Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

Huicheng Hospital.

The VIP ward on the third floor of the inpatient department.

Fu Yanchi was lying on the hospital bed, her face was almost transparent, but her expression was still clear and loose.

There is no misery of being a critically ill patient.

In front of the hospital bed, the old man in a white coat was so angry that his face turned black, "You know that your body is like a broken sieve, and you have patched up leaks here and there, so you can't be more peaceful and worry-free? Are you waiting?" Can't you waste your life? Stay up all night? Running around in the sun? I can't cure you, let your grandpa come!"

"Old dean, I just look a little serious, not that scary."

"Then you move your finger to show 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 pin the medical records in his hand on his forehead.

Are there such patients?

He doesn't care about his own life or death!

In the end, the old director rubbed his aching temple, "With the current domestic medical level, your disease cannot be cured. Xiao Fu, you should not return to China."

Staying abroad can at least keep the various functions of the body longer.

Fu Yanchi smiled and looked out the window.

In the small square of sky framed by the window, the sunset has not yet burned, and the bright moon has risen.

"The moon in my hometown is relatively round."

The old dean was speechless.

The young man is homesick and patriotic, and his thinking is correct. He can't criticize it.

In the end, the old dean sighed silently, "The test results have just come out, and the internal organs continue to fail. Xiao Fu, this result..."

"I know." The handsome young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes were curved into crescents, "Before returning to China, my attending doctor told me that I still have one and a half years to live."

After a pause, he turned to comfort the old dean, "Old dean, I could not live to be twenty-five years old due to this disease, but you see I am almost twenty-seven now. I have passed that hurdle. I will live one more day in the future. Earn an extra day."

The old dean was silent for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "No matter what, you should take care of your health. Medicine is improving every day. Maybe someday there will be a miracle?"

Before Fu Yanchi left the country, he was always in charge of diagnosis and treatment.

The two have been in contact for nearly twenty years, and he has also gone from black hair to white hair. Unfortunately, he has never been able to figure out the failure of the five internal organs of the young man without any symptoms or cause.

This disease is extremely rare in the world.

Therefore, as the young man said, one more day to live is one more day to earn.

Everything is fate, and it is not in the slightest.

"Okay, 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 complexion is not very good-looking.

Fu Yanchi felt a little strange.

Uncle Gui, in his eyes, is almost like a wooden man, with the same expression all year round, and it is very rare for his face to change like now.

"Uncle Gui?" He raised his eyebrows slightly jokingly.

"Mr. Fu, you have found out what you want to know." Uncle Gui walked to the hospital bed, "The child is already 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 sank little by little.

After the smile faded away, the sharp edge hidden behind the man's back finally revealed a corner of his face, so imposing that Uncle Gui subconsciously avoided his eyes.

"Dead?" The man asked slowly with his thin lips slightly parted.

"Ma Chunlan said it herself." Uncle Gui didn't dare to hide it, "Used some tricks to pry her mouth."

Uncle Gui usually wouldn't bring it up on the table to deal with who and what means.

He just needs to do the things that Mr. asked him to do well, regardless of the means.

But today Xu was affected by the imposing image, so he unconsciously explained a few more words.

"Spread the news of Ma Chunlan's murder as a rumor." Fu Yanchi closed her eyes and said softly.

Uncle Gui took the order and left quietly.

It was quiet in the ward, and the night fell little by little. The darkness and tyranny hidden in the room was covered, and it immediately spread unscrupulously and crazily.

Fu Yanchi remembered what Mrs. Tian said when she met her at the police station in the morning.

He is no stranger to Mrs. Tian, ​​even an acquaintance.

In the past, he followed the moon and called her Tian Ma.

But it was this kind-hearted and gentle old woman who stabbed his moon severely in the back.

She insisted on the whereabouts of the child.

Shang is thinking that when he comes out in the future, he can still exchange the remaining chips for benefits.

Insatiable greed, death is not a pity.

Fu Yanchi opened his eyes, and a dark prototype jumped out of them, ugly and hideous.

People who know him say that he is a gentleman, clear and clean.

Only he himself knows that he is not.

Whoever hurts his moon, he will make the other party pay back with ten times and a hundred times the pain!

He wants Tian Chen Xiu'e to taste the pain of despair every day in the prison!

He wants Ma Chunlan, Tian Fu, and the people to betray their relatives and have nowhere to go, struggling every day at the end of the cliff!

He wants the Song Group to collapse bit by bit, and wants everyone in the Song family to die!

...

Daqu Village, Tianjia.

The gate of Tian's courtyard was closed tightly, and a few big wooden sticks were used to firmly block the back of the gate to prevent anyone from breaking in from the outside.

Ma Chunlan huddled in the corner of the main room, her face was deathly pale, her eyes were full of fear, and her whole body kept shaking.

She hugged herself tightly, and on the wrists exposed from the cuffs, there were scars that were not covered up.

He was beaten with pokers.

The beating was exactly the same as when she beat that little bastard back then.

It was only then that she realized that it was so painful to be beaten non-stop with the poker.

"Fumin, find some more logs and block the door of the main room!" She lowered her voice and yelled like crazy, "Those people will come without knowing why, they will come again! They will take me kill!"

"That bastard, you little bastard! She must have come to seek revenge on me. She won't stop after she dies, and won't let me go! It must be her!"

"I said at the beginning that I didn't agree to bring her into the house, but you all didn't listen to me. Now that it's come true, the whole family has been broken up by her! Bitch, bastard!"

"That's enough! Shut up!" Tian Fumin shouted angrily, walking around the main room violently, with a gloomy face.

He gritted his teeth and glared at the woman hiding behind the door of the main room, "If you hadn't killed people on your own initiative, our family would never have become like this! Did my mother tell you that it would be useful to keep that brat?" ? If you don’t need your fucking ears, I’ll cut them off for you!”

Suddenly a group of people rushed into the house this afternoon, closed the door, arrested the couple and beat them with sticks.

Except for the son who was locked in the room and was not injured, both the husband and wife were bruised and bruised. There was no good ground on their bodies, and every bone and seam hurt when they moved.

At that time, many villagers outside the yard heard the movement, and when they were called for help, the outside was also full of people.

But no one came in to rescue them, they were all watching.