Ling Jiao listened and looked at Fu Shiqin on the hospital bed.
"Aren't you going to take him back to the imperial capital?"
When Fu Shiyi heard this, he sighed helplessly.
"I can bring it back with me. When I bring it back, he will continue to drink wine to drown his sorrows. If it's light, maybe he will drink another stomach bleed, and if he focuses on it, it will be what it will be."
"But, once you leave, you can't keep him here." Ling Jiao said embarrassingly.
At least, after returning to the emperor, there are people from the Fu family who take care of him, which will help him recover more than he is here.
"Miss Ling, what Fu Xiaoer is most serious about right now is not the ulcer bleeding, but the heart disease." Fu Shiyi looked at him and said, "The heart disease because of you."
"Third Young Master, I think you should send him back to the imperial capital, it will be more convenient for your family to take care of him." Ling Jiao suggested seriously.
Fu Shiyi glanced at the person on the hospital bed, "I've already said that, when he goes back, he will use alcohol to drown his sorrows. What should I do if the illness gets worse?"
"But... you stay here, who cares about him?" Ling Jiao looked embarrassed.
"You take care of him, he likes you to take care of him the most." Fu Shiyi said with a smile.
Ling Jiao's eyes dodged, "I... I don't have so much time to come here."
"It doesn't take much time, what are you doing, just take a moment to come and take a look." Fu Shiyi said.
However, Ling Jiao was still firmly opposed.
"No, you still think of a way to send him back to the imperial capital."
She finally made up her mind to keep a distance from him, and she couldn't keep entangled like this anymore.
"Forget it, wait until he wakes up." Fu Shiyi said.
Ling Jiao didn't make any further comments, and stayed in the hospital until dawn before rushing back to the crew.
Less than half an hour after she left, Fu Shiqin woke up and looked around.
"Hey, why am I in the hospital?"
"You vomited blood last night, did you know that?" Fu Shiyi said.
"Spit blood?" Fu Shiqin was startled and asked nervously, "Don't tell me what terminal illness I have."
"What is the terminal illness, you just drank too much recently and your stomach ulcer is bleeding." Fu Shiyi hummed, but he was really frightened at the time.
Fu Shiqin rubbed his swollen temples, "You brought me here?"
"Otherwise, your ex-girlfriend could have brought you here?" Fu Shiyi snorted and said, "However, your illness is a good thing."
"Well, what's good, try vomiting blood?" Fu Shiqin rubbed his aching stomach, feeling a little nauseous.
Fu Shiyi sat on the sofa with his arms folded, "Last night, your ex-girlfriend stayed by the hospital bed all night."
"Damn it, why didn't you wake me up for something so important?" Fu Shiqin rolled over and sat up. He fell asleep at such an important time.
Fu Shiyi gave him a roll of eyes, "I also used me to wake you up. Last night, you cried with snot and tears while holding someone's hand. When you cried, you fell asleep like a dead pig."
However, seeing Ling Jiao still made him a little nervous.
"When did she leave?" Fu Shiqin asked happily.
Fu Shiyi looked at the time, "Half an hour ago."
Fu Shiqin slapped his forehead.
"Then will she come later?"
"Then it depends on your own acting skills." Fu Shiyi shrugged.
Fu Shiqin nodded, then shook his head again.
"I pretend to be sick to lie to her, isn't it good?"
Fu Shiyi gave him a blank look, "How dare you pretend, you are ill, but it's just a little more serious. I've already said hello to the doctor, you can pretend."
His illness saves him from having to think of ways to make bitter meat.