When Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan arrived at the hospital where Zhang Hongrui was, it was completely dark.
The atmosphere at the entrance of the intensive care unit was very depressing, and there were police officers in police uniforms guarding the door. The surrounding medical staff came and went, all of them looked tense.
Seeing Fu Zhihuan approaching, a police officer quickly stepped forward and explained in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, the doctor told us that Zhang Hongrui's vital signs are very unstable and his consciousness is also very serious."
Zhang Hongrui is now over half a decade old, and he has neither knowledge nor ability in his life. But he earned a lot of money by relying on those despicable things, and spent the rest of his life living a luxurious life.
A few years ago, he begged a wife who was more than 20 years younger than him. Who knew that after being diagnosed with brain cancer half a year ago, that woman took all the money and sneaked away, leaving no change.
Zhang Hongrui spent half of his life extravagant and didn't have much money left for himself. In order to survive, he had to sell his house and spend all his money to get medical treatment. However, not only did his condition not improve, but the tumor spread to other organs in his body after it deteriorated.
Wen Ruan didn't enter the ward, but looked inside through the glass window in front of the door.
It was the first time she saw such a man.
Surprisingly thin, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, like a layer of skin on a skull armor. Because of the excessive relaxation of the skin, the deep and dense folds, the dry and yellow color, and the shocking spots, it makes people feel numb down the spine.
But a pair of wide-eyed eyes are like an abyss, in which you can vaguely see a monster with a bloody mouth, swallowing everything.
I don't know why, Zhang Hongrui's current appearance makes people feel no sympathy, but it is even more disgusting.
Fu Zhihuan walked to Wen Ruan's side, followed her gaze, and asked calmly, "How long can he live?"
The policeman sighed: "The doctor said that the longest may not exceed a week. The soonest...may be tomorrow, or today. And the doctor said that Zhang Hongrui discussed with his son some time ago. If his condition does not improve this week, he may execute it." Inform the hospital to come for euthanasia, because he can't stand the painful process of chemotherapy anymore."
Wen Ruan frowned and lowered her eyes, as if someone had grabbed her heart severely, feeling oppressed and uncomfortable.
One week
It takes almost a month for a normal court session to go through all the procedures.
Even if the special circumstances apply to advance the trial schedule, one week is obviously not enough.
However, Fu Zhihuan looked calmer than expected, he just quietly looked at the man lying on the hospital bed from the window.
Fifty-nine years old.
Enjoyed the whole life, and then just patted his ass like this, died lightly, and let the heinous things he did before, like a fart.
Is it disgusting
The doctor opened the door and came out, took off his mask, glanced at the policemen around him, and then sighed: "The patient's condition is not optimistic, but he has regained some consciousness just now. If you have any questions, you can go in and ask."
Seeing the policemen coming in one after another, Fu Zhihuan closed his eyes and frowned, as if digesting some emotions.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and said to Wen Ruan beside him in a hoarse voice, "Wait for me in the car, okay?"
Wen Ruan nodded: "Yes."
She could guess that Fu Zhihuan didn't let her into the ward, probably because she didn't want to hear anything from herself, and she didn't want to leave any shadow over Zhang Hongrui.
It was only after a closer look that I realized how terrifying Zhang Hongrui's appearance was.
The tumor had spread all over his body, and the daily chemotherapy tortured him beyond human appearance. Even the beast looks more glamorous than him.
His pupils were dizzy at the moment. Although he was supported by the nurse on the bed, his eyes were still lacking focus, and he couldn't even focus on a single point. He looked like an empty shell that had been drained of his soul.
Facing the interrogation by the police, he pursed his lips tightly the whole time, without uttering a single syllable.
The police have a headache.
Although relying on DNA is enough to determine that the murderer is Zhang Hongrui, but if the trial is to be speeded up now, the prisoner's direct confession may be able to reduce many unnecessary procedures.
But now, he refused to say a word.
It seems that he is going to spend it all to the end.
It is clear that no matter whether I am dead or alive, I don't want others to live comfortably.
Fu Zhihuan stood leaning against the wall and watched for a long time, his eyelids moved, then he straightened up suddenly, walked slowly to Zhang Hongrui and stopped, lowered his head, his eyes were calm, and he just asked three words: "is it you?"
Zhang Hongrui finally found some light in his eyes, his eyes flickered for a while, then he turned his head stiffly like a puppet, looking at Fu Zhihuan.
After a long time, he said in a hoarse and terrifying voice, "Who are you?"
Fu Zhihuan: "Her brother."
The word "she" does not need to be specified, Zhang Hongrui already knows it well. words
Hearing this, he exhaled slowly, his chest heaved, then he turned his head back with a stiff body, closed his eyes, leaned back, spread out like a puppet without a support, and let out a "Ouch, ouch" cried out in pain.
It seems that he still refuses to say anything.
It is good to say that a person is about to die. The prerequisite for this sentence is that it must be an individual first.
Zhang Hongrui has earned a lifetime of money by selling his conscience, so he has long since had nothing to do with this word. A heart has already been twisted to the extreme in the pain of repeated chemotherapy. Even if I have only one breath left, I have to drag several people to suffer with me.
"You will not die."
Fu Zhihuan seemed to have guessed that Zhang Hongrui would have this kind of reaction long ago, he laughed lowly, his emotions were very light, and he spoke slowly: "The Fu family will invite a world-class oncology doctor to let you live a good life This month, waiting for the trial."
Zhang Hongrui's eyelids moved.
"You will continue to live like this day after day, and the tumor that spreads all over your body will make your life worse than death. Mr. Zhang, you should know better than me what kind of pain, projectile vomiting, and pain that brain cancer patients experience. Edema, but you can rest assured that even if one foot has stepped into the gate of hell, we will do our best to rescue you back."
Speaking of this, Fu Zhihuan's voice was a little lower, like a curse lingering in his ears that he couldn't get rid of: "Since you have not pleaded guilty, we will wait until the day when the court pronounces the sentence."
This passage successfully made Zhang Hongrui, who had his eyes tightly closed, open them suddenly.
The widened eyes looked particularly scary in the sunken eye sockets, his lips twitched continuously, and his body trembled one after another: "You have no right to..."
"Your son will agree." Fu Zhihuan's voice was clear and gentle, but it made him feel inexplicably creepy: "There is no child who does not want his father to live, let alone if there is enough money?"
The two looked at each other.
What Fu Zhihuan said just now was a lie to Zhang Hongrui.
The time given by the doctor is already very objective. With Zhang Hongrui's appearance, even if the miracle doctor is still alive, he can't let him live longer than this week.
His various physical indicators are on the verge of extremes.
Therefore, Fu Zhihuan had to let him confess his crimes while he was alive.
This may be the first time that Fu Zhihuan threw away all his calmness when facing the prisoner, but said these words in such an extreme way.
Because his identity at this moment is not a prosecutor, but a brother.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Finally, the fifty-nine-year-old Zhang Hongrui had a complete emotional breakdown at this moment. He slid back weakly and was quickly supported by the nurse at the side.
He raised his head and looked at the policeman in front of him, his voice was still trembling: "I plead guilty."
This sentence is like a final word.
Although Zhang Hongrui spoke very softly, in a trance, he seemed to be able to hear the echoes of these three in the empty room.
Fu Zhihuan got the answer he wanted.
He didn't stay any longer, but simply turned around and walked towards the door, but within a few steps, he felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, buzzing in his head, and fainted.
He closed his eyes, steadied his steps, took a deep breath, and adjusted his emotions. But when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already flushed.
twenty years.
Countless winters come and go, and the stars walk forward under the moonlight.
He finally waited for this confession.
The hospital has a long corridor, and it only takes half a minute to walk from one end to the other.
However, in this half minute, there was a sudden noise from the intensive care unit behind him, and countless doctors and nurses rushed in, accompanied by loud shouts and chaotic footsteps.
Fu Zhihuan stopped and walked up the elevator without looking back.
The bright red numbers on the screen jumped down one by one, and then reached the minimum value.
"Ding-"
The elevator door opened slowly.
Fu Zhihuan walked through the bustling crowd in the hall, through the long line of family members paying at the window, and through countless dazzling incandescent lights.
The induction glass door slowly opened, and Fu Zhihuan raised his head subconsciously—
Wen Ruan stood in front of the door, looking towards herself with a smile.
Behind is a pitch-black night, except for the moon bent into a sickle shape, there are only a few lonely stars dotted on it, and the light is faintly visible.
She seemed to see something in Fu Zhihuan's eyes, then stepped forward, tiptoed to hug him, and said softly in his ear: "Come, give me a hug."
Fu Zhihuan was slightly stunned, and suddenly there was a light in his eyes that had been empty and empty just now. A warmth broke through the dense dark clouds, passed through the cold ice edge, and spread to the frozen bottom of my heart.
"Has Zhang Hongrui pleaded guilty?" Wen Ruan asked.
"Well, I have confessed." Fu Zhihuan embraced her back, and like a child who was worried about gain and loss, he folded his arms, and said in a warm and gentle voice, "He has repented and reformed."
Wen Ruan could tell that Fu Zhihuan deliberately coaxed himself when he said this.
She could probably guess that the process might not be as smooth as he said, but she just curled up her lips and smiled lightly, without revealing it: "Well, that's good."
The two walked forward side by side.
Walk through the lush tree-lined avenue of the hospital, through the elegant long pavilion beside the road, and through the cobbled stone road.
But it's not the same as before.
He doesn't have nothing.
After getting into the car, Fu Zhihuan's cell phone vibrated suddenly—
[Zhang Hongrui has entered the emergency room, and the doctor said that there is a high probability that he will not survive tonight.]
Can't survive tonight
Fifty-nine years old.
Calculated in this way, perhaps it can barely be regarded as the end of life.
Fu Zhihuan twitched the corner of his lower lip mockingly, threw the phone aside, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to drive as if nothing had happened.
But as soon as he put down his hand, he found that he didn't even have the strength to shift into gear.
The back of his hand trembled slightly, then he suddenly lowered his head weakly, raised one hand to support his forehead, and closed his eyes tightly.
Wen Ruan turned his head.
Even if you don't see the expression on Fu Zhihuan's face, you can read the great pain in his heart at this moment.
It was a kind of depression that seemed to be piercing and screaming although it didn't make any sound.
For some reason, although she hasn't asked what happened yet, Wen Ruan still feels inexplicably wanting to cry.
She sniffled, took a deep breath, straightened up and raised her hands, gently hugging Fu Zhihuan's head, and said in a hoarse voice, "From tomorrow onwards, it will be clear in Tongshi."
There are still many things in the world, and you never get what you want if you are willing to wait.
But it will always wait until the day when the clouds are cleared.
"I can wait with you."
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