The incident happened suddenly, coincidentally on a Monday, and most of the program staff were on the scene.
In addition, the situation of Sang Qiao when the ambulance rushed over was extremely serious.
After Yi Chu and a few others accompanied Sang Qiao back to the hospital, it didn't take long for other staff and the responsible person from the platform to arrive.
And everyone, following Fu Xingzhou's word,
fell into an eerie silence.
The first to speak in the stiflingly frozen atmosphere was the doctor who had just hurriedly come out of the emergency room.
He looked at Fu Xingzhou first, then confirmed with Yi Chu, "You just mentioned the family of the patient on the way here, is it this person?"
Yi Chu also sneakily glanced at Fu Xingzhou's expression, then nervously nodded, "Yes, this is the patient's husband. They are married, you can rest assured! I'll testify!"
Xu Qiran: "??"
Xu Qiran was stunned, and before she could ask, the old doctor slightly nodded, saying to Fu Xingzhou and Xu Qiran, "Since that's the case, both of you come with me."
The emergency room had a full set of rescue and examination systems, monitoring the patient's vital signs at all times.
After Fu Xingzhou signed, the doctor pushed the door back into the emergency room.
About an hour later.
The heavy door in front of the emergency room was pushed open from the inside.
Sang Qiao, wearing oxygen, with electrocardiograms and brain wave monitors, was finally pushed out of the room.
Due to the comprehensive examination just conducted, Sang Qiao's original clothes had all been changed, and now he was wearing only a set of patient clothes provided by the hospital.
Blue and white stripes.
The fabric looked thin.
Because while lying in the patient gown, Sang Qiao looked as thin as a piece of paper.
Fu Xingzhou took a step to approach Sang Qiao's bed.
However, he was stopped by the nurse standing beside the bed after just a few steps.
The nurse was still wearing isolation clothing and a surgical mask, "The family should wait outside. The patient needs to be isolated in the ICU, and visits are temporarily prohibited."
Perhaps to avoid exposing Sang Qiao to a contaminated environment as much as possible, the nurse and several doctors pushing the bed were all moving as quickly as possible.
Fu Xingzhou was stopped in place, watching Sang Qiao's bed moving farther and farther away.
And the person lying on the bed was extremely quiet.
Not moving at all, even the chest seemed to show no signs of breathing.
Fu Xingzhou could only ask the nurse, his voice tinged with an uncontrollable tension, "How is he doing now? Why does he need to be put in the ICU?"
This nurse had been in the emergency department for four or five years and had seen too many family members of patients. She only felt that Fu Xingzhou's words were not very friendly, not even a polite greeting.
So, adding to the fatigue from just having participated in the rescue, she also spoke very impolitely, "The patient is in heart failure, needs to be observed in the ICU, if he makes it through tonight, he will be out of danger. The family needs to prepare themselves mentally."
Fu Xingzhou's face changed on the spot, "What did you say?!"
Fu Xingzhou's whole demeanor was suddenly covered with a layer of icy coldness, and then a knife seemed to pierce through the ice.
His tone became slower and gentler than just now, and he said, "Please say that again."
Of all the people present, no one understood Fu Xingzhou better than Yi Chu.
His cousin had come to this day not only through talented business capital operation, but also through in-born boldness.
Yi Chu was afraid that Fu Xingzhou would act impulsively and quickly stepped forward to stand in front of him, nodding awkwardly to the nurse, "Sorry, you can go first. We'll go talk to the attending physician later."
The nurse was taken aback.
She had just rushed out and hadn't had a chance to get a good look at the appearance of the patient's family.
But she recognized Yi Chu.
So the nurse subconsciously looked back at the person stopped behind by Yi Chu, and was suddenly stunned: "You, you are..."
The young nurse had only said half of her words—she had seen the hospital's director and several deputy directors through the gap between Fu Xingzhou and Yi Chu.
The young nurse: "..."
The nurse was completely frightened, her voice trembling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mr. Fu! I didn't see..."
Fu Xingzhou's attention was not on the nurse at all, and he didn't even notice her actions.
Perhaps, seeing that Sang Qiao's hospital bed was about to turn, he stepped up and followed.
Yi Chu quickly grabbed the young nurse, shook her head, and comfortingly smiled, "Don't be afraid, he's just too worried. At this time, let alone trouble you, he probably doesn't even know what you look like."
The young nurse: "..."
Thank you.
I don't know whether to be happy or to cry for this comfort.
Sang Qiao's hospital bed was pushed all the way into the ICU.
Fu Xingzhou stood outside the ICU ward, looking through the transparent glass at the person lying next to the ventilator.
Last night.
That person had just rejected the lifelong agreement with him.
And today.
He checked himself into the hospital.
The more than fifty-year-old director of the hospital, along with several deputy directors, finally hurriedly caught up with Fu Xingzhou, and the attending doctor who had just participated in Sang Qiao's rescue was also called over.
The director had secretly asked the attending doctor about Sang Qiao's condition. At this moment, in an anxious tone, he said, "Director Fu... the thing is, Mr. Sang's condition is quite special. His body... as you knew already, all functions were originally... of course, we will make every effort to save him!"
The director wiped the sweat from his forehead, "We have already contacted experts from sister hospitals to come and consult... as long as Mr. Sang can pass tonight safely, we will ensure that he can leave the hospital healthy!"
Fu Xingzhou's gaze, through the transparent window, said calmly, "Tonight?"
The director hastily said, "Tonight, we have already invited several department directors to personally supervise the situation. Even if... if Mr. Sang encounters any unexpected situations, we will do our best."
The corridor outside the ICU ward was surprisingly quiet.
The director seemed afraid that Fu Xingzhou might say something fatal, and his whole body was particularly tense.
However, after being silent for a long time like this.
Fu Xingzhou suddenly said, "Overdose, what kind of medication?"
The director quickly signaled to the attending doctor of Sang Qiao.
The attending doctor was not smooth-tongued. Although he knew Fu Xingzhou's identity, he did not flatter, "I am not a specialist in neurology, and I cannot determine the specific type of medication. The patient's history of taking psychiatric drugs is what I inferred based on the location and nature of the physical injuries."
The attending doctor paused, "You are the patient's direct relative, but you seem less knowledgeable about the patient's condition than even the patient's agent. You need to ask again what medications were taken. I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, please forgive me for not being able to answer."
The director: "..."
The director standing next to him looked grim, as if he wanted to stuff the doctor into a crevice and hurriedly took a step forward, "Director Fu, our doctor is not very good at speaking, you..."
"It's my fault for not understanding him enough."
Fu Xingzhou interrupted the director's words.
Then he turned to the doctor, bowed deeply.
Fu Xingzhou straightened up again: "Thank you very much for helping my loved one. When he has recovered and leaves the hospital, I will personally come to thank you."
Attending doctor: "..."
Director: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Time passed from the afternoon into dusk.
And from dusk it turned into deep night.
The hospital was quiet inside, but the doctor's offices surrounding the special care ward were brightly lit.
Perhaps because Fu Xingzhou's whole person exuded too much pressure, within a five-meter radius of him, there was no one.
Only him sitting quietly on the long bench outside the ward, waiting in silence.
There was also a gentle light inside the ICU.
Looking through the glass, one could see the various colored lines fluctuating on the instruments in the room.
There lay Sang Qiao in the center of the room.
Throughout the whole night.
From late evening at ten o'clock until early morning at midnight.
From midnight until three o'clock.
From three o'clock until five o'clock.
The sky began to brighten.
Fu Xingzhou remained motionless.
The lights in the doctor's office went out.
The chief physician, with gray hair, looked a little haggard after staying up all night.
He walked out in his white coat and patted Fu Xingzhou on the shoulder, "Congratulations, Mr. Fu. You're lucky, the patient's condition has stabilized."
The hospital director and other leaders arrived to congratulate Fu Xingzhou after spending the night in the director's office.
Then the doctors who had prepared all night began to take turns for meals.
Across the distant corridor, the hustle and bustle of the outpatient building could once again be heard gradually.
Fu Xingzhou finally stood up from the long bench, his body feeling somewhat stiff after sitting the whole night.
He approached the window of the ICU ward.
He wanted to take a closer look at his Sangqiao.
After some time passed, another person stood next to the glass.
The person was still wearing the shirt and trousers he rushed over in yesterday.
He maintained the same posture as Fu Xingzhou, looking inside for a while before softly speaking, "There must be some attachment that made you stay, right?"
Fu Xingzhou's face turned a little cold.
Xu Qiran turned away and handed Fu Xingzhou a cup of hot soy milk, "Mr. Fu, do you want some soy milk? Commoner's diet, one yuan a cup."
Fu Xingzhou glanced at the cup of soy milk.
A transparent disposable cup, sealed with a silly child's plastic film, emanated an unhealthy smell all over.
Fu Xingzhou shook his head, "No, thank you, Mr. Xu."
Xu Qiran seemed to have anticipated Fu Xingzhou's refusal and didn't seem to mind.
He inserted the straw into the cup and took a sip, then suddenly said, "In fact, Sangqiao loves this. The first time I met him, I bought him a cup of this stuff, it was only one yuan at the time. Then I asked him to come and sign with my company, to become a star in the future."
Fu Xingzhou seemed to freeze for a second, then looked abruptly at Xu Qiran.
"Mr. Fu, with your status, you must have checked Sangqiao's background. Do you think his background isn't very good?"
Xu Qiran smiled, "Dropped out of middle school, odd jobs, no education, no culture."
A hint of almost imperceptible anger flashed in Fu Xingzhou's eyes, "I have never cared about his past."
"But he does."
Xu Qiran swirled the soy milk in the cup, "Mr. Fu, do you know what Sangqiao's so-called job was at that time?"
Fu Xingzhou's lips tightened into a straight line, and he remained silent for a long time.
Xu Qiran continued, "He was four months away from turning sixteen that year, weighing less than a hundred pounds. Without education and not yet an adult, he couldn't find a steady job and ended up pushing a cement cart at a construction site, earning thirty yuan a day."
Fu Xingzhou, clad in a stiff suit, seemed like a taut bowstring, as if it were about to snap at any moment.
Xu Qiran's eyes had turned red at some point.
He tilted his head back and forced a smile, "You don't know, he was so happy when I bought him a cup of hot soy milk from a roadside cart. He told me he hadn't been willing to pay the electricity bill for two months so he could drink hot water."
Another long silence followed.
Fu Xingzhou spoke, "The night before last, I made a promise to Sangqiao, that I wanted to spend my life with him."
Fu Xingzhou paused, then continued, "He rejected my confession. Why?"
Xu Qiran finally understood the reason for everything that had happened.
He tried to smile, but couldn't.
He then turned to look at Fu Xingzhou.
Perhaps due to traveling from out of town and staying up all night, Fu Xingzhou's complexion was also very poor, showing a kind of unhealthy pallor.
Xu Qiran slowly clenched the empty cup in his hand, causing it to deform.
Then he said, "Because he's afraid, because he's fearful, because he thinks he's not worthy of you, because he's afraid of being abandoned again."
Xu Qiran looked towards the ward, "I now understand the relationship between Sangqiao and you, and the relationship between Sangqiao and Sang Chongde."
"He's been abandoned countless times in the eighteen years he has been in this world."
Xu Qiran shook his head, "I guess, he must be afraid...of dying if you ever abandon him again."