Chapter 34 A Family
Ruan Yi's palms, gripping the steering wheel, were sweating profusely.
"Xiao Yi, drive slower..." Lin Han looked at Ruan Yi's tightly pursed lips, her voice full of worry.
“I was the one who sent him home last night,” Ruan Yi said, her voice trembling slightly.
“That doesn’t mean anything. Fu Wang’s accident was an accident! Who could have predicted that a drunk driver would appear on the road?” Lin Han frowned deeply.
That's right, the man who hit Fu Wang in the car accident was a drunk man, and he died on the spot in the accident.
Furthermore, apart from their children living abroad, the other party has no relatives or assets in China, making it impossible to hold them accountable.
The probability of such an event is as small as being struck by lightning.
Ruan Yi's eyes were a little red. She understood what Lin Han meant, but she knew that Fu Wang's car accident was inextricably linked to her.
In her hazy memories, she was certain that she had never heard of any life-threatening accidents involving the second young master of the Fu family in her previous life. At least until Ruan Yi died, Fu Wang was still alive and well.
She was now certain that Fu Wang was definitely not one of the main characters, otherwise how could he have fallen into such a life-or-death situation?
The male protagonists in novels aren't all indestructible, steel-hard perpetual motion machines; they're not like the male lead who could jump into the sea and be pulled out of a shark's belly.
Fu Wang, that idiot, is not a main character at all, but a passerby who was harmed terribly by this vicious female supporting character!
Because of her, Fu Wang's life trajectory was changed; he was supposed to be a character with a smooth life in the background of the story.
Ruan Yi blinked desperately, trying to hold back her tears. Her goal in being reborn was to save people, but now she was about to kill someone.
The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
"Xiao Wang...you can't get hurt."
Zhou Wan trembled all over, her fingers gripping the metal doorknob of the ICU so tightly that faint red blood seeped from between her fingers.
Why aren't you reacting at all?
Zhou Wan suddenly turned around, her bloodshot eyes glaring angrily at him. She staggered forward and grabbed Fu Jingchen's suit sleeve.
"He's your brother! Don't you feel sorry for him?"
Fu Jingchen subtly withdrew his arm, shook the creases in his sleeve, and suppressed his disgust.
He didn't have a younger brother; the one in the hospital ward is just a delusional bastard.
A large group of medical staff appeared, and the chief physician at the head of the group took off his mask, sweat still seeping from the wrinkles on his forehead.
"The patient's condition is very serious. Due to the huge impact of the car accident, the patient's aortic intima tore, and blood rushed into the blood vessel wall, forming a dissection."
The doctor pointed to the menacing black line on the CT scan.
Zhou Wan's eyes widened, her eyes already blurred with tears.
"What do you mean? It's just a ruptured blood vessel! Fix it!" The shrill voice was hysterical.
The doctor pushed up his glasses, his brow furrowing with difficulty.
"This is not a simple surgical suturing procedure; the slightest mistake could lead to cardiac tamponade. There is currently no mature surgical protocol available in China; only…"
Zhou Wan suddenly grabbed the doctor's sleeve, her eyelashes still wet with tears.
"Your hospital is so big, and you can't even cure a broken blood vessel? My son can't die!"
Fu Jingchen stood to the side with his arms crossed, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
Cheap glamour and ignorance become even more foolish and pathetic in the face of life and death.
Just like that woman back then, stepping on her mother's dignity, thinking she had become the ultimate winner, and entering the Fu family in high heels, she was despicable and laughable.
"Please save my son!" she cried, her voice cracking with sobs. "Use the best medicine, I'll pay any price, I have plenty of money!"
"Family members, please calm down. The M Country Heart Medical Center has had successful cases in this situation. If you have sufficient funds, we suggest you contact them to apply for a transfer."
"Is the attending professor from Dr. Smith's Medical Center?" Fu Jingchen suddenly asked, a slight, barely controlled smile playing on his lips.
"When the group was developing its medical device product line, it collaborated with that medical center." However, the collaboration was with NovaVoy, not the Fu family.
The man took out his phone from his suit pocket, the screen reflecting the subtle malice in his eyes.
“I will contact the hospital to help Xiao Wang transfer to another hospital. After all, we are family.”
Zhou Wan gripped Fu Jingchen's wrist, her bright red lips trembling, "Xiao Chen... I knew you were a soft-hearted child."
Fu Jingchen looked down at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, which looked like it had been smeared with dirt.
"You're too kind." Fu Jingchen withdrew his hand.
From an outsider's perspective, probably no one would guess that Zhou Wan was a stepmother.
After all, the way the man looked at her was like he was examining a stinking pile of garbage, or like he was looking at a stray dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
Ruan Yi grabbed Lin Han's wrist and rushed out of the elevator, their hair disheveled from running.
Only a tall male figure remained in front of the ward.
"Fu Jingchen?" Ruan Yi frowned slightly after recognizing the figure, her tone full of anxiety.
"How is Fu Wang doing?"
The girl's cheeks were flushed from running, and the scent of fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat filled the air.
"Xiaoyi, don't run so fast." The man pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and gracefully reached towards her slightly damp temples.
His fingertips hooked a soft handkerchief, scented with cedar, and stroked her flushed cheeks.
Ruan Yi realized what was happening and immediately turned her head to dodge.
But in the instant she turned her head to avoid him, the man's handkerchief had already brushed against her burning earlobe, and the sweat-dampened fabric gently swept across the corner of her lips.
"What are you doing! I'm asking you how Fu Wang is doing!"
Ruan Yi's voice carried a hint of urgent annoyance.
The man calmly took back the handkerchief, folded it neatly, and put it back in his pocket. "It's already been transferred to another hospital."
"Aortic dissection rupture, which cannot be treated domestically, is currently on a special plane to the heart center in the United States."
He stared at Ruan Yi's suddenly pale face, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.
"Any later, and there would have been no chance to save him."
The girl's fingernails dug into her palms, and her rosy face gradually turned pale.
Just yesterday, Fu Wang was standing alive and well beside her.
Just last night, as soon as the Ruan family's gate closed after they parted, Fu Wang sent her a message urging her to go to sleep early. That fool... he clearly just wanted to chat with her.
At this moment, the two are halfway around the world apart, and his fate remains unknown.
Ruan Yi bit her lower lip tightly, afraid that the tears that would burst forth at any moment would expose the vulnerability in her heart. She took a deep breath and turned away abruptly.
She didn't want to cry in front of Fu Jingchen.
The man gazed at the girl's retreating figure, his seemingly casual gaze carrying a possessive desire that transformed into an invisible net, completely enveloping her.
He slowly pulled out the neatly folded silk handkerchief from his pocket, its surface damp with a few faint stains.
His slender fingers gently unfurled the folds, the movement almost reverent. He lowered his gaze to the handkerchief, then slowly placed it over his high, straight nose.
His nose brushed lightly against the fabric, and a low, hoarse sigh escaped his throat, sounding like satisfaction or the wail of a trapped beast.
The man took a deep, greedy breath, as if trying to inhale all the alluring scent into his lungs. His thin lips gently rubbed against his handkerchief, and a sickly redness rose to the corners of his eyes.
Fortunately, he didn't give her a chance to visit, otherwise, he was afraid he would lose control again.
Out of control? He couldn't think that way; this was clearly the most passionate expression of love.
Everything he did was simply to protect what he cherished most in his heart.
Unbeknownst to him, the man had already found the most reasonable explanation for his crazy behavior.
A lucid yet vile descent into depravity.
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