Fu Shiqin swayed as he leaned against the sink, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness as he turned to look at him.
What's wrong with me?
“You vomited blood, Fu Xiaoer, you just vomited blood…” Fu Shiyi pointed to the bloodstains in the pool.
Fu Shiqin turned his head and glanced at it, then everything went black and he could barely stand.
Fu Shiyi hurriedly helped the person up and sat them on the ground, then found his phone to call an ambulance.
Fortunately, the hotel was not far from the hospital, and the ambulance arrived at the hotel quickly. The medical staff came up and carried Fu Shiqin onto the trolley.
Ling Jiao's assistant had just delivered something to her and was about to go downstairs to her own room when she saw medical staff pushing someone into the elevator.
"Third Young Master, what happened?"
Fu Shiyi's expression was solemn as he pushed the cart into the elevator.
"I'm not sure, we'll be going now."
Fu Xiaoer has always been strong and healthy, and his physical examination report this year showed no problems. How could he suddenly vomit blood?
The symptom of vomiting blood is never a good sign.
Seeing the elevator doors close, Ling Jiao's assistant hurriedly returned to Ling Jiao's room and knocked on her door.
"Sister Ling, Sister Ling, something terrible has happened."
Ling Jiao had just changed her clothes and was getting ready to rest when she was woken up by a knock on the door.
"What's wrong? It's the middle of the night, don't disturb other people's rest."
"Sister Ling, the Second Young Master was just taken away by an ambulance," the assistant said anxiously.
"Are you sure it's Fu Shiqin?" Ling Jiao frowned.
The assistant nodded repeatedly, "It's the Second Young Master. The Third Young Master even went into the elevator with him. You can see for yourself at the window."
Upon hearing her words, Ling Jiao hurried to the French windows of the room and indeed saw an ambulance leaving the hospital.
So, he hurriedly put on a coat and asked.
"He was perfectly fine during dinner last night, how did he suddenly need emergency care?"
"I don't know either. The Third Young Master looked terrible and left before he could say what happened," Xiao Zhuliang said in a panic.
Ling Jiao thought for a moment, then went to the assistant director to borrow a car from the crew. There was only one hospital nearby, so they must have gone to that hospital.
She drove to the hospital, where Fu Shiqin was already in a ward receiving an IV drip, and the doctor was explaining the condition to Fu Shiyi.
"Doctor, what's wrong with him? Is it serious? Is there any hope?"
The doctor stared blankly at the person who barged in, and only spoke after glancing at Fu Shiyi.
"The severe bleeding from the stomach ulcer was likely caused by excessive alcohol consumption."
"You need to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation. You need to pay extra attention to your diet and your sleep schedule. If this continues, there is a possibility of cancer."
...
Ling Jiao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
After seeing the doctor off, Fu Shiyi sat down on the sofa in the ward.
"Ever since you broke up, this guy has inexplicably developed insomnia and often needs alcohol to fall asleep."
"Moreover, the company often has social engagements, and he has been drinking excessively recently, and he has also been suffering from insomnia and has not been able to rest. If he doesn't vomit blood, who will?"
...
Fortunately, it was just bleeding from an ulcer, not a particularly serious condition, otherwise it would have scared him to death.
The journey to the hospital had given him a real fright, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.
Ling Jiao bit her lip; she had no idea that this matter would turn him into this.
Fu Shiyi checked the time and said.
"You stay here and keep an eye on him. I'll go get the medicine and arrange for someone to take care of him tomorrow. After all, he'll have to stay in the hospital for a few more days."
Ling Jiao nodded without any hesitation. After seeing Fu Shiyi off, she moved a chair and sat down by the bed.
Fu Shiqin gradually regained his senses and stared blankly at the person sitting by the bed, unable to distinguish whether the person in front of him was real or a hallucination.
"Jiaojiao, what's wrong with me? Tell me."
"What do I have to do for you to accept me? Tell me."
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