Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 262 He Was Not Very Happy

Chu Ci was taken aback. She hurriedly took out a tissue from the tissue box beside her, and reached out to wipe it for him, but the blood seemed impossible to wipe off.

He vomited badly.

Chu Ci threw the blood-stained tissue into the trash can, then got up: "I'll call Cheng Yuan, you go to the hospital quickly."

Cheng Yuan hadn't left downstairs yet, when he saw Chu Ci coming out in a hurry, he raised his face and asked, "Is the president still unwilling to take the medicine?"

"No, he seems to be vomiting blood. Hurry up and send him to the hospital. If the delay is long, I'm afraid his life will be in danger."

Cheng Yuan hurried upstairs without saying a word, but after running two steps, he turned back and said to Chu Ci: "Miss Chu, you go to the hospital with me too!"

Chu Ci looked at him expressionlessly: "Get the man down first, and I'll open the door for you."

She didn't say yes or no, Cheng Yuan thought that her heart would not be so hard-hearted, so he nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

At night, Cheng Yuan was driving in front, and Fu Heng and Chu Ci were sitting in the back of the car.

Fu Heng leaned softly on the back of the car, without any strength, as if he would faint in the next second.

Chu Ci had never seen him like this before.

Haggard and weak, as if he was about to leave at any time, all these years, he has always been that kind of cold and indifferent in front of outsiders, as if nothing can shock him, he seems to have no heart, or he has been surrounded by thick The outer shell is wrapped, and no one else can touch it unless he opens it himself.

But once it is opened, if it is hurt, the damage must be a hundredfold.

When I went to the hospital, the result of examination was gastric bleeding and pneumonia.

When he was lying on the hospital bed, the doctor snorted coldly, with a very bad temper: "I'm so sick, how come I didn't come to the hospital until now."

Of course, Cheng Yuan couldn't say that the president himself didn't want to come to the hospital, so he smiled and said, "Be careful next time."

"Next time? Life is gone, next time?"

After settling down, Cheng Yuan went home to pick up his clothes, and Chu Ci stayed with him in the ward.

While sitting on the sofa, the phone rang, and it was Chu Xuan's number.

She stood up and walked outside the ward to pick it up.

"Are you coming back tonight? I'll come pick you up."

Chu Ci glanced at the man who was still in a coma, and pursed her lips slightly: "Let's talk about it later, you go to bed first, maybe I won't go back at night."

"If you don't go back, where do you sleep, do you sleep in the company?"

"Ok!"

Chu Xuan's eyes dimmed for a few seconds: "I'm going to City A tomorrow morning, the ticket is at six o'clock."

"So early?"

"Well, if you don't come back, I'll go by myself."

"Then when will you come back!"

"we'll see!"

Chu Ci said "Oh", and then heard Chu Xuan say over there again: "The two children refuse to sleep, so you must come back."

"I can't leave here, you can coax them, or let Aunt Li coax them."

Then a series of footsteps sounded in the silent corridor in the middle of the night: "Dean, the patient is here."

Fu Heng's hospitalization immediately alarmed the dean, who had been resting at home but now rushed over overnight.

Chu Xuan sensitively captured the information here, and he frowned: "Are you in the hospital?"

Chu Ci opened her mouth and didn't know what to say, she twitched the corner of her mouth: "I won't talk to you now." Then she hung up the phone.

The door of the ward was opened, and the dean was inside to examine Fu Heng. Chu Ci stood aside and couldn't help, so he waited until the old dean who looked respected and respected finished the examination before asking: "Is he seriously ill?" ?”

The dean turned to look at her: "I have symptoms of gastric bleeding, and I will do a gastroscopy after the condition is stable."

His eyes fell on Chu Ci's face, he probed several times and asked, "You belong to Mr. Fu..."

"Friend." Chu Ci frowned: "Then when will you have a gastroscopy?"

"Tomorrow!" The old dean looked at her again and said, "Come to my office!"

Chu Ci nodded, and obediently followed the old director out of the ward.

In the corridor, the dean's brows were tightly locked, and his expression was very serious: "Didn't I already tell you not to drink too much when I was hospitalized with stomach bleeding last time, why didn't you listen?"

Because Fu Heng didn't wake up, the dean's anger can only be vented on Chu Ci. He and Mr. Fu are good friends. The last time Fu Heng had stomach bleeding, he gave him thousands of instructions, and even Mr. Fu was alarmed. I didn't expect how long it would be before I started getting sick again.

Stomach bleeding is the most painful disease. If you eat regularly, you won't have an attack. It seems that Fu Heng drank too much alcohol and made himself suffer from stomach bleeding.

While in the office, the dean pulled out the file he saved last time, and tapped: "He is in a more dangerous situation, and if he is not careful, he will turn into stomach cancer, do you know?"

Chu Ci lowered her head and said nothing.

She and Fu Heng separated for four years. When they were together, she knew that he had a bad stomach, so she also told him to drink less, but after leaving, she didn't care so much.

Chu Ci was silent for a while, then raised her head, her voice was a little anxious: "Dean, what should we do then!"

"Do a gastroscopy first tomorrow, and then we'll see if we need an operation." The old director took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes: "But he is suffering from pneumonia now, and he is afraid of infection."

Chu Ci squeezed the corner of her clothes: "Okay, I see, I will tell him."

"Really, young people don't take their own lives seriously at all. If you want to continue like this, let alone 40 years old, but 35 years old will not survive."

When I came out of the dean's office, I happened to meet Cheng Yuan coming back from home. He was holding some change of clothes in his hand. Seeing that Chu Ci was in a daze, he couldn't help asking: "Miss Chu, the president's illness..."

"The doctor said to have a gastroscopy after his condition has stabilized, but he is still infected with pneumonia, so he is afraid that there will be cross-infection during the operation." She took a breath: "Does he usually drink alcohol without any scruples? "

Cheng Yuan lowered his face: "Yeah, the work has been heavy these past few years, and I often have to go out to drink, although I reminded, but the effect is very little." After a pause, he said: "The past few years, the president has not I'm very happy, so I drink a lot."

Not having a great time.

Chu Ci was instantly struck by these words.

Ever since Fu Heng lived to such an age, his mood fluctuated the most, and the time he spent the most emotionally was just the short one year with Chu Ci, which was painful and sweet, but in the end he still felt a little happier.

Before that, his feelings were blank, so he didn't have any emotional ups and downs. After she left, he had no feelings at all. At least in the eyes of outsiders, he was extremely indifferent.

Cheng Yuan glanced at Chu Ci, thinking that he had finally begged her, so he couldn't just let her go, so he continued to say cheekily: "Miss Chu, the president is very ill, and you also know that he is stubborn and stubborn. So strong, I am afraid that he will refuse to take medicine later and insist on going home."

Chu Ci glanced at him lightly: "You are his most capable assistant, can you not do this?"

Cheng Yuan smiled embarrassedly: "You also know that the president only listens to you. You used to ask him not to drink, but he basically didn't drink. Now you ask him to cooperate with the treatment, and he will certainly cooperate with the treatment."

After not seeing each other for four years, Chu Ci didn't realize that Cheng Yuan's words were so routine.

She pressed the center of her eyebrows: "If you have something to do, go and do it. I'll stay here, but I'll only stay for one night. You come over tomorrow. He may have an operation and needs to be signed by his family. I'm not a family member."

Counting Fu Heng's closest family members is the old man, but the old man is not in good health, his legs and feet are inconvenient, and he can't let him know that Fu Heng has entered the hospital, so Cheng Yuan has to do it.

It was already 11:30, Chu Ci sat down on the sofa in front of the ward, looked at the man lying on the bed, he seemed a little old, compared with the state four years ago, it was a world of difference, she was also old I am 28 years old. When I looked in the mirror in the morning, I found a faint wrinkle at the corner of my eye.

Stretching out her hand, Chu Ci slowly caressed the corners of Fu Heng's eyebrows and eyes. She had also described it in detail before, with nostalgia and anticipation at that time.

But in the end, he was full of disappointment.

Xu Shi is young, and both of them are so good and stubborn, like hedgehogs, they prick each other's blood before giving up. If you make me hurt a little, I will make you hurt a lot.

While she was immersed in the past, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his voice was hoarse and depressed: "Where's Cheng Yuan?"

"He has something to do, let me stay here and watch you."

There was no expression on Fu Heng's face, and he said after a while, "I want to drink water."

Chu Ci immediately poured a glass of water and handed it to his mouth: "The doctor said that you have stomach bleeding and you have contracted pneumonia. If you don't come to the hospital again, you may die."

Fu Heng took a sip of water from her hand, and smiled lightly after a long while, saying that he didn't care as much as he wanted.

Chu Ci put down the water glass: "Maybe you will have a gastroscopy tomorrow, and if the test result is not good, you will have an operation. By the way, the doctor said that you are very likely to get stomach cancer if you continue like this, do you know?"

The man didn't speak, his expression was empty and decadent.

Seeing that he didn't react at all, Chu Ci suddenly felt that what she said was meaningless. She was a little angry, and her voice raised a few degrees: "Stomach cancer, you know, you won't live for three years if it spreads."

Fu Heng still didn't speak.

Chu Ci breathed out: "Drink less wine and socialize less in the future. Your body is your own. If you don't cherish it, no one will cherish it for you."

It seemed like a long time before the man beside the bed said, "Okay!"

He was so weak that he didn't want to say a word.

Chu Ci bit her lip and thought, after all, you are also my child's biological father. I don't want my child to be so young and lose his father. Of course, this sentence must be in my heart.

After being silent for a while, Chu Ci looked at his face, thought for a while, and then slowly said: "Should I call Ji Xinwei and say that you are sick and hospitalized?"

(End of this chapter)