The Fu family retained some traditional customs in the funeral, and the vigil was held for three days, and at five o'clock in the morning on the fourth day, Fu Zhengjun was sent to the predetermined cemetery for burial.

The night before the funeral, the Fu family invited the guests who had come to mourn for dinner.

In the Mandry Hotel in the center of the city, the banquet halls on the upper and lower floors are occupied, and more than 50 tables of banquets are prepared to entertain guests.

The elders of the Fu family led Fu Jichen to several tables of distinguished guests, and said loudly: "Thank you, filial son!" One thanks, one thanks, three thanks—"

Every time he spoke, Fu Jichen bent down and bowed, bowing three times in a row.

After coming to the hotel, he took off his filial piety clothes and hat, wearing only a black suit, with a pinch of white thread tied in his buttonholes, the whole person became deeper and deeper, and his face was visibly tired. The others didn't know that before this funeral, he had just lost his beloved girl, had been ill for more than a week, and when he came back, he hadn't rested properly, and then something like this happened.

There are elders who are the same age as Old Man Fu, and after Fu Jichen bowed and thanked him, he got up and patted him on the shoulder, and said lovingly: "Your father is not here, you have to take more responsibilities in the future, take care of yourself." ”

Fu Jichen bowed his head, should come down, and sat down with both hands on the person, everywhere was proper and thoughtful, blameless.

The next day, before four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Fu Jichen had to start preparations and arrange a vehicle to be responsible for picking up the guests who came to see Fu Zhengjun out of the funeral that day.

Some security measures need to be explained by Fu Jichen in advance to avoid riots at the scene.

In the past three days, he has hardly slept a full night, and he has to coordinate everything big and small, so he can't stand it and squint on the chair next to the mourning hall for a while, and he has to beware of some leaders coming to mourn.

After all, Fu Feibai is not experienced enough, and he can't cope with some interpersonal scenes, so he can only rely on Fu Jichen.

Wei Ronghua fainted several times in the past few days, went to the hospital, and the whole person was in a mess, always muttering words that only she could understand, basically couldn't help much, and she had to find someone to watch her.

At five o'clock, when the guests were almost there, a convoy marched mightily, avoiding the main road with a lot of people, and made a detour to the cemetery.

Mourning music is played, cannons are fired, paper money is scattered along the road, and special people will clean it up afterwards.

When we arrived at the cemetery, it was dawn and the sun was rising. The black Mercedes-Benz that Fu Jichen was sitting in was the second car in the team, and the one in front was used to open the road.

He got out of the car with an ebony urn in both hands, his expression serious and solemn. The urn was covered with a white cloth, and a photo of Fu Zhengjun before his death was pasted in front of it, two inches in size, which was later repaired in black and white tones.

Fu Jichen walked slowly and heavily through the long stone steps step by step, followed by the send-off team, each holding a blooming chrysanthemum.

Wei Ronghua cried hoarsely, and it was difficult to make a sound, she refused to let her husband sleep under the dark ground, and stretched out her hand to stop it. This situation and this scene made those who heard it sad and those who saw it wept.

Her sons and daughters hugged her tightly and whispered something comforting.

After burying the deceased, the guests stepped forward in turn, offering the chrysanthemums in their hands, and quickly piled up several circles in front of the tombstone. Fu Jichen always stood by the side until everyone left.

After a funeral, everyone in the Fu family was greatly damaged.

The old man did not show up at his son's funeral from beginning to end, perhaps because he could not face it, and after returning home from the hospital, he closed his door, and he was not seen when old friends came to visit.

Fu Jichen didn't have much time to immerse himself in sadness, there were still a bunch of things waiting for him to deal with in the company, he first went back to the villa of Yunding Palace, took a shower, changed his clothes, and drove him to Junshan Group Building by Qu Mo.

On the way, Fu Jichen closed his eyes, the back of his neck rested on the back of the chair, resting against time, holding a jade handle of appropriate size in his broad palm.

He had a brief dream.

In the dream, it was a large area of white, and there was a person lying in the ward, even if he couldn't see the person's face, but the answer in his heart told him that it was Shen Jianian.

*

In Jiangcheng, thousands of kilometers away from Beicheng, the attending doctor and the guardian doctor of the First Hospital agreed that according to Shen Jiannian's physical recovery, he could be considered to be transferred to a general ward.

"As I've said before, she's young, and she's definitely recovering faster than those who are older and have had surgery." Through the mask, the monitoring doctor smiled at Pei Che.

During this time, Pei Che's hard care doctors saw it, and he ran to the hospital three times a day, in the morning, noon and evening. Even if he came over sometimes, Shen Jiannian happened to be sleeping, he had to watch from the side for a while before he left with confidence.

When Shen Jiannian is transferred to the general ward, it will be very convenient to visit her, unlike the rules of the intensive care unit.

"Thank you, doctor, she wouldn't have recovered so well without you." Pei Che spoke in a sincere tone and sincerely thanked them for their efforts.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Jiannian was arranged to live in a senior single ward on the top floor of the inpatient department, with a constant indoor temperature and complete living facilities, and a small suite for family members to accompany him.

Pei Che screened out a female nurse as early as a week ago to take care of Shen Jiannian. He's a man, and some things aren't so convenient, and one more female nurse would be a lot better.

Of course, there are many things he can do without pretending to others.

For example, now, Shen Jianian wanted to drink water, Pei Che asked the nurse to rest first, took a cup and mixed a small half cup of warm water, put a straw and handed it to her lips.

Shen Jianian held the straw in his mouth and sucked it up slowly, not daring to drink too fast, it would be very uncomfortable to choke.

Pei Che was not idle during the rest of the time when he could not visit the intensive care unit, learned a lot of nursing knowledge, and listened to some relevant lectures in the hospital.

didn't let Shen Jianian drink too much water at once, and stopped when he felt that it was almost over, afraid that she would be unhappy, Pei Che looked at her gently, and patiently explained: "The body is still recovering, you can't drink too much at once, so as not to burden your kidneys." If you have symptoms of discomfort such as abdominal pain, nausea, or vomiting, be sure to tell me promptly. ”

While he was talking, Shen Jiannian kept staring at him, with a lot of messy things in his head, trying to sort it out but not finding a clue, in addition to making her feel dazed, sometimes panicked.

After Pei Che finished speaking, seeing that she didn't react, he took the initiative to ask her, "What do you want to say?" ”

"My face ......"

His face was very itchy, and Shen Jiannian wanted to reach out to scratch it, but was stopped by Pei Che.

"The wound is in raw flesh, itching is normal, don't touch it with your hands, go back and ask the doctor to see if there is any medicine to relieve it." Pei Che's eyes were full of pity for her, and his voice became softer, "It's not good to always use medicine, you are already prone to allergies, let's bear with it and just endure it for a while." ”

Shen Jianian obediently obeyed his words and did not move again: "My face, can it still be restored?" She tried her best to hide her feelings of loss, she was a girl in the end, and she couldn't do it completely uncaring.

After the doctor changed the medicine for her, he only wrapped square-shaped gauze on a few serious wounds, which was relatively light and thin, which was conducive to wound ventilation and faster recovery.

When changing the dressing, the pain was so strong that Shen Jianian gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, sweating all over. Although she didn't look in the mirror, she could imagine what the wound on her face looked like.

Pei Che held her small hand on the side of the bed with both hands, put it to his lips, looked firmly into her eyes, and promised her in a solemn tone: "Believe me, I will find the most powerful doctor in the world to help you with repair surgery, and I will still be a beautiful little Nian in the future." ”

Looking at his dark eyes and listening to the familiar name, Shen Jianian felt a little more steady.

Pei Che had never lied to her, and she wouldn't doubt his words.

"I remember, you said...... I was in a car accident. Although Shen Jianian is recovering well, for her now, she will still lack strength to say a long paragraph, so she tries to simplify what she wants to express, "How can I ...... Got into a car accident? ”

Pei Che paused, not knowing how to explain the cause of the car accident to her.

From the first time she woke up to the present, she hadn't mentioned the word "Fu Jichen", and he wasn't sure if she had forgotten this person or was reluctant to mention it because she was sad.

"It's a bit complicated to say, I'm afraid you don't have much energy to listen." Pei Che had a soft attitude and said to her in a consultative tone, "When you're well, I'll tell you slowly, okay?" ”

Shen Jianian didn't dwell too much on this question, pursed his lips and was silent for a while, and then asked, "What about my parents, how are they ...... Didn't come to see me? ”

She stayed in the ICU before, she hadn't seen her parents, and every time she woke up, the people around her were either doctors and nurses or Pei Che, she thought that her parents had come when she was asleep, but she didn't know.

Now that she's all transferred to the general ward, why haven't you seen them yet?

She is the only daughter of her parents, and she was hospitalized in a car accident, according to the degree of their affection for her, they should accompany her day and night.

Pei Che's breathing stagnated slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Xiao Nian doesn't remember that his parents died, what should he say......

Pei Che, don't squeak when you ask......

(End of chapter)