PFC Chapter 203 The elder brother pretends to be crazy and the younger brother is really sick and delica
Chapter 203 The elder brother pretends to be crazy and the younger brother is really sick and delica
Fu Yan'an nodded, thought for a moment and said, "It's possible. After all, he's always running around and hasn't exercised."
"It's his destiny to die early!" Fu Yan'an stared into Song Wenjing's eyes and asked stubbornly, "Brother, do you think he is destined to die early?"
"Of course, judging by his appearance, he'll die in the next few days. Maybe the doctor used the wrong medicine and he died accidentally."
Song Wenjing hugged Fu Yan'an and said gently, "An'an, you will get everything you want!"
Fu Yan'an finally smiled, "Okay~."
He would believe whatever his brother said!
Assistant Wang heard the noise and opened the door anxiously. What he saw was the president lying in the corner, holding his stomach and sleeping.
There were still some blood stains on the ground.
Assistant Wang: “…”
Wow, are things this big these days?
"How about... I go call the doctor over. The president's condition isn't optimistic. If we wait another minute or two, he might even die."
He made a suggestion, then said cautiously, "Well... killing is illegal, although I know it was the president because I saw the bad news on his phone."
"I hurriedly stood up to remove the needle, but because I stood up so suddenly I felt dizzy, stumbled a few steps and fell in the corner."
"I'm coughing up blood. I really want to ask the doctor why this happened. The president was fine yesterday."
"It's only been two or three minutes since the young master and Mr. Song came in. Before they could even react, the president had already seen the message."
Song Wenjing: "???" Are all assistants this dedicated these days? They've even come up with an excuse.
Fu Yan'an glanced at Fu Yiheng and turned his head away with some disdain. "Alright, go get the doctor. Father is always so careless."
"I don't know what shocking news he saw on his phone. Could it be that our family is bankrupt?"
Assistant Wang stood weakly and helplessly at the door. When he heard Fu Yan'an asking him to find a doctor, he ran over immediately.
Song Wenjing smiled and said, "An An, this guy is a little timid."
"That's right. You get so scared over a small thing. How can you go out to talk business with me in the future?" Fu Yan'an expressed some disgust.
"Host, out of your sight," the villain warned Assistant Wang with a gloomy look. The system said weakly.
When Song Wenjing heard what it said, he said in surprise: "Qianchen, I didn't expect you to still be watching the show."
He hadn't spoken much to the system during this period, and it was as quiet as if he didn't have the system on him.
[I knew you would forget everything once you saw the villain. I'm here to remind you that the villain already knows the true identity of the protagonist.]
[It's unwise to go against the protagonist. You must take good care of the villain. If your villain gets hurt by the protagonist, you'll be in big trouble.]
Although it is very likely that the protagonist cannot hurt the villain, in order to make the host restrain the villain, it can only try to use this method to make the host pay more attention.
"Right now, the protagonist is still a college student and doesn't have any background, so there's no need to focus on him right now. If we have to wait, we'll wait for the protagonist's growth experience after graduation."
"If we erase all his experiences one by one, the huge setbacks he suffered and the various setbacks he faced every day, I don't believe his mentality can still be so good."
"Isn't there a noble person helping him? Then pull the noble person behind him down from his perch."
system:[…….]
[As long as you are happy!]
The doctor in a white coat hurriedly took Fu Yiheng to the surgery. Assistant Wang followed the bedside and asked with concern, "Doctor, my CEO must be safe."
"You must cure the president. He was already in poor health, and just now he got up in a hurry to remove the needle because he saw the news."
"Some anemia caused him to feel dizzy. He stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground, spitting blood. This was despite him having been slowly recovering from his condition a while ago."
"Why is my CEO vomiting blood?"
Assistant Wang asked questions one by one. The attending doctor showed an impatient look and said, "We need further examination. Please leave. We need to perform surgery."
Really, the patient is clearly in poor health, but no one is taking care of him. And the patient got up in a panic after seeing the message. What kind of people are these?
President Fu looked furious!
He looked at the two men behind him with disapproval. Song Wenjing supported Fu Yan'an, who was crying with red eyes and looked fragile.
Feeling the doctor's gaze, Fu Yan'an looked up and looked at him sadly, "Doctor, you must save my father."
"Father is still young, why did he suddenly cough up blood?"
Doctor: "We'll have to wait until after the surgery. We'll do our best."
Afterwards, Fu Yiheng was pushed into the operating room. The lights in the operating room came on, and the three of them sat on chairs, waiting for a long and difficult time.
Three hours later, the doctor, with a tired face, opened the operating room.
Seeing the three pairs of expectant eyes, he said calmly, but with a hint of fatigue in his tone, "The operation was successful. I hope you won't cause such huge emotional fluctuations in the patient next time."
"Okay, okay, thank you, doctor." Song Wenjing hurriedly thanked him.
Fu Yan'an cried with a haggard face, "Thank you, doctor..."
Fu Yan'an leaned his head against Song Wenjing's chest. When he heard the operation was successful, his eyes showed regret. His father was indeed very patient. What should he say next time to stimulate his father?
Life must be a little exciting, otherwise people will always live in a comfortable world.
……
In the evening, it was a rare weekend, and Song Wenjing originally wanted to go home with Fu Yan'an, but he didn't expect Fu Yan'an to say that he had something to deal with and couldn't go back with him.
Helplessly, Song Wenjing could only walk home slowly after eating outside. There was no need to be so refined when being alone at home.
When it comes to eating, it doesn’t matter where you eat.
He heard a sound in his pocket, took out his cell phone and saw that it was Jiang Rui calling.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Rui said nervously, "Wen Jing, I...I seem to have gotten into trouble. What should I do? My head is a mess right now."
"I didn't know what to do. Should I just pretend it didn't happen? But it had already happened, and I remember everything that happened that night very clearly."
"If I go back to the dormitory, I won't be able to face him. I'll be ashamed and embarrassed when I see his eyes."
"I don't know what happened that night. I don't know why I couldn't help myself. Could it be that I'm the kind of person who would do something like this after drinking?"