Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

"Not long after the young master left this morning, song Zhiyuan came to the old house. He talked in the study for a long time. I don't know what to say. After they left, the old master relapsed. Now he is in the hospital and is still rescuing. The master asked me to ask the young master and his wife to go to the hospital immediately!"

Like a heavy thunder exploding in zhanyan's head, zhanyan's ears only left a rumbling sound.

She was completely stunned and didn't know how to think.

The first people's hospital.

There was a rush of footsteps in the long corridor outside the intensive care unit, with a slight gasp caused by fierce running. Zhan Yan and Fu Beichen ran in at one breath.

Song Zhiyuan sat on the rest chair outside the ward. The bright light in the corridor shone on his handsome side face and showed his handsome face.

Hearing footsteps, song Zhiyuan raised his head——

Zhan Yan stood in front of him. His face was flushed with shortness of breath. His clear eyes were full of tension, but when he saw song Zhiyuan, his eyes were extremely cold, "Song Zhiyuan..."

Before Fu Beichen spoke, song Zhiyuan, who stood in front of her, opened his mouth first. His voice was faint and couldn't hear what he meant. "Zhan Yan, old Fu just wanted to see you, so he won't do the operation until now!"

Fu Beichen frowned slightly, looked through the window, stared at Fu Yunting lying in the emergency room, then looked at the woman beside him and said faintly, "go in, dad wants to see you. There must be something he wants to say to you. Dad always loves you. If he wants to see you, he should have something very important to tell you. Go in!"

Zhan Yan looked at Fu Beichen in amazement with an indifferent but painful look.

A doctor came over and motioned Zhan Yan to follow him. Zhan Yan was led into the emergency room.

Long silent corridors, snow-white walls and dazzling lights.

Fu Beichen stood in place like a fossil, and the stiff expression on his face exposed the trembling tension and fear at the bottom of his heart.

He was suddenly afraid. In the hospital, the strange smell of death frightened his fragile heart a little bit.

Uncle Shen stood behind him.

"Young master -"

"Uncle Shen, you don't have to say anything now. Wait until dad gets better. Now I don't want to hear anything!"

The emergency room was so quiet that there was only Fu Yunting's laborious and protracted breathing.

Zhan Yan looked at the oxygen mask buckled on Fu Yunting's face, looked at the transparent cover undulating up and down, and she approached Fu Yunting.

Fu Yunting opened his eyes little by little at this time. The light slowly appeared in his dry eyes, as if he had been waiting for Zhan Yan.

His hand moved little by little and held Zhan Yan's hand little by little.

Zhan Yan felt the last warmth of the hand.

The oxygen mask side to one side, Fu Yunting's dry lips trembled. Zhan Yan had to bend down to hear Fu Yunting's trembling voice, "Yan Yan... Dad, please, don't leave Beichen..."

Zhan Yan felt that Fu Yunting's hand was raised little by little, as if pointing in a certain direction. Zhan Yan looked sideways. She saw the people standing outside the emergency room. They were Fu Beichen and song Zhiyuan.

Zhan Yan looked at Fu Yunting's hand and raised it little by little, pointing to the two men.

A faint voice came into her ears, and every word seemed to be a long breath.

"Only when you are around Beichen can I feel at ease... The hatred that haunted them in the past will dissipate... Don't let them hate each other anymore... They are... Brothers... I'm sorry for your mother, Yan Yan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your mother... And I'm sorry for you..."