Chapter 34: One Family
Cold sweat seeped from Ruan Yi’s palms as she gripped the steering wheel.
“Little Yi, drive slower…” Lin Han looked at Ruan Yi’s tightly pursed lips, her voice full of worry.
“I was the one who made him go home last night.” Ruan Yi’s voice trembled slightly.
“That doesn’t mean anything. Fu Wang had an accident! Who could have predicted 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 driver. The other party died on the spot in the crash.
Furthermore, aside from children far away abroad, the other party had no relatives or assets in the country, making accountability impossible.
The probability of such an event was as small as being struck by lightning.
Ruan Yi’s eyes were a bit red. She understood what Lin Han meant, but she knew clearly… Fu Wang’s accident couldn’t be unrelated to her.
In her vague memories, she was certain she had never heard of the Fu family’s second young master having a life-threatening accident in her past life. At least until Ruan Yi died, Fu Wang had lived well.
She could be sure now; Fu Wang was definitely not one of the protagonist gongs. Otherwise, how could he fall into such a perilous situation hanging by a thread?
The gongs in the novel were all perpetual motion machines with lives as hard as steel and diamond-indestructible bodies. Even if the male lead jumped into the sea, he could be dug out from a shark’s stomach.
Fu Wang, this idiot, wasn’t a protagonist at all, but a passerby extra who was miserably harmed by her, the vicious supporting female!
Because of her, Fu Wang’s life trajectory was changed. He should have been a character in the background story with smooth sailing.
Ruan Yi blinked desperately to hold back her tears. Her goal in being reborn was clearly to save people, but now she was killing them.
The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
“Little Wang… you can’t have anything happen to you.”
Zhou Wan trembled all over. Her fingers clutched the metal door handle of the ICU tightly, using so much force that faint red blood marks seeped from her finger crevices.
“Why do you have no reaction at all?”
Zhou Wan suddenly turned around, her bloodshot eyes glaring angrily. She stumbled over and grabbed Fu Jingchen’s suit cuff.
“He is your brother! Doesn’t your heart ache for him?”
Fu Jingchen calmly withdrew his arm, shook out the wrinkles on his cuff caused by her grip, and forcibly suppressed his disgust.
Where did he get a brother? The one in the sickroom is nothing more than a bastard engaging in wishful thinking.
A crowd of medical staff appeared in a swarm. The lead chief physician took off his mask; sweat was still seeping from the wrinkles at his temples.
“The patient’s current situation is very grim. The massive impact of the car accident caused an intimal tear in the patient’s thoracic aorta. Blood has flooded into the vessel wall, forming a dissection.”
The doctor pointed to the hideous black line on the CT image.
Zhou Wan’s eyes widened. Because of her sobbing, the area under her eyes was already smudged with black makeup.
“What do you mean? Isn’t it just a broken blood vessel? Patch it up!” Her sharp, thin voice carried hysteria.
The doctor pushed up his glasses, his brow furrowing with difficulty.
“This isn’t a simple surgical suture. The slightest carelessness will trigger cardiac tamponade. There is no mature surgical plan in the country currently, only…”
Zhou Wan suddenly grabbed the doctor’s cuff, tear beads still clinging to her eyelashes.
“Your hospital is so big, yet you can’t even fix a broken blood vessel? My son cannot die!”
Fu Jingchen stood aside with his arms crossed, the corner of his mouth hooking up imperceptibly.
Cheap gaudiness and ignorance became increasingly stupid and pathetic in the face of life and death.
Just like when this woman trampled on his mother’s dignity, thinking she was the ultimate winner, and stepped into the Fu family in high heels—despicable and laughable.
“Save my son!” Her crying voice cracked. “Use the best medicine. Spend however much money is needed. I have plenty of money!”
“Family member, please calm down. For this situation, the Cardiac Medical Center in the US currently has successful cases. Given sufficient funds, we suggest you contact them to apply for a transfer.”
“Is the lead surgeon the medical center of Dr. Smith?” Fu Jingchen suddenly spoke, hiding a slight arc at the corner of his mouth that was hard to control.
“When the group launched the medical device product line, we cooperated with that medical center.” It was just that the one cooperating was NovaVoy, not the Fu Corporation.
The man took his phone out of his suit’s inner pocket. The phone screen reflected the concealed malice in the depths of his eyes.
“I will contact them on Little Wang’s behalf and arrange his transfer. After all ——— we are one family.”
Zhou Wan grasped Fu Jingchen’s wrist, her bright red lips trembling incessantly. “Little Chen… I knew you were a soft-hearted child.”
Fu Jingchen lowered his eyes to look at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, as if it had been smeared with dirt.
“You are too polite.” Fu Jingchen withdrew his hand.
If an outsider were to look, probably no one could guess Zhou Wan’s identity as a stepmother.
After all, the man’s expression when facing her was like sizing up a pile of stinking trash, or looking at a stray dog wagging its tail and begging for pity.
Ruan Yi pulled Lin Han’s wrist and rushed out of the elevator, running until their hair was messy.
Only a tall male figure remained in front of the ward.
“Fu Jingchen?” After recognizing the figure, Ruan Yi frowned slightly, her tone full of anxious unease.
“Where is Fu Wang? How is his condition?”
The girl’s cheeks were flushed red from running, and her scent mixed with the smell of light sweat dispersed in the air.
“Little Yi, don’t run so fast.” The man pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and moved elegantly toward her slightly damp temples.
His fingertips held the soft handkerchief carrying a cedar scent as it brushed past her flushed cheek.
Ruan Yi reacted and immediately turned her head to dodge.
But in the instant she turned her head to avoid it, the man’s handkerchief wiped past her burning earlobe, the fabric stained with fragrant sweat gently sweeping across the corner of her lips.
“What are you doing! I’m asking you how Fu Wang is!”
There was urgent annoyance in Ruan Yi’s voice.
The man unhurriedly took back the handkerchief, slowly folded it, and put it back in his pocket. “He has already transferred hospitals.”
“Aortic dissection rupture. It can’t be treated domestically. He is currently on a special plane to the US Cardiac Center.”
He stared at Ruan Yi’s face, which had suddenly lost color. The gaze hidden behind his lenses swept past with a trace of jealousy.
“Any later, and there would have been no chance to resuscitate him.”
The girl’s fingernails dug into her palm, her pink face gradually turning deathly pale.
Just yesterday, Fu Wang was standing alive and well beside her.
Last night when they parted, the Ruan family gates had just closed when Fu Wang sent a message urging her to sleep early. That fool… clearly just wanted to chat with her.
At this moment, separated by half the globe, his life was still uncertain.
Ruan Yi bit her lower lip hard, afraid that the tears bursting forth in the next second would expose the fragility in her heart. taking a deep breath, she turned abruptly to leave.
She didn’t want to cry in front of Fu Jingchen.
The man watched the girl’s retreating figure. His gaze, seemingly absent yet present, carried a possessive desire, turning into an invisible net that completely enveloped her.
He slowly took out the silk handkerchief he had just folded neatly from his pocket. Faint wet marks were soaked into the silk surface.
His slender fingers gently unfolded the creases, his movements gentle to the point of reverence. He lowered his eyes to gaze at the handkerchief, then slowly covered the high bridge of his nose with it.
The tip of his nose rubbed lightly against the fabric, and a low, hoarse sigh spilled from his throat—sounding like satisfaction, yet also like the wailing of a trapped beast.
The man inhaled deeply with greed, as if wanting to suck all that alluring scent into his lungs. His thin lips rubbed gently against the handkerchief, the corners of his eyes flushing with a sickly red tide.
Fortunately, he didn’t leave her a chance to visit. Otherwise, he was really afraid he would lose control again.
Lose control? He shouldn’t think like that. This was clearly the most fervent expression of love.
Everything he did was merely to protect the existence he cherished most in his heart.
Unknowingly, the man had already attached the most reasonable annotations to his insane actions.
Sinking into it with clear-headed maliciousness.
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