Fu Chong's eyes flashed with solemnity, and then he looked at Fu Xuan not far away.
"Xiao Xuan, you go back first and tell the others that your cousin is recuperating recently and no one wants to see him."
Fu Xuan nodded. She was naive and did not see that the old man wanted to drive her away.
Bai Qiu was taken away long ago, and now only Fu Chong, Fu Song, and Sheng Mian are left here.
Fu Chong raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "What may be the sequelae?"
Qin Bohuai shook his head, "We won't know until Yancheng wakes up."
Fu Yancheng was pushed back to the ward. His face was very pale because of excessive blood loss.
Sheng Mian sat next to the hospital bed, feeling a little at a loss at this moment.
"Mianmian."
Fu Chong walked in with a cane and wanted to say something, but finally sighed.
Until the afternoon, several people had nothing to eat and were waiting for Fu Yancheng to wake up.
Fu Chong saw Sheng Mian using a tissue to wipe the sweat from Fu Yancheng's forehead and every fingertip, and sighed heavily again.
I just blame my grandson for being unlucky.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Yancheng's fingers moved.
The doctor came over to check for a while, and then told the old man to eat something, otherwise his body would have problems first if he didn't wait any longer.
Fu Chong just sat there, like a sculpture.
Fortunately, Fu Yancheng woke up at this time.
His head was still wrapped with gauze. Looking at the white patch of top of his head, a flash of sharpness flashed across his eyes. He quickly sat up, but the severe pain in his head made him frown again.
Fu Chong hurriedly walked over and asked, "Yancheng, are you okay?"
Fu Yancheng felt a terrible pain in his head. He looked at the other party weakly, and then slowly leaned toward the bedside, his voice was hoarse.
"grandfather."
Fu Chong's eyes suddenly turned red and tears fell.
"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."
Fu Yancheng lowered his eyelashes and his lips were a little white.
Fu Chong knew that he was feeling uncomfortable, so he patted his hand and said, "Have a good rest. I have sent someone to send Yao Rong away. Your father and your mother are also getting divorced this time. You don't have to deal with this group of people anymore."
"
Fu Yancheng's eyes flashed with confusion, but he said nothing.
The ward fell into silence. Sheng Mian helped the old man up and asked someone to send him back first, so that he would not suffer the consequences here.
Fu Chong grabbed Sheng Mian's hand and spoke earnestly.
"Mianmian, although this kid is not a thing, the fact that you came to the hospital means that you still have him in your heart. You will have to work hard these days."
Sheng Mian glanced at Fu Yancheng subconsciously. He must have heard this, why didn't he react?
"Grandpa, I can."
The old man and Fu Song have both left. Fu Song has been very busy and rarely goes back to Fu's house.
But this time he must divorce that vicious woman!
In an instant, only Sheng Mian and Fu Yancheng were left here. She closed the door and was even ready for his questioning.
She approached slowly, first took a glass of water from the side, put it in his hand, and then explained: "Mr. Fu, you heard just now, actually I..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yancheng uttered two words, "Who are you?"
There was consideration and indifference in her eyes, exactly the same as when she first met him.
Sheng Mian froze, and suddenly there was a twinge in his heart. It was very weak, but it could not be ignored.
Fu Yancheng only glanced at her and then looked back calmly, "Who was the other man who was here just now?"
He was talking about Fu Song.
It seems that he only remembers Fu Chong.
Because he grew up with Fu Chong.
Sheng Mian immediately called for Qin Bohuai. After an inspection, Qin Bohuai gave a helpless sentence.
"The superimposed sequelae of the two injuries may cause memory confusion or memory loss, which will take a while to recover. Also, he cannot be stimulated and must be allowed to recover slowly on his own."
When Fu Yancheng saw Qin Bohuai, the expression on his face was also very pale.
He showed his truest self, being indifferent to everyone and not caring at all.
He no longer looked at her with that burning, wanting look.
This is good.
Well, hello to everyone.
Sheng Mian lowered her eyelashes and tried to ignore the discomfort in her heart.
"I am Mr. Fu's secretary."
Fu Yancheng stopped talking, didn't even look at her, and lay back on the bed.
Sheng Mian told Qi Shen the situation here, emphasizing that Fu Yancheng couldn't stand the stimulation now, and then called the old man again, who sighed heavily.
"Grandpa, I will take care of him here."
After hanging up the phone, she looked at Fu Yancheng who was sleeping.
Under the light, his skin became whiter, but he still looked weak.
Inexplicably, she stretched out her hand, trying to push away some of his hair that was covering his eyebrows.
But he opened his eyes at this moment and looked at her with sharp, vigilant eyes.
"what you up to?"
Sheng Mian quickly turned her hand to the pillow in embarrassment, "The pillow is not smoothed."
Fu Yancheng's face was cold and he stopped talking.
In the next half month, Sheng Mian finally understood how indifferent he could be.
For fifteen days, he never took the initiative to say a word to her, and rarely laid his eyes on her.