A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1271 Do What You Say

It was at this moment that Brother He truly realized that Fu Jingyou was no longer the same person he used to be.

But as Lu Miao had expected, even with the coordination of officials from the city government and the hospital mobilizing resources to treat Zhao Lanxiang as quickly as possible, Fu Jingyou and his team were still unable to return on the same day.

Zhao Lanxiang's condition was complicated, and the hospital only conducted a superficial physical examination that day.

For a more in-depth approach, Zhao Lanxiang needs to do it on the morning of the second day after her intermittent fast.

The hospital admitted Zhao Lanxiang and prescribed some intravenous medication based on her condition.

Brother He seemed dazed and unresponsive, whether because he was hesitant to enter the city for the first time or because he was worried about Zhao Lanxiang's condition.

Complete the procedures, collect the medicine, pay the fees, etc.

Fu Jingyou was the one running the whole time.

After a long wait, all the test results were finally received on the third day.

It was at this moment that the attending physician came over and asked who the patient's family member was.

Brother He looked at the attending physician with a nervous expression, but did not say anything.

Fu Jingyou, seeing this, took the initiative to speak:

"Hello, we are all family members of the patients."

The attending physician nodded, walked ahead, and gestured for them to sit down in his office to talk.

“You brought him in too late. If it had been a few years earlier, it would have been better. The patient’s intracranial tumor has grown to the size of a child’s fist and is now compressing a critical nerve. We have already missed the opportunity for surgical treatment.”

Fu Jingyou understood immediately upon hearing this.

Brother He, however, seemed to have just come to his senses and asked bluntly:
"Doctor, what do you mean? If this tumor can't be surgically removed, how can this disease be treated?"

The attending physician glanced at Brother He, tidied up the medical record, and said:

"When you get back, buy the patient some good food and drinks and take good care of them."

Brother He was stunned.

"So do you know now? How much time does she have left?" Fu Jingyou asked the attending physician.

The attending physician said:
"If all goes well, there are still eight months left."

Eight months...

Fu Jingyou nodded slightly:
"Excuse me."

The attending physician gave him a special look and smiled kindly, noting his use of polite language:

"You're too kind, it's all we should do."

……

After leaving the attending physician's office, Brother He sat in the corridor outside Zhao Lanxiang's ward and cried.

Fu Jingyou sat next to him and listened calmly as he cried.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Brother He turned to Fu Jingyou and said:

"Xiao Liu, what do we do now? The big hospitals in the city can't treat her. Are we just supposed to wait for her to die? She's only thirty-seven years old..."

When Brother He hates, he truly hates.

But the thought of someone actually dying filled Brother He with endless sorrow.

Zhao Lanxiang was, after all, the woman who had given birth to two of his children.

Fu Jingyou said, "Only large hospitals have this kind of scanning equipment."

The implication is that if it says there's no cure, then it's highly likely that there really is no cure.

Fu Jingyou calmly handed the X-ray films taken at the hospital to Brother He:
"Just do whatever the doctor says."

Brother He stared blankly at the shadow on the left side of the skull on the film.

Everything was fine before, but in these last few months, just these last few months...

In the blink of an eye, a person has been sentenced to death?

Brother He covered his face and broke down in tears again.

Having endured a long and arduous journey to get here, and with constant checkups these past two days, Zhao Lanxiang probably hasn't had much rest.

Fu Jingyou calmly made arrangements, telling Zhao Lanxiang to stay in the hospital for another day to rest properly.

He went out and bought food. When he came back, he asked Brother He to take care of Zhao Lanxiang and let her eat first. Then he went out again.

Nutritional supplements such as cod liver oil and malted milk powder.

Fu Jingyou also bought some floral fabrics for making clothes.

They're all for Zhao Lanxiang.

Brother He was always wiping away tears.

Sometimes it was aimed at the unconscious Zhao Lanxiang.

Sometimes it was directed at Fu Jingyou. Sometimes it was at the things Fu Jingyou had bought.

It was only after Fu Jingyou reminded him that it wouldn't be good if Zhao Lanxiang saw it that he gradually calmed down.

The family waited anxiously for several days.

When they saw the car drive back to the village, Chen Guifen and He Hongjin rushed back from the fields.

When they arrived at the door, they saw Fu Jingyou carrying things and Brother He carrying Zhao Lanxiang into the house.

The elderly couple immediately went up to greet them and asked:

"How did it go? What did the doctor in the city say?"

Brother He kept his head down and carried Zhao Lanxiang back to her room without saying a word.

Fu Jingyou gently shook his head from behind.

The elderly couple were stunned for a moment.

In an instant, one's eyes reddened, and the other let out a deep sigh.

Fu Jingyou placed the items on the large table in the main room of the He family's house, briefly explained the situation, and then went home.

When they arrived home, Lu Miao and Tian Guihua also inquired about Zhao Lanxiang's situation.

Upon learning that Zhao Lanxiang had at most eight months left to live, Lu Miao and Tian Guihua fell silent in unison.

In the ordinary four seasons, there are some places where people don't get along well.

But faced with the imminent loss of life, everyone seemed to tacitly choose to let go.

Fu Jingyou went to the backyard to pump water to wash his face, and then returned to his room in the front.

He hadn't eaten when he came back, so Tian Guihua cooked for him in the kitchen.

Lu Miao followed him into the room.

"How were the past two days?"

Fu Jingyou led Lu Miao to sit down by the bed and asked.

Lu Miao said, "It's all good. Hu Zhiyuan has been coming over often these past few days, and the villagers don't dare to come and pull at him in front of him."

Then he grabbed Fu Jingyou's hand and said:
"I need to tell Minmin about my sister-in-law's matter."

Fu Jingyou said:

"Take a break today, and go first thing tomorrow morning."

Lu Miao nodded gently.

You should cherish your own man.

After running around for the past few days, it's time to take a good rest.

Lu Miao linked arms with Fu Jingyou and gently rested her head on his arm.

Fu Jingyou's expression softened, and he embraced her, saying:

"Dinner's almost ready, stay with me and sleep for a while."

"Ah."

……

The next day, Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou went to the county together.

One reason was that Fu Jingyou was too straightforward and didn't know how to speak properly.

Secondly, it's been a long time since I called the children...

Lu Miao first called Minmin to explain the situation.

Minmin was promoted to a full-time employee at the end of April, so it's not so easy for her to take leave now.

My master has been ill again recently. If she passes away, there will be no one to take her place.

Although there were many unavoidable reasons, Minmin did not use any of them as a reason or excuse.

Minmin was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, and when she finally spoke, she only said one simple sentence:

"Auntie, I'm not going back."

Lu Miao was not surprised by Minmin's decision.

But Minmin's personality is what it is.

Based on Lu Miao's understanding of Minmin, she assumed that even if Minmin didn't come back, she would still send some money home.

Or let them pay in advance.

After all, the doctor said Zhao Lanxiang only had eight months to live.

When people reach their final moments, most people will try their best to ensure the deceased eats and drinks well, leaving as few regrets as possible.

However, no.