The Fu family and others rushed to Renhe Hospital as quickly as possible.

The doctor brought the informed consent form for the operation to Fu Jichen to sign and explained to him that when the patient was sent to the hospital for treatment, multiple organs in the body failed, and it was likely that he would not be able to get off the operating table. The operation is difficult and risky, and even if the rescue is successful in the end, it may not be able to recover.

After listening to the doctor's words, Old Man Fu's eyes turned black for a while, and he staggered back two steps, and was stabilized by Fu Qizhen and Fu Jianfang.

"Doctor, please save my son." After the old man stood firmly, he grabbed the doctor's hand, his eyes were pleading and pleading, and he no longer had the harsh and cold demeanor of the past.

"Don't worry, old man, we will do our best." The doctor couldn't say many words of comfort or promise that he would save the patient.

Fu Jichen held the pen very strongly, his finger bones protruded, signed his name on the consent form, handed it to the doctor, and had nothing extra to say.

After a few moments, the door to the operating room was closed, and the idlers were not disturbed.

In the corridor, the people of the Fu family did not say a word, and while waiting anxiously, they sometimes looked at the closed door, even if they knew in their hearts that the operation would not end so soon, they still couldn't help but look at it, wanting to know the result as soon as possible.

"Dad, sit down for a while." Fu Jianfang bowed his head slightly, and softly persuaded the old man, "Your body can't bear it if you stand for a long time." Big Brother Ji people have their own natural appearance, and they will be fine. ”

Old Man Fu was not stubborn, he was supported by his children, sat down on the public seat against the wall, his hands curled into fists on his knees, and his wrinkled face could not hide his sadness.

His mind is not confused, and the meaning expressed in the doctor's words is very clear, but things have not come to that point, and people are always willing to believe that a miracle will happen.

The elevator doors opened at this moment, and a hurried footstep sounded from far and near.

Fu Jianfang raised his head when he heard the sound and looked over, the person who came over was Wei Ronghua, with a disheveled hair, a scorched face, red and swollen eyes from crying, a light gray cardigan on the outside of his skirt, and indoor cloth slippers on his feet.

The eldest lady of the Fu family, who has always been elegant and dignified, may have never shown this image in front of others, Fu Jianfang retracted his gaze and couldn't say mean words.

"How's Zhengjun doing?" Wei Ronghua's hands were clasped tightly, and as the words came out, a choked sobs welled up from the bottom of his throat.

No one answered her.

"What happened to him?"

The second time she said the same thing, Wei Ronghua's voice was so hoarse that she could barely hear what she said, only to see her eyes blurred by tears, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Fu Feibai held his mother's hands, said with red eyes: "The doctor just said that Dad's body organs are failing and he may not be able to get off the operating table, even if the operation is successful, the situation is not optimistic." ”

When Wei Ronghua heard this, he couldn't support it, and his body slid down.

Fu Feibai hugged her shoulders and didn't let her fall, tears flowed profusely: "Mom......"

He didn't know what else to say, and he didn't want to believe that his father, who had been in good health two hours earlier, had become like this.

Fu Feibai regretted it very much at the moment, when his father went out before dinner, he saw that his face was wrong, and he should chase him out and stop him to ask a few more questions. If I had cared more about him at that time, maybe this would not have happened.

Wei Ronghua covered her mouth, a low sobbing sound leaked out of her fingers, the remorse in her heart was deeper and heavier than Fu Feibai, she shouldn't have quarreled with her husband, shouldn't have slapped him, shouldn't have mentioned the deceased Xiao Heting without words, maybe it was earlier, she shouldn't have interfered in the matter of sending her heart......

Too much should not contribute to the current situation.

An hour passed, the sliding door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out of it, even though he was used to seeing life and death, he could still see the pain in the exposed eyes: "I'm very sorry, the patient died due to ineffective rescue......

After announcing the specific time of death, the doctor comforted the patient's family.

The old man stood up abruptly at the moment the doctor came out, and before he could say anything to inquire about the situation, he heard the news of the death of his eldest son, his mouth was open, his pupils dilated, and the whole person leaned straight back.

"Dad!"

Fu Jianfang shouted, and hurriedly called the doctor to treat the old man.

The doctor who was the chief surgeon of Fu Zhengjun called someone to come over, and the Fu family was divided into two groups, one group followed over to check the old man's condition, and the other group stayed outside the operating room.

Mournful sobs rang out in the hallway, and women cried in disbelief.

"I don't believe it, you must be mistaken, he can't die, I want to see him! I him off, he wouldn't forgive me, and deliberately let you guys work together to deceive me, right? I knew that if you let him come out, I will admit my mistake to him, I am wrong, I should not disobey him, and I will not advocate again in the future......"

Wei Ronghua rushed over and grabbed the doctor's arm and shook it vigorously, one slipper fell off, and he stepped on the ground barefoot, his mind was dazed, like a madman.

Even if she is seen, she will not believe that she is the mother of the Fu family.

"Mom, don't be like this, Dad is no longer here." Fu Feibai couldn't accept this fact either, crying and holding his mother.

Wei Ronghua was stunned, slowly turned his head to look at him, tears flowed down his cheeks, and hung on his chin: "What are you talking about?" What does it mean that he is gone, he is still fine, how can he be gone! ”

The door of the operating room opened again, and Fu Zhengjun was pushed out, his face was very peaceful, without a trace of pain, and he looked as if he was asleep.

Wei Ronghua let go of her youngest son and rushed to her husband, the mobile hospital bed could not go any further, so it could only stop outside the operating room, and the entire corridor echoed with Wei Ronghua's cry.

"Fu Zhengjun, get up!" Wei Ronghua knelt on the ground, his fingers clasped his husband's arm, trying to wake him up, "What are you lying here, get up and talk to me!" Did you hear that? It doesn't matter how much you hate me, as long as you wake up. ”

Fu Jichen walked over, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the tile floor was calm, there was no emotion on his face, only his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said to Fu Feibai: "Pull her up and send her home first." ”

Fu Zhengjun's death has become a fact, no matter whether he accepts it or not, it cannot be reversed, and there are still a lot of things to arrange in the future, and it is impossible for Wei Ronghua to do this.

Fu Feibai glanced at his eldest brother, his face was very calm, and it was inevitable that people would feel cold-blooded and ruthless, but the wet red in his eyes was not fake, which showed that he was also very sad in his heart, but as his father's eldest son and the head of the family, he had to carry a heavier burden than others, so he had to force himself to be calm and calm, so as not to mess up.

Fu Feibai has always trusted his eldest brother unconditionally, bent down, held his mother's arm with one hand, hugged her shoulder with the other, and dragged the person up: "Mom, let's go home first." ”

"I'm not going back, I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to stay here and guard him, and wait for him to open his eyes and forgive me." Wei Ronghua hugged her husband's body and refused to let go.

Fu Feibai had no choice but to use brute force to pull her away.

Wei Ronghua's hand left the hospital bed little by little, and finally fell to the ground, watching her husband being pushed away, unable to stand the blow, and fainted.

*

Mr. Fu's eldest son passed away, and the news spread in the circle the next day.

Everyone was surprised by the suddenness of the incident, regretted Fu Zhengjun's untimely death, and sympathized with Old Man Fu's age, and asked the white-haired person to send the black-haired person.

In the morning, some people went to pay their respects.

The mourning hall was full of wreaths sent by people from all walks of life, and when I walked inside, I didn't see Old Man Fu, but the rest of the Fu family was there.

Fu Zhengjun's eldest son, Fu Jichen, was wearing a black shirt and suit, a white linen filial piety coat, and a filial piety hat, and his younger brother Fu Feibai stood next to him. Fu Yuling knelt on the futon, hung his head, held a handful of paper money in his hand, and threw it into the brazier, his filial piety hat blocked his palm-sized face, crying.

Wei Ronghua was still here just now, fainted from crying, and was helped down to rest by the daughter-in-law in the second room.

Some guests came to worship, and after offering incense, they walked aside to comfort the family of the deceased.

The brothers thanked them, and then the guests looked at Fu Jichen and asked about the old man's physical condition, Fu Feibai replied on his behalf, without concealing the true situation: "Grandpa is still in the hospital, and he is temporarily taken care of by his aunt." ”

The guest sighed: "Let him mourn the old man, pay more attention to his body, and I will visit him when I go back." ”

"Uncle Xie Li cares, I will tell grandpa." Fu Feibai's face was pale and haggard, and he sent people away, and ushered in a few guests who came to mourn.

The smell of incense, candles, and paper money was mixed, Fu Jichen looked down at the man lying in the crystal coffin, this was his father, he had always been generous and benevolent, how could he not mourn in his heart.

He used to be angry with Wei Ronghua because of what he did, and refused to talk to him well, in retrospect, the father and son almost never had a long talk.

Now that he is gone, he realizes that missing some things is a lifelong regret.

In the next chapter, I will write about Jia Nianlu......(:з"∠)_