freenovelworld Chapter 1534 Critical illness
Chapter 1534 Critical illness
At this time, the doctor spoke up, "Mr. Fu, let's talk about the old lady's condition in our office."
The doctor's voice broke the tense atmosphere in the corridor. Fu Yanchen nodded slightly, his movements calm and decisive, but he glared at Charles and Wen Kerou fiercely before turning around.
The look in his eyes, like lightning in the cold night, carried endless majesty and warning, causing Charles and Wen Kerou to shudder.
Charles and his wife seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and quickly used this excuse to slip away.
"Mr. Fu, since the doctor wants to see you, then... you talk to the doctor. We... we'll... go back first. Call us if you have anything!"
Wen Kerou's voice was a little flustered and flattering, and her smile was as stiff as a mask glued to her face with glue.
After saying that, the two of them turned around impatiently and walked quickly towards the hospital entrance. They were really scared of that devil Fu Yanchen.
After leaving the hospital, Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.
He took a few deep breaths of fresh air, but before he could breathe properly, his expression suddenly became ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"This Fu Yanchen is really speechless! We are all family, but he is so wary of us. Why is that? Does he really think we will do anything bad to the old lady? This... is simply nonsense! We are the old lady's relatives, how could he have any bad intentions? His attitude really makes us uncomfortable. It feels like we are deliberately targeting him."
The voice was full of resentment and unwillingness, like the roar of an enraged beast.
Wen Kerou quickly agreed, "That's right, husband, we didn't do anything wrong. Why does he treat us like this?"
There was a calculating glint in her eyes, as if she was fanning the flames of Charles's complaints.
Charles became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his hands wildly in the air, as if to vent all the anger in his heart:
"Oh……"
His voice was drawn out, and seemed to carry a hint of disbelief and disappointment. "I know, it must be the old lady, yes... it's the old lady!" His tone gradually became affirmative, as if he had found the key to the problem.
"She must have said something to Fu Yanchen, otherwise why would he say these words."
He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his voice unconsciously rising an octave. "This old lady is going too far. I... I have no choice but to listen to Xu Xiaoxiao and the others. Is there anything wrong with this? I've worked so hard for this family, shouldn't I get a little reward?"
His emotions became more and more agitated, even a little out of control. "I understand. I'm not her biological daughter after all! The old lady only cares about Xu Xiaoxiao. Yeah, Xu Xiaoxiao is her granddaughter, we are blood relatives, but what about me? What am I? I'm just a nephew. In her eyes, I'm just an outsider!"
He sighed deeply, looking somewhat helpless and frustrated. "I tried so hard, but in the end, it was all in vain!"
His voice grew louder and louder, drawing strange looks from passersby, but he paid no attention and remained immersed in his own resentment.
Wen Kerou gently patted Charles's shoulder and pretended to comfort him, "Hubby, don't be angry. We will definitely have a chance in the future. Now that Fu Yanchen and the others are so wary of us, we have to think of a way."
There was a hint of cunning in her eyes, as if she was plotting something.
After hearing Wen Kerou's words, Charles calmed down a little, but the expression on his face was still terribly gloomy.
He frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "What can we do? What can we do? Fu Yanchen is so powerful, we are no match for him."
Wen Kerou sneered and said, "Hubby, don't encourage others to be more ambitious and destroy your own prestige. Although we are not as powerful as him, we can also start with the old lady."
Charles and Wen Kerou put their heads very close to each other, their lips moving slightly but making almost no sound, and they whispered and plotted in that dark corner for a long time.
Their eyes flashed with greed and calculation from time to time, like two vicious wolves spying on their prey in the dark.
After the conspiracy was completed, the two hurried back home with their ulterior motives, leaving the tense and depressing atmosphere in the hospital still spreading.
But in the doctor's office, the atmosphere was like a pool of cold, stagnant water, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.
The doctor sat behind his desk, his face solemn, his eyes full of worry and blame.
He looked at Fu Yanchen in front of him and said in a serious tone, "Mr. Fu, I must tell you the truth. You see, the old man is so old, and his body is already fragile. Moreover, the weather in the imperial capital is also changeable now, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy. In such weather conditions, even ordinary people have to be particularly careful. If you are not careful, something might go wrong."
"With the old lady's condition, even a minor cold should be taken seriously. How could she develop a fever and develop severe pneumonia? This is truly incomprehensible. I really don't know how her family took care of her. How could such a thing happen?"
As the doctor spoke, he shook his head helplessly, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with the family's negligence.
Fu Yanchen stood there quietly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His eyes were full of self-blame and anger. He blamed himself for agreeing to let his grandmother go to the homes of those ungrateful people. He... went home and explained to Xiaoxiao, and was angry at those who were indifferent to his grandmother's illness.
Hearing the doctor's words, his brows furrowed even tighter, like two steep mountain peaks, revealing an aura of majesty without even being angry.
The doctor continued, his voice heavy: "When this old man was brought in, I was already shocked, you know? He was already in a deep coma. You know, such a serious condition would not have reached this level without at least a week of high fever. This... is no different from murder."
"Mr. Fu, over the past few days, the family members were completely unaware of the severity of the old man's condition. They seemed to be completely ignorant of his physical condition, or perhaps they missed the critical opportunity to discover it due to negligence."
"Now, the old man's life is in jeopardy. He can only rely on oxygen and a large amount of medicine to barely maintain his life. Moreover, his high fever has not completely subsided, and his body is still in critical condition. We dare not... After all, time is not forgiving. The old man is already very old, and all his body functions have become extremely fragile. The slightest carelessness may lead to more serious consequences."
"Mr. Fu, now that the elderly are facing this situation, I have to remind you and your wife to be mentally prepared. Although modern medicine is constantly advancing, the elderly's body's ability to recover is relatively weak, and the treatment process may be full of challenges and uncertainties."
The doctor's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Fu Yanchen's heart again and again.
Fu Yanchen felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.
His grandmother’s kind smile appeared before his eyes, but that smile now seemed so distant.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said in a low but firm voice: "Doctor, no matter what method you use, you must save my grandma. Money is not a problem, as long as my grandma gets better."
The doctor nodded and said, "Mr. Fu, we will do our best. However, the old woman's condition is very unstable, and subsequent treatment will face many difficulties. You family members should spend more time with the old woman and give her some emotional support."
Fu Yanchen nodded vigorously and said, "I understand, doctor, thank you."
"Doctor, can I go see the old lady now? Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to my wife when I get back."
Fu Yanchen's voice was filled with a hint of urgency and pleading, and his tone was full of worry for his grandmother and a sense of responsibility towards Xu Xiaoxiao.
He knew very well how Xu Xiaoxiao felt about her grandmother. If anything happened to her grandmother, Xu Xiaoxiao would be in great pain, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.
The doctor frowned slightly, a look of embarrassment on his face. He hesitated for a moment and said, "This... is a bit impossible. The old lady is now in the sterile ward to prevent the patient's lungs from being infected again."
"Doctor..." There was pleading in Fu Yanchen's eyes.
The doctor sighed, "It depends on her fever. If it subsides a little, you can visit. So, Mr. Fu, wait for me. I'll go check on her first."
After saying that, the doctor turned and walked towards the ward. Although his steps were steady, they revealed a sense of urgency.
Fu Yanchen looked at the doctor's departing back, his eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety.
He paced back and forth, rubbing his hands from time to time, as if this could relieve the tension in his heart.
His mind raced with all sorts of possible scenarios: would his grandmother wake up? Was her condition improving? Each thought weighed like a huge rock on his heart, suffocating him.
Time seemed to stand still, and every second seemed to be so long.
Fu Yanchen felt his heart beating violently in his chest, and the sound seemed to burst through his chest.
He looked towards the ward from time to time, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had aged several years overnight.
Finally, the tightly closed door slowly opened and the doctor came out.
Fu Yanchen immediately went up to him, his eyes full of anxious questions, his steps hurried, almost jogging.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" His voice became a little hoarse due to nervousness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
The doctor looked at Fu Yanchen with a look of relief on his face. He nodded and said, "The fever has subsided temporarily, and the condition has stabilized a little. But we still have to be careful not to stimulate the patient, and the visiting time should not be too long."
After hearing what the doctor said, Fu Yanchen finally felt relieved, but the worry still lingered in his heart.
He looked at the doctor gratefully and said, "Thank you, doctor. I will pay attention to it." After that, he put on the sterile hospital gown given by the doctor and walked towards the ward impatiently. Although his steps were urgent, they were cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing his grandmother who was resting in the ward.
In the ward, the lights were soft and warm. Fu Yanchen walked gently to his grandmother's bedside and looked at her pale face, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.
He gently held his grandmother's hands. Her hands were cold and weak, which made him more determined to protect her. He said silently in his heart: "Grandma, you must get better. Xiaoxiao is still waiting for you."
"Charlie," the old lady called Xu Xiaoxiao's father's natural name.
The ward was filled with a pungent smell of medicine, and the lights were dim and dim, as if they were also infected by the solemn atmosphere.
Fu Yanchen sat gently beside the hospital bed, holding his grandmother's cold and weak hands tightly. Those hands were once full of strength, protecting him from wind and rain, but now they were so fragile.
"grandmother,,,,"
The old lady moved her cracked lips slightly, her voice weak and vague, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind: "Is it Charlie? Charlie, I'm sorry, Mom was wrong and shouldn't have ignored you."
Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused, as if she was trapped in a whirlpool of memories, and she mistook the person in front of her for Charlie, who she had always felt guilty about.
Fu Yanchen felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and his eyes reddened slightly. He quickly leaned over, his voice soft but trembling: "Grandma...it's me, I'm Fu Yanchen..."
Hearing this, the old lady slowly turned her cloudy eyes, trying to focus on Fu Yanchen. The corners of her mouth moved slightly, revealing a weak smile: "Yanchen, it's you, you're here, smile, smile... You don't know I'm like this, right?"
Her voice was full of worry, fearing that her condition would affect Xu Xiaoxiao.
Fu Yanchen held back his tears, shook his head gently and said, "Grandma, Xiaoxiao, I don't know." He didn't want his grandmother to leave with worry, so he had no choice but to hide it.
The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone had been put down in her heart. She held Fu Yanchen's hand tightly and said, "Okay, it's better not to know. If I die, don't tell Xiaoxiao. She is not in good health. Don't stimulate her again. Don't affect the baby in her belly. Let her give birth to the child safely. Do you understand?"
Every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength, and the tone was full of concern for Xu Xiaoxiao and the unborn child.
Tears welled up in Fu Yanchen's eyes. He choked and said, "Grandma, don't say that. You will be fine. Okay, let's go back together. Xiaoxiao is still waiting to give her a great-grandson."
How he wished time could stop, how he wished his grandmother could get better and watch their child being born.
The old lady shook her head gently, a helpless yet relieved smile on her face: "Yan Chen, you must treat Xiao Xiao well in the future. I...,,,, this is my only request."
Her eyes were full of expectation and trust, as if she had entrusted Xu Xiaoxiao's entire life to Fu Yanchen.
Fu Yanchen nodded vigorously, tears finally bursting out of his eyes, and he said: "Grandma, I will, I will definitely treat Xiaoxiao well and treat her well for the rest of my life."
His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was making an eternal promise to his grandmother.
The old lady closed her eyes slightly, as if gathering her last bit of strength, then slowly opened them again and said, "After I die, no matter how Charles and the others torment me, you don't have to worry about it. After a while, she will stop tormenting me, and you will have peace and quiet."
She knew Charles and Wen Kerou too well and knew that they would not give up, so she could only tell Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao to stay away from these disputes.
Fu Yanchen held her grandmother's hand tightly and said, "Grandma, don't worry, we will take good care of ourselves. You should get better soon too. We will watch the child grow up together."
There was a hint of crying in his voice, which showed his deep reluctance to leave his grandmother.
The old lady smiled slightly, and that smile was full of love and satisfaction. Her eyes gradually became blurred, as if she saw a beautiful scene in the future, and saw Xu Xiaoxiao holding the child, and the picture of the family being happy.
"Yan Chen..."