Jiang Shu sat on the chair in the corridor, holding his knees with his hands, feeling very insecure.
"Fu Shiyan, can you smell it? I hate the smell of disinfectant. It can make people suffocate." She said softly.
Fu Shiyan's Adam's apple slipped. He had never comforted such a fragile woman and didn't know how to speak.
Jiang Shu was still talking, as if talking could calm the panic in his heart, "How did you feel when your grandfather was sick? Are you sad?"
Fu Shiyan sat next to her, his voice was very soft, "I was panicking, just like you now. Although I was not short of money, at that moment I clearly understood that people cannot defeat the disease."
Jiang Shu closed her eyes, she felt the same way now, "Three years ago, everyone advised me to give up treatment, saying that even if I was alive, I would be like a walking corpse, not to mention running out of money, and would become a drag on me. More importantly,
Yes, he will be in pain."
"But I don't want it, I don't care. He has to live. He has to live well as my father. He has raised me for so many years, and I haven't fulfilled my filial piety yet..." She took a deep breath, and her tears were like pearls.
One rolled down.
Fu Shiyan walked around her shoulders, took her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her hair, "Your father has persisted for so many years because of you. He will understand you."
Jiang Shu raised his tear-filled eyes, looking for a sense of recognition, "Really? He really doesn't blame me, then why is this happening today? Does he can't stand it anymore, does he want to leave?"
Fu Shiyan raised his hand and wiped away the tears hanging on her face with his fingertips, "...it must be because you haven't seen him for too long, and he is angry."
Jiang Shu paused and nodded quickly, "It's like this, it must be like this. I haven't come to talk to him for a long time. The old man is angry. It's all my fault."
Seeing her repeating it, the pain in Fu Shiyan's eyes melted away, and those so-called sense of boundaries disappeared without a trace. At this time, he just wanted her to stop crying.
At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, led by Xu Ming, followed by several doctors in white coats.
"Brother Ming! How is my father?" Jiang Shu stumbled forward.
Xu Ming's eyes returned to the man behind her, her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone was gentle, "Don't worry, we've been rescued and are out of danger."
Jiang Shu's whole body softened again, and he patted his chest, "That's good, why is this happening today?"
Xu Ming took off his medical gloves and explained patiently: "My uncle has been lying in the hospital bed for three years, and he has been taking medication. Cardiopulmonary failure is a normal phenomenon. Although he is rescued, if he never wakes up, something will happen to him in the future."
Jiang Shu listened carefully, "Okay..."
"You, the family, need to work harder in this regard. You must try your best to wake him up." Xu Ming kept looking at her, "Xiao Shu, we don't have much time."
Jiang Shu understood and nodded vigorously, "Okay, as long as I can survive, I will work hard later."
After they finished chatting, several doctors behind Xu Ming stepped forward and said respectfully to Fu Shiyan: "Mr. Fu, you are here."
They are the medical team he arranged.
Fu Shiyan raised his eyelids and said in a very calm but intimidating tone, "You must do your best for the next treatment."
Xu Ming pursed her lips and looked at this noble man, "Xiao Shu, who is this?"
Only then did Jiang Shu react, and for a moment he didn't know how to introduce Fu Shiyan's identity.