fake love

Chapter 389 The Last Farewell (3)
Fu Ran packed up and walked back to Ming Chengyou, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Why do you always let me sleep?"

Ming Chengyou pulled her to sit beside him, Fu Ran raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I'm afraid you're tired."

Ming Chengyou pressed his forehead against her, "Fu Ran, did I tell you something?"

"What's the matter?" She wanted to raise her head.

Ming Chengyou pressed her head to keep her still, "Fu Ran, I love you."

Fu Ran's slightly drooping eyelids suddenly lifted up. Although Ming Chengyou didn't say anything, she understood, but under such unprepared circumstances, she was somewhat caught off guard, "I..."

Today, it seems easy to cry.

Tears rushed out of the eyes, Ming Chengyou pressed the back of Fu Ran's neck with his right hand, and his lips touched the corner of Fu Ran's mouth.

He explained everything that should be explained, as if it was the best farewell, but Fu Ran didn't know.

Ming Chengyou was lying on the bed with her in his arms, his consciousness was so heavy that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

Fu Ran clenched her lips tightly. After a long time, she thought Ming Chengyou had fallen asleep.

He opened his eyes slightly, and for a while, there was no sky in his sight, and for a while, he was scorched by something. Fu Ran's outline gradually blurred in Ming Chengyou's eyes, and it became more and more difficult for him to breathe. , in my heart, are gradually going away.

I am sorry.

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a word.

It was only then that Ming Chengyou knew that it felt like he was about to die. Fu Ran's hair lined his cheeks, and he wanted to raise his head. In the next life, if he doesn't recognize you in the next life, Fu Ran, will you still wait for me?

There was rapid breathing in the ear, Fu Ran turned around quickly, and Ming Chengyou had already closed his eyes.

In a trance, he felt someone pushing his shoulder hard.

"Chengyou!"

Ming Chengyou wanted to say that he was too tired to procrastinate. Although he felt regretful in his heart, he said he would last until the child was born, but there was no way, he really couldn't make it through.

The body seemed to be thrown into a container filled with water, and the sufficient air was deprived. Ming Chengyou slowly loosened his clenched hands. Fu Ran picked up his upper body and saw that his eyes could no longer be opened.

Sadness overflowed her chest, and seemed to tear her apart inch by inch.Fu Ran raised her head, the roar was suppressed in her body and could not be erupted, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her abdomen.

Ming Chengyou was sent to the hospital that night.

The lights in the emergency room came on again, and Fu Ran stood at the door, feeling nothing but despair in her heart.

A bad premonition seems to be particularly strong today, and the tightly closed door seems to separate the two of them between life and death.

Although it was not the first time that the notice of critical illness came out, Fu Ran was so anxious that he lost his mind.

Li Yunling and Ming Rong rushed over immediately, Fu Ran leaned against the wall and did not move, Li Yunling walked up to her, "Why are you sick again?"

Fu Ran was in a daze. Since Ming Chengyou entered the emergency room for the first time, how has he ever had a good time?

"Mom, it's okay, we'll wait beside you." Ming Rong walked over, wrapping his arms around Li Yunling's shoulders.

"Did you give him some stimulation again?" Li Yunling stood still, Fu Ran raised her eyes to look at the red light in the emergency room, burning with anxiety, Li Yunling was supported by Ming Rong and sat on the chair.

Housekeeper Xiao also persuaded him, explaining that Chengyou has survived so many times, and this time it will be auspicious.

When Fu Ran heard the words, the tears in her eyes couldn't help but flow out. She bent down slightly, and pressed her palms on her chest. There was a kind of pain in her heart, and Ming Chengyou said, Fu Ran, I love you. It turns out that it is true. Are you saying your best goodbyes to her?
The door of the emergency room was opened, Li Yunling got up and walked over, "Director, how is Cheng You?"

The director sighed and took off the mask, "The situation is very bad. There may be no way this time. Your family members should be mentally prepared."

Li Yunling looked stunned, "Is there no hope at all?"

"The heart can no longer bear any external force. The only way is to do a transplant operation immediately, but just now contacted the major hospitals again, and there is still no suitable donor. Yunling, we did our best."

Li Yunling stretched out her hand and clenched the director's wrist, "No matter what, you have to rescue him, even this time, we will find a way..."

Fu Ran was standing in the corner near the door, Ming Rong was holding Li Yunling who was about to collapse, and Housekeeper Xiao was also helping at every turn, every figure and scene faded away, no one noticed Fu Ran here .

It seemed as if the door between her and Ming Chengyou had disappeared. She could even see Ming Chengyou lying on the cold emergency table with tubes inserted all over his body. There is a possibility of being straightened.

Fu Ran covered her face and slid down, a pale and lifeless face was reflected on the bright floor tiles.

She straightened her legs, and propped her palms on both sides of her body. She felt as cold as if she was immersed in an ice cave.

The director returned to the emergency room, just like what Li Yunling said, as long as it can be rescued, even if there is a slight chance of survival, you can't give up.

Fu Ran felt a slight throbbing pain in her stomach, which was not obvious. She stood up with force, and the phone in her bag suddenly rang. Fu Ran picked it up to see the caller ID.

It's Fu Songting.

She gasped with eyes wide open, it was already early morning, and Fu Songting would never call her so late.

Fu Ran felt hopeless, and a pain that never comes singly poured into her heart. She pressed the call button with trembling fingers, her voice was blocked by cotton, and she had no time to speak. Over there, Fu Songting's anxious voice came over, "Xiaoran, Your mother is dying!"

Fu Ran's arms were hanging limply by her legs, and her eyes were filled with broken crystals. She took a step forward, and suddenly burst into tears.

When Ming Chengyou fell ill for the first time and Fan Xian was pushed down the stairs, they were sent to the same hospital.

Now, in the same hospital again, one told her that her husband was dying, and the other told her that her mother was dying?

Fu Ran's body was on the verge of falling, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his dry throat.

She supported the wall with her palms and walked out step by step.

(End of this chapter)