fake love

Chapter 390 The Dead, Vitality (1)
Li Yunling wiped the corners of her eyes, and out of the corner of her eye she saw her walking out, "Chengyou is already like this, where are you going?"

Fu Ran couldn't hear the other words in his ears, and walked forward stiffly.

Li Yunling couldn't hide her grief, "People's hearts are in the belly, knowing that Chengyou is going to die, so I want to make plans for myself quickly."

Fu Ran came to the door of Fan Xian's ward. Fu Songting stood outside motionless with her head down. Her voice was hoarse, "Dad."

Fu Songting raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "Why so fast?" He looked behind him, "You came here alone?"

Fu Ran covered her mouth and held back, choked up a few times before opening her mouth, "The doctor said, Cheng You may be dying."

Fu Songting was surprised, "What's wrong with him?"

Seeing Ming Chengyou's weight loss in recent days, Fu Songting knew that he was not in good health, but never thought that it would be so serious.

Fu Ran sat down on the chair, "heart attack."

Fu Songting didn't speak for a while, and a sigh came into Fu Ran's ears.

Doctors came out of the ward one after another, Fu Ran got up quickly, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

"Sorry, we tried our best."

One of the doctors walked up to the two of them, "It seems that I can't last tonight, you go in and see her for the last time."

Compared with Fu Ran, Fu Songting was much calmer. Walking into the ward, Fan Xian was wearing the ventilator and did not take it off. Fu Ran went over to her and wept. Fu Songting sat on the edge of the bed, and he took his wife's hand, " Xiaoran, don’t cry, since the day your mother became a vegetable, I’ve prepared for the worst, and I’ve hoped for a miracle, but every day has passed, and seeing her living like this is worse than death, if I can be relieved , let's stop forcing her to stay."

Fu Ran clasped Fan Xian's shoulders with both hands, "Mom!"

Fu Songting covered his eyes with the back of Fan Xian's hand. Fu Ran saw him holding Fan Xian's hand tightly. The parting from life and death was only a moment, but the pain left behind was magnified thousands of times.

"Why can't you wait?" Fu Ran was heartbroken, "Mom, don't you want to see my child?"

Fu Songting couldn't hold back his sobs.

There was a sound of anxious footsteps at the door, and the director standing outside reached out to knock on the door, but seeing this scene, even a heart of stone could be crushed.

But time waited for no one, and he knocked on the door without hesitation.

"Young grandma."

Fu Ranfu's body froze beside Fan Xian, she raised her head to see the director, "Yes, is it Chengyou..."

The director nodded, "There is something we want to tell you."

Fu Ran held Fan Xian's hand. Neither of the two she loved could hold on anymore.

Fu Songting walked to her side and pulled her clenched hand away, "Go over."

Fu Ran was no different from a walking corpse. She followed the director to the outside, and the way to the office seemed to flow through a very deep and cold river.

The director opened the door first, and Fu Ran saw Li Yunling and Ming Rong sitting inside.

She walked in, her eyes were blindingly white.

The director motioned her to sit down quickly.

Li Yunling didn't even look at her, "You said Chengyou might have hope, is that true?"

Fu Ran's stopped heart beat suddenly, and his eyes looked at the other party.

The director looked at Fu Ran with embarrassment, and then looked away, "During heart organ transplantation, the better the match between the donor's indicators and the recipient, the better the transplant effect will be. However, with the development of science and technology, the current effect of immunosuppressive drugs is relatively ideal, which reduces the requirement for type matching during heart organ transplantation. For now, as long as the blood types match, could be considered for a heart transplant."

"However," Li Yunling also knew the difficulties inside, "The most important thing now is not being able to find a donor for a while, and Cheng You can't hold on anymore."

The director flipped through the documents in his hand thoughtfully, and his eyes fell back on Fu Ran's face.

Fu Ran was in a daze, her heart had no room to think about other things, the director thought for a moment, then said carefully, "Young Mistress, your mother's blood type just matches the Third Young Master."

She was struck by lightning, and she couldn't describe her mood at this moment. Li Yunling's eyes were full of surprise, "You mean, Fan Xian's heart can save Chengyou?"

"After the operation is completed, if he survives for more than a month, the operation should be considered a success."

Fu Ran opened his mouth, Ming Rong glanced at her, and Li Yunling swallowed the words forcefully.

"Young Mistress, just now your mother's attending doctor told me that your mother won't be able to survive tonight. According to my suggestion, it's better to keep the two of you alive than to watch them leave. I believe that if your mother can make a choice , she will be willing too." The director explained the stakes to her clearly, "Third Young Master can't go on any longer, if you miss this opportunity, there is no possibility of surviving, you see..."

The wrist tightened suddenly, and Li Yunling held Fu Ran's hand, "Xiao Ran, Cheng You's life will be all on you, you saw how the hope was cut off last time, you won't disagree right?"

A boulder instantly crushed Fu Ran out of breath.

"Xiao Ran, you are talking!" Li Yunling grabbed Fu Ran's hand in desperation, her face was as pale as paper, and she stood up.

"Yunling," the director gestured to her with his eyes, "Let the young mistress think about it."

"Does this still need to be considered? Chengyou is her husband, does she still want to save her?" Li Yunling roared, and Fu Ran had already opened the door of the office and walked out.

Pausing in her steps, Fu Ran sat down on the chair outside.

I really don't have the strength to take another step.

Li Yunling's crying came through the office, Housekeeper Xiao strode to the door, the light above Fu Ran's head was covered by a figure, she slowly raised her head, her face was unspeakably dull.

"Young grandma?"

Fu Ran reached out to wipe off the coldness on her face, and after holding on, she walked towards the corridor on the other side step by step.

Back in Fan Xian's ward, all the medical staff were evacuated. Fu Songting was massaging his wife.

(End of this chapter)