Everyone knows that the person locked in this ward is Fu Tingyuan's biological father.

But since Yan Zong was sent to this hospital, Fu Tingyuan has hardly come to visit him.

With the best private ward, the best private care, and the world's top doctors around the clock, his care for Yan Zong can be called meticulous.

However, everyone could feel the treacherous atmosphere that permeated the father and son, Yan Zong was not so much placed here by Fu Tingyuan for treatment, but rather placed under house arrest by him in this ward.

Without Fu Tingyuan's permission, he couldn't even take a step out of the ward.

The entire hospital is controlled by the Yan family, and Fu Tingyuan said a word, and no one in the entire hospital dared to disobey.

The nurse pushed open the door and walked in, and when she saw the situation of the old man inside, her face changed, she hurriedly ran out, and called anxiously: "Doctor, the doctor is not good......

……

The black Lincoln car drove in the direction of the villa.

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to recuperate.

When he came out of the hospital, his face was calm without a trace of expression, but when he got into the car, the driver still felt a trace of cold air spreading from him.

It was quiet in the carriage, and the driver drove the car smoothly without making a sound.

"Buzz"

A sound of mobile phone vibrating came out, and the driver's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and when he calmed down, he realized that it was not his mobile phone ringing.

The man who had been sitting in the back seat slowly opened his eyes, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket with a calm expression, glanced at it, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

I don't know what was being said inside, the driver only felt that the air pressure in the carriage was getting lower and lower, and after a while, the other party ended the call, and then said lightly: "Turn around and go back to the hospital." ”

The driver was stunned for a moment, didn't ask anything, just hurriedly turned the front of the car around.

The emergency room is crowded.

When Fu Tingyuan arrived, Yan Zong's attending doctor had just come out of the emergency room, saw Fu Tingyuan, walked over and whispered, "Mr. Fu, you have arrived." ”

Fu Tingyuan indifferently raised his eyes to look at the scene in the emergency room, and asked, "How is he now?" ”

"Still rescuing." The attending doctor said respectfully, "The situation has been controlled, and the discovery is timely." It's just that Yan is very old, and I'm afraid that it will take a long time to recover after this operation. ”

Fu Tingyuan nodded, didn't say anything more, walked to the side of the wall and leaned against it, and silently lit a cigarette.

His expression was still so light and indifferent, and he could hardly see any nervousness, as if the old man who was undergoing heart bypass surgery inside was not his father at all. The doctor glanced at his calm expression, then sighed lowly, and after disinfection, he went back into the operating room.

When Yan Qingfeng rushed over from the company, Yan Zong's operation was still continuing.

The tall man moved to the wall, his brows lowered and shrouded in a faint smoke, and his expression was cold, a little indifferent to the joy and anger. When I saw him coming, I just raised my head and glanced at him indifferently.

Yan Qingfeng was a little angry when he saw his out-of-the-box appearance, he endured his temper and walked over to ask the nurse at the door how the operation was going.

At around twelve o'clock in the morning, Yan Zong was finally sent out of the ward.