Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

On June 30, 2010, Fu Xiting was sitting on the bedside of the Huzhou International Hotel, with Jiang Yi sleeping beside him.

Neon lights climbed up to the thirty-second floor through the undrawn curtains.

In the house, in addition to the smell of luxury, there is also the smell of cream from the cake.

Jiang Yi became the salvation in Fu Xiting's life.

He never thought that someone would pull him up from the abyss.

Let him reconcile with this unfriendly world.

Everything he witnessed when he was young turned from sharp blades shot at him into bubbles.

And all of this is Jiang Yi's contribution.

He should thank her.

Thanks to her for pulling me out of the abyss.

All the things that happened after the cake landed were rolling in Fu Xiting's mind. She took the initiative to kiss him, kissed him, and said she loved him over and over again.

Being mainly anti-customer, it once occupied an abnormally dominant position.

Let him feel her initiative.

Rare! Really rare!

Fu Xiting suddenly felt that it would be nice to stay away from the hustle and bustle with Jiang Yi.

For a business overlord who is expanding his territory to have this idea, Jiang Yi is probably the only one in the world.

At midnight, Jiang Yi coughed, and Fu Xiting, who was surrounding the person, took the person into his arms, pulled the quilt on his shoulders, and covered the person tightly.

But this coughing sound is not good.

Jiang Yi's cough hit Fu Xiting's heart like a clock ringing at midnight.

Finally, at four o'clock in the morning, Fu Xiting was frightened and woke up.

Perhaps the man's body temperature was too high, so Jiang Yi wrapped himself in a quilt and rolled to the side. Fu Xiting reached out and touched Jiang Yi while half asleep and half awake. What he touched was Jiang Yi's hot body. He was so frightened that he sat up and half hugged Jiang Yi.

Lean slightly and call him.

The latter had no response.

In addition to feeling hot and dry, Jiang Yi still feels hot and dry.

At five minutes after four o'clock, Fu Xiting called Fang Chi to drive to the hospital.

At half past four, Fu Xiting and Fang Chi arrived at the hospital. They were shocked when they saw the crowd of people in the outpatient clinic late at night. They stood there holding Jiang Yijing.

And it was only after Fang Chi stepped forward to ask that he found out.

There has been an epidemic of influenza in Shanghai recently.

Fu Xiting frowned.

The person in my arms kept coughing.

At five o'clock, Fu Xiting prescribed some fever-reducing medicine from the hospital and arranged a special flight back to the capital overnight.

The stewardess should have a better understanding of Fu Xiting than others.

She has seen this business overlord reprimanding his subordinates, and she has also seen this upstart businessman talk to people in fluent foreign languages.

I even saw him force his opponent into a corner with a strong voice and force.

But she has never seen him fall in love with any woman. It is rumored that shopping mall tycoon Fu Xiting is a filial son, but she has never seen this man mention his mother. She has never seen him when flying from Tiannan to Haibei.

Mr. Fu took the call from his relative.

Even when he received the call, his expression was indifferent, he said a few words and then hung up.

But today when he came up with his lover in his arms, she saw the love in the eyes of this business overlord.

He held her and took care of her like a newborn baby.

He fed her water and coaxed her. When she coughed, he hugged her, kissed her forehead, stroked her back, and comforted her.

Little by little, the tenderness almost overflowed.

Because Mrs. Fu was ill, the crew members were working silently.

When the flight attendant handed the water cup over, Fu Xiting raised his hand and touched it: "It's hot, change to warm water."

The cup that had not been put down was picked up again.

The stewardess turned around and went to get a glass of warm water, and when she came back and handed it to Fu Xiting, he found it acceptable.

Fu Xiting held Jiang Yi with one hand and fed her water little by little with a spoon in the other hand. At this time, Jiang Yi was feeling dizzy with fever.

To say he was delirious would be an understatement.

Where else can I follow Fu Xiting?

When coughs and groans came and went, Fu Xiting chose to give up.

"Okay, okay, no more drinking," the man coaxed her softly.

At nine o'clock, the plane was about to land. Jiang Yi woke up in the turbulence of the airflow and looked at Fu Xiting with hazy eyes: "What time is it?"

"Nine thirty-two."

Jiang Yi opened his eyes and looked out the car window, then asked, "Where are we?"

Fu Xiting hugged her and responded to her question patiently: "Over the capital, the plane is about to land."

Jiang Yien sighed, breathing weakly: "I just had a dream."

Fu Xiting lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms, and asked softly: "What did you dream about?"

"Dreaming about my mother."

She had just dreamed about Zou Yin. She dreamed that on her birthday, the family cake was halfway cut, and Zou Yin answered the phone and looked at her extremely apologetically.

But she was only ten years old, but she was as calm as a little adult, letting them go about their business.

After all, there are people lying in the operating room.

And she was just celebrating a birthday that happened every year.

Zou Yin hugged her and apologized to her seriously. Jiang Yi nodded and said understanding in a particularly sensible manner.

After Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo left, she sat alone on the stairs of the family building of the hospital, scooping out the cake with a spoon.

The broken dream was ended by the turbulence of the plane's airflow. When I opened my eyes, I saw Fu Xiting's chest.

"Miss them?" the man asked, leaning down.

Jiang Yi couldn't tell whether he wanted to or not and did not answer Fu Xiting's question.

On this day, whether Jiang Yi wanted it or not, Fu Xiting gave up on the nearest hospital, took Jiang Yi straight to the People's Hospital, and let Fang Chi meet Zou Yin indirectly.

At ten o'clock, Zou Yin just came out of the operating room and was about to go to the office, but "happened" to meet Fang Chi at the corner.

The two almost collided, but Fang Chi quickly took a step back and greeted politely: "Doctor Zou."

"Why is Special Assistant Fang in the hospital?" Something flashed through Zou Yin's mind, and she was caught quickly.

At this time, Zou Yin was asking about Fang Chi, but what she was thinking about was Jiang Yi.

"The little lady is sick. I just registered and paid the fee."

Zou Yin's heart skipped a beat, but she still pretended to be calm: "Is it serious?"

Fang Chi responded honestly: "I just came back from Shanghai and contracted the flu."

Fang Chi is an honest man.

But it is not clear whether it is true or false.

Zou Yin was a little disturbed by Fang Chi's words. She watched Fang Chi leave. She took out her mobile phone and called Jiang Kuo to tell her about her chance encounter with Fang Chi.

Jiang Kuo was slightly silent on the other side, as if he didn't know what to do.

In the ward, the doctor inserted a needle into the back of Jiang Yi's hand. She shivered in pain. Fu Xiting sat on the edge of the bed on the other side and hugged her, covering her eyes.

Soothing her softly.

Before the soothing sounds ended, Dr. Zou rang at the door, and Jiang Yi's dizzy mind suddenly became clearer.

She looked at Fu Xiting, her eyes piercing into the man's tender brows.

Almost fell in.

This is Fu Xiting. Whatever she thinks about, he will realize it quietly.

Jiang Yi opened her lips lightly, looked at Fu Xiting and said thank you.

On June 30, 2010, she had a dream, and Fu Xiting turned her dream into reality.

In the ward, Zou Yin stood beside the bed and looked at the pale-faced Jiang Yi, as if something was grabbing her heart.

Jiang Yi looked at her with slightly wet eyes.

The mother and daughter looked at each other without saying much.

But Jiang Yi did not choose to remain silent. She looked at Zou Yin and murmured like a joke: "When I was sick, I would go to the hospital by myself when I was a child. When I grew up, I actually wanted to find my mother."

Although Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo are both doctors, she did not enjoy many conveniences when she was a child. Both Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo have benevolent minds and devote all their time and energy to their work.

All his skills and abilities are dedicated to his patients.

Most of the time she gets sick. If it's not serious, she takes some medicine. If it's serious, she takes her ID card to the hospital to register.

Because I live in the family building of the hospital, almost all the doctors in the hospital are familiar to me.

When a teenage child goes to the hospital with her ID card to register, she will always receive inexplicable greetings. It's not that she hasn't paid attention to it, but she knows that caring will have no effect.

Her independence and opinion were domesticated.

When she was fourteen years old, she fainted because her aunt came to take a cold bath.

Zou Yin only took a look at it for the first time, and then all three meals a day were delivered from the canteen.

She is very busy,

Busy saving people, busy doing scientific research.

Busy leading the team to overcome problems.

But she is never busy with her life and studies.

When she was in college, she chose her major by herself. It wasn't that Zou Yin and Jiang Kuo didn't want to help her choose, but they just didn't have the time.

Thinking about it now, it's not that she has never relied on them, but she knows that she can't rely on them.

If she is still Jiang Fu in this life, that will be it.

But in this life, she was Jiang Yi. After seeing Yi Tian's meticulous care, she realized that her parents were also divided into different levels.

Zou Yin was flustered by Jiang Yi's words.

Looking at her, I felt embarrassed.

She wanted to explain something, but all the explanations seemed so powerless when she reached her lips.

She naturally remembered that Jiang Yi had been lying in the hospital for three to five days without even visiting her.

But now, when I heard that she was sick, I wanted to fly over.

This act is subconsciously a kind of atonement.

If she knew that Jiang Fu's life would end at the age of 30, then she would definitely do her best to be good to her in the first 30 years.

After Jiang Fu's death, Zou Yin regretted most that she neglected to accompany her daughter.

The meal during the holidays is the closest connection between them.

All her time and energy are spent on scientific research and on others.

After Jiang Fu died, Zou Yin realized that she had made a mistake. She made a mistake that many parents around the world would make. She devoted her best time and energy to others and disciplined others better than her own children.

"I'm sorry." Zou Yin's fingertips fell to his side, tightened and then relaxed.

She didn't dare to look directly into Jiang Yi's eyes.

Too clear.

She looked at her with eyes that seemed to be saying to her, although I blame you, I never hate you.

Yes, her daughter was exceptionally well-behaved and sensible, and for a time she became the most sensible child among her colleagues in the hospital.

She was once so proud and sensible, but now she has become a sharp knife that kills her. It's so cruel.

Sensible, independent, and understanding of her parents, she has always been described by adults as a child of other people's families since she was a child.

But this other people’s children————.

Zou Yin lowered her eyes, and a tear fell to the floor.

She asked Jiang Yi: "Do you blame me?"

Strange?

Jiang Yi smiled weakly: "Never."

"But I would envy other people's children to have their parents with them."

Zou Yin left with red eyes and saw Fu Xiting holding coffee in the corridor.

The man's eyes were black and blue, and the stubble on his chin was slightly sprouting.

It reminds me of the tiredness after taking care of patients all night.

"Thank you," Zou Yin's thank you came from nowhere.

Fu Xiting naturally saw Zou Yin's abnormality, but she chose to ignore it.

Nodding slightly: "It should be."

She is my wife, so it should be.

On the afternoon of June 30, Zou Yin drove to Jiang’s house.

When Yi Tian learned about Zou Yin's visit, he was slightly stunned.

Opening the door and looking at Zou Yin with red eyes, she was frightened and hurriedly welcomed the person in.

After all, knowing that it was not easy for Zou Yin to come here today, Yi Tian welcomed him into the study.

A French-style study room with a blanket on the bench.

After the servant came in with tea, Yi Tian walked over and closed the study door in person.

Zou Yin looked at the tea cup in front of her and murmured a question: "Jiang Yi, is she my daughter?"

Yi Tian hinted at Zou Yin more than once, but at that time she was a staunch materialist and never believed in those theories about gods and demons. If a doctor believed in those, how could he stand on the operating table to save others in the future.

But today, she believed it.

The way Jiang Yi looked at her while lying on the hospital bed brought her back to reality.

She needs it, but has no choice.

Just like how she behaved every time she broke up on a date when she was little.

A teenage child naturally needs the company of his parents, but she also knows that there is no other way.

Human life is at stake, there is nothing we can do.

Others are more important than your own needs.

Yi Tian lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zou Yin: "She is very good."

If the answer is not what was asked, it is the answer.

Yi Tian was reluctant to speak too categorically because he was worried that something detrimental to Jiang Yi might happen in the future.

Zou Yin was sitting in Yi Tian's study that day, covering her face and crying loudly. She felt very guilty for her daughter.

The sound of sobs came out, pulling out the grief from the past.

The bone-piercing pain is difficult to hide.

"Why?" Choking and twitching sounds intertwined, and Zou Yin wanted to find an answer.

"Questions that science cannot answer are all caused by chance. Maybe this is cause and effect," Yi Tian pulled out two tissues and handed them to Zou Yin.

Zou Yin's heart trembled.

Yi Tian shouldn't have said anything at this time, she should have been allowed to vent her emotions, but she couldn't.

It was probably the concern for Jiang Yi deep in her heart that prompted her to be extra cautious at this time, so she thought about it a few times and warned her: "The child is in a difficult situation now. The talk of gods, demons, and Buddhas is taboo. Dr. Zou————

——.”

"I know," before Yi Tian finished speaking, Zou Yin choked and nodded.

She knew it even without telling her.

The existence of a person like Jiang Yi is taboo, so how can he stand up to the gossip of others.

Yi Tian was a little stunned when he heard Zou Yin's very quick reply.

But after only three to five seconds, he nodded.

Without saying anything, she knew exactly how Zou Yin felt.

The feeling of finding a glimmer of hope in despair, only to have it fail again is really heartbreaking.