Pei Sui frowned, and the light in his eyes turned a few degrees colder because of his attitude.

His expression was somewhat puzzled.

His previous meetings with Fu Chen were not particularly pleasant and harmonious, but at least they were able to save face.

But now he suddenly spoke ill of him.

Meng Sheng was also stunned for a moment, with confusion and bewilderment in her eyes. She turned her head to look at Pei Sui, but now she was really concerned about Meng Chengli's physical condition, so she could only put Fu Chen's strange behavior aside.

She licked her dry lips and asked nervously and worriedly, "How is my dad now? What does acute stroke mean? Is his life in danger?"

Fu Chen looked at the worry and fear on her face and could only suppress his anger temporarily. He took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and tried to keep his tone calm.

"Around 11 a.m., due to emotional excitement, my blood pressure soared sharply. Due to the extreme excitement of the sympathetic nerves, a large amount of vasoactive substances such as adrenaline and noradrenaline were secreted, causing my heart rate to accelerate rapidly.

He had already undergone several surgeries, both major and minor, due to his age, and his blood vessels had become hardened and fragile. He was resuscitated for over three hours, but fortunately, his brain vessels were not directly damaged, and there was no thrombosis or detachment, so he was ultimately out of danger.

"But at the moment, it seems the intense stimulation has triggered 'broken heart syndrome', with some irregular heart rhythms... To put it bluntly, there may be a risk of stroke."

He said a lot, but it was unknown how much Meng Sheng heard.

Her head felt a little dizzy and her breathing began to become rapid.

My mood was up and down. When I heard him say "I'm out of danger", the depression in my chest finally found an outlet.

But the following words about the "risk of stroke" made her feel like the ground beneath her feet was collapsing.

Her mood was like a lamp that was turned on dimly at first. Before the light could fully warm up, it was pressed into complete darkness by a rough hand.

She held her breath, her voice trembling, "Stroke? How could it be a stroke?"

Her father is still very young, and he has the elegant, wise and bookish air of a master.

How could such a person have a stroke?

How can he sit in a wheelchair, with inconvenient legs and feet, crooked mouth and nose, and incoherent speech?

She couldn't imagine it, she couldn't imagine it.

Upon seeing this, Fu Chen immediately comforted her, "Shengsheng, there is a possibility, don't..."

Meng Sheng looked up blankly, looking at him hopefully, "Then... is the possibility of him having a stroke... high?"

Fu Chen was speechless for a moment, suddenly not knowing what to say.

He knew she couldn't accept it. It had been four or five months since Meng Chengli was diagnosed with stomach cancer during the Chinese New Year this year, and his condition had not improved much.

It's even worse now.

But as a doctor, he could not hide anything from the family members and could only tell them the truth.

"The surgery has minimized brain cell death to the greatest extent possible. We can't say for sure yet. It depends on the severity of Uncle Meng's condition after he wakes up. The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, so it will probably take about an hour for him to wake up."

Meng Sheng felt as if he had just been plunged into cold water and found his own voice amidst the storm.

"If I really had a stroke, then...is there any chance of recovery?"

Fu Chen nodded. "Yes. The golden period for early recovery is between 3-6 months after the onset of the disease. We also need to prevent post-stroke depression, anxiety, etc...."

Having said this, Meng Sheng's expression began to turn sad, and he was unable to continue.

He took a deep breath and patted her shoulder to comfort her. "Don't be so pessimistic. We'll have to wait until Uncle Meng wakes up to see what's going on. The current examination report shows that the data is relatively stable and there's no danger to his life."

Meng Sheng understood and knew it.

But there was still a strong sense of sadness and pain accumulating in her chest, which was trying to tear at her sanity.

She was so scared.

She already has no mother, and she can't be without a father.

She used the slight pain of her nails digging into her palms to pull herself back to her senses. After a long pause, she asked with her lips whispering.

"What the hell... is going on? My dad... was fine, why did he suddenly get so emotional that he fainted..."

It even reached the point where he needed emergency treatment and showed signs of a stroke?

Speaking of this, Fu Chen suddenly snorted coldly, and rushed out of the cage again with the anger that he had been trying hard to suppress.

Those eyes, which were originally gentle and slightly heavy, had become cold when they were cast at the man beside her.

There was anger in his voice, and he didn't give Pei Sui any face at all. He described the scene directly in front of Meng Sheng.

“Oh, the Pei family claims to be a prestigious family, yet they can do such despicable and shameless things.

His mother's last name is Cui, right? Mrs. Cui! This morning, she came to the ward with such a high and mighty air, claiming to be visiting, but she actually went to stir up trouble in front of Uncle Meng, a patient.

Their attitude is so bad, it's like they are giving alms, every word is sarcastic, every sentence is heartbreaking, and they make you feel unbearable to listen to, using all kinds of unpleasant words and phrases.

What kind of heartless words can you say, such as you are trying to climb up the social ladder and marry into the Pei family? Let Meng Shushi persuade you to leave Pei Sui and stop clinging to the Pei family.

He even used a check for 2.5 million to insult Uncle Meng, and the words between the lines were slandering the Meng family's family tradition, saying that it was a disgrace to the reputation of a "scholarly family."

She is so shameless, she doesn't even consider her own character. With that attitude, who would have thought she was the wife of the Pei family, the richest family in Beijing? Those who don't know her would think she is some low-class, unpresentable shrew! "

Fu Chen's words were quite impolite, and he wished he could hold ten thousand swords and insert them all into Pei's lungs.

"Uncle Meng's health was already weak, and he's been trying to adapt to a new course of treatment these days. How could he withstand such pressure from someone like her? In a fit of rage..."

Meng Sheng froze immediately. She didn't know whether there was a sword piercing the Pei family, but there was indeed a sharp sword that pierced straight into her heart.

With a "puff", blood spurted out.

There was also a twisting pain in the heart.

Mrs. Cui...

Cui Xueheng?

Two and a half million?

Hehe...hehe.

Just from these few words, Meng Sheng could imagine how much humiliation and shame people would feel because of Cui Xueheng's arrogant, contemptuous, bossy, and dismissive attitude.

Even she couldn't stand it.

What's more, she has many students all over the world and is admired by people for half her life. She is called a "walking textbook" in the history and literature circles.

How would Meng Chengli, the father who served as the vice president of the Museum Restoration Research Institute, was also an editorial board member of the top historical journal "Past and Present", served as the president of the American Historical Association at the age of 35, and has a proud character, feel when facing Cui Xueheng?

How dare Cui Xueheng?!

How could she have the nerve to stand in front of her father?

Why?!

Blood pressure soared...

It took more than three hours of rescue to get him out of danger...

"Broken Heart Syndrome".

Stroke...

All the key words were like fist-sized hailstones, smashing into her heart, leaving a bloody pit with each hit.

What has become of the Meng family's century-old spirit today?

With blurred eyes, she seemed to see her father, the mountain that could support the whole family, hunched over and trembling uncontrollably in front of Cui Xueheng.

How could she not be angry?

How can I not be angry?

How can I not hate it?

The tears welling up in my eyes could no longer be held back and fell.

She thought about her mother's death again.

The guilt and self-blame that surged in my heart instantly drowned out this sad anger.

Because she met the wrong person and didn't know how to judge people, she indirectly killed her mother.

And now, he almost killed his father.

She became the driving force behind the bending of the Meng family's character.

Why is it her again?

Why is it... again?

The long, dark road she had set for herself appeared before her eyes again. She slowly raised her head and stepped onto the road. She was overwhelmed by the cold, stinging, suffocating and painful feelings.

Devouring her body and soul bit by bit.