"Stop looking, eat quickly! Brother Fu is so stingy. I heard from my brother this morning that you were hospitalized, and he wouldn't even let me come see you..."
While Song Xingyao was eating, she started muttering complaints.
“Since you were hospitalized, Aunt Jiang told me that she hasn’t seen Brother Fu go back for a long time.”
After Qiao Yiming arrived, there was more laughter in the ward.
This also somewhat diluted the inappropriate thoughts in Song Xingyao's mind.
Fu Siming did not go too far after leaving the ward.
Instead, they took the elevator down a few floors and walked to the operating room, where the two men who had been guarding the operating room stepped forward.
She lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I didn't see her."
Fu Siming hasn't come back since he left the basement two days ago.
The basement was damp and reeked of a foul odor, like a polar night stretching as far as the eye could see.
Taking advantage of the moment when her guards weren't paying attention, Fu Yao slammed her head against the corner of a stool, causing her head to bleed profusely.
He was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Both of them thought they were going to be punished, so they lowered their heads and waited for instructions.
Fu Siming pondered for a while but didn't say much.
"She's not the kind of person who's honest. She'll get out eventually. I never expected her to do it this way."
After saying that, he seemed to remember something and asked Pei Jing, who was standing behind him, "How is the Fu family doing?"
Pei Jing: "Mrs. Fu was buried the night before last. Although I didn't ask about Fu Yao's whereabouts, I guess it can't be kept secret any longer."
He hummed in agreement.
Fu Yao hadn't been missing for very long, and the Fu family was busy with Wu Mu's funeral, so they didn't have time to deal with Fu Yao's affairs.
Not to mention that the Fu family was unaware that Fu Yao had imprisoned Song Xingyao.
He couldn't possibly let Fu Yao disappear now, adding insult to injury for the Fu family. Besides, she still held the life of a child in her hands...
Just then, the doctor came out of the operating room.
"The injury was quite serious. It has been stitched up and he can be transferred to the ward for observation."
Fu Siming didn't rush to leave. He sat in the ward and lit a cigarette, completely ignoring the patient who had just come out of the operating room on the bed.
When Fu Yao woke up, she propped herself up and saw Fu Siming opposite her.
The man on the sofa, irritated, had unbuttoned his shirt to the second button, his eyes somewhat gloomy.
Hearing the man's voice, tinged with the hoarseness of tobacco, she suppressed her emotions.
Fu Siming: "How can we get the antidote?"
She heard him, picked at her nails, and her nonchalant attitude only fueled his anger.
“I told you, if you break up with Song Xingyao, I will give you the antidote.”
His simple words once again fueled his anger.
Fu Siming really wanted to slap her again, just like he did in the basement, but he was afraid of slapping her too hard.
Fu Siming: "Don't even think about running away until you hand over the antidote, or I won't hesitate to trade my life for yours."
He left the ward after saying those words.
Standing outside the glass room, shortly after Song Xingyao returned to the ward, the child was taken out for another emergency treatment.
His unease grew stronger.
Remembering what that crazy woman Fu Yao said...
On the day Song Xingyao was discharged from the hospital, the entire Fu family came, including the old man who specially came from the old house.
While packing her things, Qi's mother struck up a conversation with Song Xingyao.
When Fu Siming returned to the ward to pick her up,
However, Song Xingyao's mood didn't seem as upbeat and cheerful as it had been that morning; instead, she seemed rather sullen.
He was a little confused. Qi Ma quickly carried the things out, leaving only the two of them in this large space.
Fu Siming sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her between his legs and held her captive, forcing her to look up at him.
"What's wrong? You're about to be discharged, and you still don't want to leave."
"no……"
Looking at her lowered eyebrows and the corners of her eyes, Fu Siming sighed.
"Do you want to see the baby?"
Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she nodded.
He stared straight into Fu Siming's eyes, their heights perfectly aligned.
Fu Siming's gaze was slightly averted as she fixed his bright eyes on him.
He sighed softly, casually playing with Song Xingyao's slender fingers.
“Let’s go see him together, but the baby’s condition isn’t very good right now and he can’t come back to Haiyan with us. I promise you, I’ll give you a healthy baby soon.”
Song Xingyao found it strange, and a fleeting feeling of unease crossed her mind, but joy still occupied her thoughts.
"Let's go, let's go!" She hurriedly got up and pulled Fu Siming down several floors.
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Jiang Man picked the person up and put them in the car, but Fu Siming didn't go back with everyone; he took a phone call instead.
Seeing that he was preoccupied with something, he simply placed a light kiss on Song Xingyao's forehead.
Jiang Man couldn't help but scold him in the car: "Is there anything more important than your discharge from the hospital? You're always so busy!"
Song Xingyao smiled instead, not taking it seriously: "He's been taking care of me at the hospital lately, so he must have a lot of things to take care of."
Jiang Man said in a tone of exasperation, "You just side with him!"
Fu Yao stood by the window, taking in the entire scene.
Soon, the clear sound of leather shoes could be heard from outside the door.
The owner of the voice kicked the door open with a bang. The noise attracted several gossipy heads to peek out from the same floor.
Fearing being caught in the crossfire, they quickly retreated.
Fu Yao looked at the man in front of her with a smile, completely unfazed by his actions and gloomy demeanor.
"You're here!" It was as if Fu Siming's earlier behavior was fake, and that he had really come to pick her up from the hospital.
Fu Siming leaned against the door, smoking, recalling what the doctor had said yesterday: "The young master's body does not meet the conditions for a blood transfusion, and the toxins in his body have already begun to seep in. At present, a blood transfusion cannot achieve the effect of detoxification, and there may be subsequent complications."
This effectively blocked almost all of his escape routes.
Seeing Fu Yao's smug look, he took the last puff of smoke and exhaled.
The rising smoke obscured his gloomy face.
The smug woman in front of her was testing her limits step by step.
She seemed to know everything about the child's development, and could always come up with an irresistible offer at a specific point in time.
In that phone call just now, Fu Yao agreed to give him the first dose of the antidote.
The condition is that he must personally escort her out of the hospital.
Instead of going through the main gate, he escorted her to the underground parking garage, where Fu Siming personally took the vial containing a tiny bit of crystalline liquid from her hand.
As soon as he saw the person off, he made a phone call. The lab received the message and quickly sent someone to pick up the precious medicine.
Only after testing and confirmation was the child given the antidote.
The lab researcher in the white coat looked at Fu Siming's dark face and said, "The medicine that Miss Fu gave us is fine, but the antidote only has a repairing effect on some neurotoxin damage, and the dosage is precisely designed, making it difficult to extract the effective components for decomposition."
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