Fu Shuo watched helplessly as his wheelchair fell to one side, but he could do nothing. Unexpectedly, a pair of delicate white hands suddenly grasped the push handle of the wheelchair and pulled him back forcefully.
However, the process was very arduous, and the pillow behind Fu Shuo's waist and the blanket on his legs fell to the floor.
Finally, some kind people came over and helped Xia Zhi fix Fu Shuo's wheelchair.
"Thank you, thank you." After thanking the kind person, Xia Zhi came to Fu Shuo and picked up the pillows and blankets on the ground. When she was about to put them on Fu Shuo again, she looked up and saw that he had his eyes closed.
He looked like he didn't want to face it.
Is he afraid of falling? Or is he afraid of being embarrassed?
Xia Zhi sighed silently, stuffed the pillow behind Fu Shuo's waist, and then covered his legs with a blanket.
Fu Shuo's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, staring at the blanket in trance.
He remembered that on the plane to Y city, Wan Wan did the same thing, covering his legs with a blanket.
It would be nice if nothing happened after that.
At this time, Xia Zhi's voice came: "Sir, it's not okay for you to always be like this."
Hearing this, Fu Shuo looked at her and asked expressionlessly: "What do you want to say?"
Xia Zhi wanted to say: "If you make up your mind not to accept Dr. Chu's treatment, then you should accept the fact that you can't stand up, at least for now.
As for the eyes and comments from the outside world, you will have to face it sooner or later. On the other hand, if you can't accept the strange eyes from the outside world, then should you try to accept Dr. Chu's treatment?"
Fu Shuo's eyes narrowed, and he wanted to get angry, but after seeing Xia Zhi's red fingers, he changed the subject: "What you said makes sense. I should really get used to the scrutiny of the outside world as soon as possible."
"That's not what I meant!" Xia Zhi choked and said simply: "Just accept Dr. Chu's treatment, okay?"
After hearing this, Fu Shuo controlled the wheelchair to move forward again, but the speed slowed down and he was not as impatient as before.
Xia Zhi moved her sore wrist and followed him: "Look, the young master is watching you upstairs."
Fu Shuo looked up after hearing this and found An An pressing her little face against the window, looking at him worriedly.
Fu Shuo's eyes froze, and An An must have seen the way he almost fell down just now.
At this moment, Fu Shuo suddenly longed to stand up and walk up to An An like a hero.
...
When Xia Zhi pushed Fu Shuo outside the ward, she saw Fu's father standing in the corridor talking on the phone. Seeing him coming, Fu's father's eyes lit up and he strode over and said, "Shuo'er, your mother was there some time ago.
She is overworked and has not recovered from her illness yet. Do you want to say a few words to her?"
Fu Shuo glanced at the mobile phone handed over by his father, pursed his lips and remained silent.
Father Fu waited, but before Fu Shuo could say anything, he could only say a few words of concern for his wife on his cell phone.
After ending the call, Fu's father sighed and asked, "Son, it's been so many days and you still refuse to forgive your mother?"
Fu Shuo said calmly: "Dad, do you want me to tell the truth?"
Dad Fu said: "Of course!"
"You did all these things without my consent. In Wanwan's eyes, I am just a bastard!" After a pause, Fu Shuo continued: "How can you expect a bastard to say such nice things?"
Father Fu was stunned.
Fu Shuo immediately said: "Xia Zhi, push me in."
"Yes, sir." Xia Zhi lowered her eyebrows and pushed him into the ward.
Father Fu stood there with a headache. He suddenly wanted to ask Lu Wanwan, how did he persist with Shuoer for more than a month before?