time."

Fu Zechuan stared at Ji Fanfan intently, and replied like a marionette, "Yeah."

Song Chengcheng had never seen him so lost, so he couldn't help but push him, and asked with a puzzled frown, "Fu Zechuan, are you okay!"

Fu Zechuan lowered his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes covered the inexplicable emotions in his eyes that he didn't even understand, and his deep voice was full of confusion, "I just feel empty and uncomfortable in my heart. Chengcheng, why did things turn sour? so?"

Song Chengcheng thought about it with twists and turns, and finally looked at Fu Zechuan and asked something that made him feel unbelievable, "You don't like Ji Fanfan, do you?"

Fu Zechuan thought silently, but did not answer.

Little did he know that his appearance was equivalent to acquiescing in Song Chengcheng's eyes. Song Chengcheng opened his eyes wide as if he had been hit by a bolt from the blue, and raised his voice in shock, "No way! You don't really like him, do you?"

Fu Zechuan's thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and then loosened after a while, his heart was ups and downs, but his voice was flat, "I don't like him."?