In the empty corridor, only Fu's mother was left crying there, and Liu's mother, who followed closely, saw this and hurriedly ran over.

"Madam, don't cry anymore, the young master will definitely be fine."

Except for this, Liu's mother didn't know how to comfort her.

Fu Zhoucheng is a child she watched grow up with one hand, and some things are in her eyes and hurt in her heart.

It's just that I can't say it because of my identity.

Fu Mu was like grasping a life-saving straw, and as soon as she grasped Mother Liu's hand, she couldn't help but tremble, and her always noble face changed color.

"Mother Liu, Zhou Cheng will be fine with him, right?"

"Yes, the young master will be fine, madam, you can rest assured, my young master Jiren has his own natural appearance, and God will definitely bless him, so don't worry, madam."

That being said, what happens next?

Half an hour later, the door of the operating room was open, and Fu Zhoucheng was also pushed out, only to see that he was pale and sallow, but his black eyes were already closed, and there was a drip on his arm.

"Are the patient's family there?"

"Yes."

Fu's mother wiped her face with tears and hurriedly ran up, "I am, may I ask the doctor, how is my son?" ”

The doctor let out a long sigh, then slowly took off the mask and said with a solemn face.

"The patient is not in good health, as a family member, I hope you can pay more attention to it, not only to eat three meals a day on time, but also to adjust the rest appropriately, and then over-consume like this, Da Luo Immortal can't save him......"

After saying this, Fu Zhoucheng was pushed into the ward, leaving Fu's mother stunned in place.

What do you mean? What does the doctor mean by this?

Could it be his son?

No, it won't, it won't.

Fu Zhoucheng is strong when he is a child, and he has never been sick, so in Fu's mother's heart, her son will not have any problems, even if he is suddenly hospitalized today, it is just a trivial matter in her eyes.

As everyone knows, gastric perforation has reached the most serious point.

After a long time, you have to cut your stomach to replenish your stomach.

Fu's mother came to the ward dazed and at a loss, only to see Fu Zhoucheng, who was still unconscious, lying on the hard hospital bed, his long eyelashes hanging down lifelessly, casting a silhouette under his eyelids.

The whole looks without a little breath of life, indescribably terrible, indescribably pale.

The painful Fu mother was so sad that she couldn't help herself.

Later, Fu's mother knew the seriousness of the matter, and the attending doctor told her in a deep tone, "The patient can no longer drink, excessive alcoholism has caused excessive wear and tear on his body, and all his internal organs have been affected......

"Over time, it will not only threaten human health, but also affect life."

Of course, such words frightened Fu's mother, her face trembled with horror, and as soon as she grabbed the doctor's hand, she begged bitterly.

"Doctor, please, save my son, no matter what the cost, I won't even blink an eyebrow......"

The doctor shook his head, looking very helpless, "As a doctor, I don't need to hide it from you, if this is just a medical matter, maybe I can find a way for you, but this is not the case now, I think you should know it in your heart." ”

In a word, the bell still needs to be Lingren.

Now Fu Zhoucheng is not only physically weak, but also has too many worries in his heart, causing his originally strong body to be too weak.

Mother Fu didn't know how to return to the ward, she only felt that her steps were vain, her expression was in a trance, and the tears on her face never faded.

……

At midnight, Jiang Siyu slept soundly, but unexpectedly, a rapid phone rang, pulling her back from her sleep.

Stretched out his hand indiscriminately and pressed the answer button, and Fu's mother's anxious voice had already sounded.

"Miss Jiang, would you please come to the hospital? I have something important to tell you. ”

"What's wrong? What happened? ”

Jiang Siyu held his mobile phone at a loss, as if he didn't know what was going on.

In Fu's mother's hurried explanation, she jumped up from the bed in a panic and rushed out without changing her clothes.

Along the way, I was in a hurry, and finally came to the hospital, but Fu's mother still didn't stop crying, and the whole person was immersed in the doctor's words.

Fu Zhoucheng is her only son, the only one, if, if something really happened, she didn't send it to face herself, thinking of this, she couldn't cry even more.

What exactly did she do wrong? God is going to torture her like this?

"Auntie, what's going on, please tell me quickly."

As soon as he entered the hospital, he saw this scene, and Jiang Siyu was so frightened that he rushed forward desperately.

"Miss Jiang, you're finally here, thank goodness ......"

In Fu's mother's consciousness, only Jiang Siyu can save Fu Zhoucheng at the moment, this girl looks so similar to Tong Qianxi, seeing things and thinking about people, maybe she can recover as before.

………

I don't know when I fell asleep, when a burst of early morning birdsong sounded, Fu Zhoucheng opened his eyes leisurely, his long eyelashes flashed, and he looked confused.

And that, the solemnity of the face has never faded, the thin lips are slightly open, but the expression is to stop talking.

In the next second, Jiang Siyu walked over, pretending to smile at him with a forced smile, and his red lips looked very excited.

After two days and two nights, the unconscious man woke up.

"Mr. Fu, you're finally awake."

After speaking, he was about to shed tears, but he was wiped away, and then his red lips were slightly opened, and he said quickly.

"Mr. Fu, do you want to drink some water?"

After speaking, he hurriedly rushed over, hurriedly poured him a glass of boiling water, and carefully brought it to him.

"Hmm."

There was no expected resistance, Fu Zhoucheng nodded, and Jiang Siyu, who was surprised, couldn't speak, and took the cup with trembling hands.

"Help me up."

Fu Zhoucheng let out a faint sound, then sat up with his body bold, took the water glass alone, drank it all, and then, as his throat rolled up and down, he swallowed it into his stomach.

Although the whole process looks pale and weak, there is an inexplicable beauty of heartbreak.

Especially the light shining in the morning sun, projected on his body, refracting the snow-white hospital gown beautifully.

Pale skin only feels clearer.

"Finished drinking?"

Jiang Siyu tried to take a step forward, took the water cup, and then cautiously continued to ask.

"Then, Mr. Fu, do you want to eat something?"

"Don't."

Fu Zhoucheng shook his head, then closed his eyes, a wave of tiredness appeared in his eyes, and with a low head, he slowly fell asleep again.

He was tired, tired to the point of exhaustion, exhausted to the point of exhaustion, and perhaps only with the help of drugs could he stay the course.

In his sleep, he was confused, and all he thought about in his head was Tong Qianxi, confused her, clear her, vague her, sad and sad her.

All kinds of things are intertwined in his mind over and over again, and he can't sleep well at all because of the noise, and sad expressions appear on his face from time to time, and Jiang Siyu is also indescribably sad when he sees it.

The feeling of sadness runs through the internal organs.

Fu's mother asked her to take care of Fu Zhoucheng, and did her best, even if she exhausted everything, she had to take care of him, and she hoped to take this rare opportunity to enter his heart.