Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 88: The one who knew him said he was a real man
The Huicheng Hospital.
VIP ward on the third floor of the inpatient section.
Fu Yanchi was lying on the hospital bed, his face almost transparent, but his expression was still clear and loose.
I don't see any suffering being a critically ill patient.
In front of the hospital bed, the white-clothed old man was so angry that his face turned black, "You know that your body is like a broken filter, and you couldn't be more peaceful and worry-free if you made any leaks here and there? Can't you waste your life? Staying up all night? Running in the sun? I can't cure you, let your grandfather come!"
"Old Dean, I just look a little serious, not too scary."
“Then you move your finger to show it to me now?”
Fu Yanchi tried it.
Well, I can't move.
He suggested to the old dean, "Can we do it tomorrow?"
The old dean almost wanted to stick a medical note in his hand on his forehead.
Are there such patients?
You are so indifferent to your own life and death!
In the end, the old director rubbed his sick temple, "With the current level of household medical care, your illness is incurable. Xiao Fu, you better not go back to China."
Being abroad can at least maintain various body functions longer.
Fu Yanchi smiled and looked out the window.
The small square sky was framed by a window, the setting sun had not yet lit up, and the bright moon had risen.
“Months in my hometown are relatively round.”
The old dean was silent.
The young man longs for home and patriotism, and his thinking is right. He can't criticize her.
Finally, the old dean sighed inwardly, "The test results have just come out, and the internal organs continue to fail. Xiao Fu, this result..."
"I know." The beautiful eyes of the handsome young man's peach blossoms curved into a crescent moon, "Before returning to China, the doctor who treated me told me that I still had a year and a half to live."
After a pause, he turned to comfort the old dean, "Old Dean, I was originally unable to live until the age of twenty-five with this disease, but you know, you know, I am almost twenty-seven years old now. I have crossed that obstacle. I will live one more day in the future. Get an extra day."
The old dean was silent for a long time, and finally reached out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Whatever happens, you must take care of your health. Treatment is getting better every day. Maybe someday there will be a miracle?" "
Before Fu Yanchi went abroad, he had always been in charge of the diagnosis and treatment of his illness.
The two had been dating for almost 20 years, and she had also changed from black hair to white hair. Unfortunately, he was never able to figure out the failure of the five organs in the young man without any symptoms or cause.
This disease is also very rare in the world.
So, as the young man said, an extra day to live means an extra day to make money.
Everything is destiny, and not a little bit.
“Oke, I also hope to wait for a miracle.” The young man smiled calmly, “Don't tell my grandfather about my illness until the miracle comes.”
Not long after the old dean left the ward, Uncle Gui walked in.
His skin is not very good.
Fu Yanchi felt a little strange.
Uncle Gui in his eyes was almost like a wooden man, with the same expression all year round, and it was very rare for his face to change like now.
“Uncle Gui?” He raised his eyebrows a little jokingly.
“Tuan Fu, you have found what you want to know.” Uncle Gui walked over to the hospital bed, "The boy is dead. He was pushed down the mountain by Ma Chunlan and fell to his death."
Fu Yanchi looked at him, the smile in his eyes sinking bit by bit.
After his smile faded, the sharp tip hidden behind the man's back finally revealed the corner of his face, so impressive that Uncle Gui subconsciously avoided his eyes.
"Dead?" The man asked slowly with his thin lips opened.
Using the means to deal with someone, Uncle Gui usually did not talk about this sort of thing.
Whatever sir asks, he just needs to do it well, no matter what.
But today, perhaps because of his impressive image, he subconsciously explained a few more words.
“Spread news of Ma Chunlan's murder as a rumor.” Fu Yanchi closed his eyes and said softly.
Uncle Gui received the order and left quietly.
The atmosphere in the ward was deserted, and the night had gone down a little. The darkness and tyranny hidden in the room was covered, and it immediately spread with carelessness and frenzy.
Fu Yanchi recalled what he said when he met Lady Tian at the police station in the morning.
He is no longer a stranger to the world. Tian, even an acquaintance.
Previously, he had followed the moon and called her Tian Ma.
But it was this kind and gentle old woman who stabbed her moon hard from behind.
He insisted on the whereabouts of the boy.
Shang is out in the future, and he can trade the rest of the chips for profit.
Greed is never satisfied, and death is not an unfortunate thing.
Fu Yanchi opened his eyes, and a dark prototype emerged from his eyes, ugly and monstrous.
People who knew him said he was polite, clear and clean.
Only he knows, not him.
Whoever injured his moon, he would make the other party retaliate with tenfold and a hundredfold of his pain!
He wanted Tian Chen Xiu'e to experience the pain of despair every day in prison!
He wanted Ma Chunlan, Tian Fu, and the people to betray their relatives and have nowhere to go, fighting every day at the end of the cliff!
He wanted the Song Group to collapse bit by bit, and wanted everyone in the Song family to die!
…
Daqu Village, Tianjia.
The Tian courtyard gate was tightly closed, and several large wooden sticks were used to tightly seal the back of the gate so that no one would break in from the outside.
Ma Chunlan curled up in a corner of the main hall, her face pale, her eyes full of fear, and her entire body kept trembling.
He hugged himself tightly, and on his wrist that was visible from the handcuffs, there was an uncovered scar.
hit with a brace.
His beating was exactly the same as when he hit that little bastard back then.
It was then that he realized how painful it was to be beaten endlessly with poker.
“Fumin, find some more wooden sticks and close the main room door!” He lowered his voice and shouted like a madman, "Those people will come without knowing the reason, they will come again! They're gonna kill me!"
"That bastard, you little bastard! He must have come to take revenge on me, and he won't stop until he's dead, and won't let me go! It must be him!"
"I said at first I didn't agree to take him home, but you all didn't listen to me. Now it becomes a reality, and the whole family is broken by it! Bitches, wild animals!"
"Enough! Quiet down!" Tian Fumin shouted furiously, walking pacingly in the main hall violently, with a grim face.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the woman hiding behind the door of the main hall, "If you don't kill people on your own initiative, our family will never become like this! Did my mom tell you that it would be useful?" to keep the boy?" ? If you don't need your fucking ears, I'll cut them off for you!”
Suddenly this afternoon a group of people stormed into the house, closed the door, caught the couple and beat them with sticks.
Unless his son was locked up in the room and unharmed, both of them were beaten so badly that there was no good ground on their bodies, and every bone hurt even when they were moved.
At that time, many villagers outside the grounds heard the movement, and when called for help, outside was also full of people.
But no one came to save them, everyone noticed.