He was still deep in thought, seemingly hesitant.
Fu Siming then offered an even more tempting offer: "Professor Xu, this is my sincere offer. If you can help my wife intervene, I can also establish a long-term cooperation with your institution and provide continuous research funding support."
It has to be said that this is a condition that is hard to refuse.
Whether he is someone who wants to amass wealth or someone who genuinely pursues academic research, his influence is equally significant.
However, he did not immediately agree, because he knew virtually nothing about the patients he was to be in contact with.
Even the most outstanding psychotherapist could not guarantee that he could help her overcome her psychological difficulties.
Xu Shi: "I need to first understand your wife's situation before I can determine whether I have the ability to accept the conditions proposed by President Fu."
Professor Xu's relenting was obvious, which relieved Fu Siming.
After all, during the investigation, apart from his deceased wife, he was practically an impeccable partner.
An enemy without any weaknesses is the hardest to defeat, but fortunately, he is not a ruthless man.
The progress here is going relatively smoothly, but there's no good news from the lab.
The antidote for the drug is under development. There is no ready-made antidote, and no one can guarantee how long the development will take.
The child was taken in and out of the incubator twice for resuscitation, but in the end the doctor shook his head and said to Fu Siming, "We need to administer the antidote as soon as possible, otherwise the residual neurotoxins will cause irreversible damage to the brain."
Jiang Man and Fu Ting came by once, but Fu Siming, fearing they would be upset, did not tell them the truth.
But the sorrow between his brows grew deeper and deeper.
In retrospect, Fu Yao was someone he had provoked, and now that things have come to this, he can't escape any responsibility.
He was in a state of confusion and had no idea how to bring it up with Song Xingyao.
Professor Xu conducted two consultations and discussions, and a preliminary treatment plan was developed. Song Xingyao's condition has improved significantly compared to before.
Fu Siming sat at the coffee table opposite the hospital bed and awkwardly peeled the apple in his hand.
Song Xingyao sat back, watching him struggle somewhat comically with the round apple in his hand.
He chuckled lightly, "I never thought there would be something even our CEO Fu couldn't handle."
Hearing the woman in front of him tease him, Fu Siming helplessly used the sharp blade to slice open the apple he had already peeled half of.
He simply gave up the other half and fed it to the woman who was still laughing at him.
It's like trying to shut her up this way.
She obediently ate the fruit he offered her, looking at him with a coquettish expression.
"Fu Siming, can I go see the baby today?"
The man, whose back was turned to her, quickly realized that his strategy of delaying her from seeing the child wouldn't last long.
He coaxed her, "Okay, Aunt Qi will bring the food over in a bit. After you eat your lunch, I'll take you to see him. But he's still in the incubator, so we can only watch him from outside the ward for now."
Seeing that he had given in, Song Xingyao immediately agreed.
A few days ago, she mentioned wanting to see the baby, but was either brushed off or Professor Xu visited, which then conflicted with the treatment arranged by the hospital.
She almost began to suspect that there was something seriously wrong with the child, which was why she had been delaying treatment.
Seeing that his expression hadn't changed, Song Xingyao felt much more at ease.
When Qi's mother came to deliver the food, she saw how thin and frail Song Xingyao looked; she didn't look like she had just given birth at all.
I was both happy and heartbroken, and I kept serving her food.
Song Xingyao looked at the smile on the man's face on the sofa.
That's when I understood why he told me to finish all the food that Aunt Qi brought!
When Qi's mother came, she practically brought Haiyan's entire kitchen to the hospital room. The amount of food she brought was enough to make two strong men eat until they were stuffed, let alone enough for her to eat by herself...
Fu Siming saw that she was really eating a lot, as if she was afraid of not seeing her child again.
The smile on his face was largely masked by worry.
I interrupted her eating at the right time.
"Alright, even if it tastes good, you can't eat too much. You're still in the recovery period, so you can't overeat."
Song Xingyao: "..."
I was already mentally complaining: If you hadn't said that, would I have been able to eat so much?
After eating, Song Xingyao hurriedly pulled him out of the ward.
We had to go through three floors to reach the specialized pediatric intensive care unit.
Originally, the two were arranged to be in adjacent hospital rooms, but after Song Xingyao's condition improved, they worried that she might secretly come out to see the child.
So they simply put the child further away for the convenience of treatment.
Such a young child has to undergo repeated blood tests, injections, and goes in and out of treatment.
Fu Siming felt heartbroken upon seeing this, not to mention Song Xingyao, with whom he had once shared a life.
I don't know if the child knew that Song Xingyao was coming today, but he slept soundly and there was no emergency.
This relieved Fu Siming.
The moment she saw the child, Song Xingyao pressed herself tightly against the glass window, as if she could feel the child's soft body that way.
She looked up and met Fu Siming's gaze.
"Fu Siming, are you naming the child?"
Seeing that he shook his head, Song Xingyao pouted, her tone somewhat sullen.
"It seems like you're not looking forward to this child at all. It's been so long, and you haven't even chosen a name yet..."
After speaking, she turned her gaze back to the little bundle in the incubator, failing to notice the fleeting look of helplessness on Fu Siming's face.
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Twenty minutes had passed since Song Xingyao clung to the glass like a gecko.
Fu Siming was worried about her wound healing and also about the possibility of unexpected problems with the child.
"Are you planning to stay here? Song Xingyao, what did you promise me?"
...
Seeing that he had given her an ultimatum, Song Xingyao reluctantly left the floor.
Judging from his heartless appearance, he will probably be a strict father in the future, and his children will definitely not be close to him!
Song Xingyao silently recited in her heart...
In the afternoon, a noisy person came to the ward.
When Qiao Yiming arrived, he made quite a grand entrance.
People dressed as bodyguards filled the ward with large and small bags.
She was just about to pounce on Song Xingyao.
Someone grabbed the back of her neck, and the sudden movement caused her to cough.
He muttered a complaint to himself behind him, "Why are you so stingy..."
But he still obediently sat down next to Song Xingyao.
"Sister Yao Yao, look how thin you've become! I packed a portion of the nourishing soups and snacks from Pin Hua Ge for you, so please eat some!"
As he spoke, he directed the people behind him to open the items and place them on the table.
For a moment, the mixed aromas in the room created an eerie atmosphere.
Fu Siming's phone suddenly rang.
It seemed somewhat out of place in the quiet atmosphere.
Seeing that Qiao Yiming was with him inside, he stood up, gave a few instructions, and quickly left.
Song Xingyao noticed the anxious look on his face, but she was quickly interrupted by the spoon that Qiao Yiming handed her.
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