After hanging up the phone, Su Yi rushed to the closet, took out a light blue shirt and put it on, with a pair of pure white leggings underneath. He took his cell phone and hurried down the elevator.
She ran out of the Sea Gate, and the car sent by Song Yanan had arrived. Su Yi confirmed the license plate number, opened the car door and got in.
The car was driving fast on the avenue.
Along the way, Su Yi was restless, constantly clenching and unclenching her hands, and it was obvious that she was very anxious.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the Capital First Hospital.
Song Yanan was already standing at the hospital entrance waiting for her.
Su Yi jumped out of the car, and when he saw Song Yanan's heavy expression, he knew that Xiaodai was seriously injured this time.
She hurried over and followed Song Yanan into the hospital.
In the special needs ward.
Several experts and professors in their fifties were surrounding Lan Fuchu, giving him a detailed examination and customizing the best medication plan.
Mr. Lan sat on the sofa nearby, his hands clasped on his cane, his face solemn.
Mrs. Lan's expression was not much better. Her extremely beautiful face was filled with anxiety and trepidation. She was no longer as energetic as she was this morning. She would stand up from time to time to ask, "Director Zhu, how was the examination? How is my son doing now?"
Upon hearing this, Dean Zhu exchanged a few words with the professor next to him, but did not give an immediate answer.
Mrs. Lan became even more uneasy when she saw this.
"Mom, Grandpa, don't worry too much. The operation has been successful. I believe the subsequent treatment will not be too difficult." Lan Shichu held Mrs. Lan's hand and continued to comfort the panicked family.
Su Yi was standing at the back of the ward. Since she was not a member of the Lan family and did not have a particularly good relationship with Lan Fuchu, she could not get close to him. She was separated from him by the crowd and could not see Lan Fuchu. She could only anxiously ask Song Yanan, "Is he seriously injured?"
"Well, the operation lasted more than eight hours."
Su Yi took a deep breath and his eyes gradually turned red.
After more than an hour of hard work, Dean Zhu finally worked out a plan with several professors. Holding the medical record, he talked to the Lan family with a somewhat tired look. At the end, he asked them to closely observe Lan Fuchu's condition for 24 hours. If he could safely get through these 24 hours, there would basically be no problem.
The entire Lan family breathed a sigh of relief.
The next step is to arrange the night watch personnel.
Mr. Lan is old, and he has been sitting in the hospital for a whole day without rest, so he is exhausted. Naturally, he cannot stay to keep watch.
Ji Chensi called the housekeeper and the servants to help him go back to rest. Finally, he said to Mrs. Lan in a gentle voice, "Aunt, I'll be here to watch over you. You should go back first. The most important thing for the patient right now is quiet and rest. It's useless for so many of us to stay here. It will also affect the air. You should go back first. Shichu and I are enough here. As soon as my cousin wakes up, I will call you and ask you to come over."
He said so, and Mrs. Lan had no choice but to nod.
A group of people rushed to the door. Except for a few necessary medical staff, all other outsiders were cleared away.
Su Yi followed them out and came back. He went out just now because he was afraid of attracting attention, and now he came back to visit Lan Fuchu.
Almost everyone in the ward had left, leaving only Ji Chensi sitting in front of Lan Fuchu's bed, supporting his head with one hand, looking jealous and tired.
Su Yi took a few steps forward.
Although I had made sufficient preparations, my heart still knotted when I saw him lying on the cold hospital bed.
Lan Fuchu lay dying on the white bed sheet, his body full of transparent tubes for various medical devices. Even simple breathing required the support of an oxygen tube.
"It's so serious..." Su Yi stood in front of him, looking a little dazed.
"Yeah." Ji Chensi turned his head slightly, "You're here."
Su Yi nodded, not knowing what he was thinking. He stared at Lan Fuchu motionlessly, breathing slowly, "What's his condition now?"
"The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, and he's in a coma."
Su Yi didn't say anything.
Ji Chensi asked, "Where's the boss?"
"Just now, Shichu was crying at the door of the ward, and the young man was comforting her."
"Yeah." Ji Chensi nodded.
Then, there was no more talking in the silent ward.
After a long while, Ji Chensi stood up and said, "The infusion in the bottle is almost finished. I'll go get the nurse."
"good."
After he left, Su Yi moved a chair and sat in front of Lan Fuchu.
Soon, his eyelashes trembled, as if the anesthesia consciousness had passed, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he seemed to be in great pain.
Su Yi saw his mouth moving, so he put his ear close to it to listen to what he was mumbling.
Mumbling, I couldn't hear what he said clearly...
But when she got closer, she found that his body was very hot. Su Yi touched his forehead and was frightened by the scorching heat on his forehead.
She knew that a fever meant that there was inflammation in the body, so she immediately pressed the nurse's bell, "Nurse, nurse... the patient has a fever."
Doctors and nurses came quickly, followed by Ji Chensi, Song Yanan and Lan Shichu.
Lan Shichu's eyes were red, obviously he had just wiped away his tears.
The doctor examined Lan Fuchu for a while and said, "I'm giving him some medicine. You watch him and do some physical cooling every ten minutes. If his temperature doesn't go down after the infusion, or if he has a recurring fever, notify the nurse immediately. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded to show that they understood.
The doctor then excused himself to prescribe medicine.
Not long after, a masked nurse pushed over a nursing table, took out seven or eight bags of infusion and placed them on the bedside table. Then she replaced the infusion for Lan Fuchu and left respectfully.
Ji Chensi was in a bad mood, so Song Yan'an suggested that he do physical cooling for Lan Fuchu. Su Yi went to help get some water, but unexpectedly, when she came back, Lan Shichu fell down. She had a little hypoglycemia, and if she didn't get enough rest or lacked nutritional supplements, she would fall into a short coma. Song Yan'an rushed over and barely held her body as she was about to fall.
Su Yi asked: "What's wrong?"
"Shichu fell down the stairs a while ago and she has hypoglycemia."
"Then take her to see a doctor."
"Yeah." He hugged the unconscious Lan Shichu and left the ward.
Lan Fuchu, Su Yi and Ji Chensi were the only ones left in the ward. Ji Chensi was lying on the sofa. Just as he got up, Su Yi said, "Okay, go find a place to sleep. You've been busy running around here all day. I'll do some physical cooling for him. I have nothing to do anyway. If there's anything, I'll ring the nurse bell myself to call the nurse over."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves, put his hands into the warm water, wrung out a towel and put it on Lan Fuchu's forehead.
Seeing this, Ji Chensi said nothing more. He left the ward with heavy eyelids and asked the nurse to arrange a quiet, high-end ward for him to sleep.
Su Yi was in good spirits. Seeing Lan Fuchu's face flushed with fever on the hospital bed, he decided to take off his clothes and wipe his body.
She was half-sitting on the hospital bed. Just as she bent down and tried to lift him up, she was grabbed by a big, hot hand.
Lan Fuchu used almost all his strength, grabbed her hand, and muttered a few words incoherently.
Su Yi knew that he was a very cautious person, so she quickly used her other hand to hold down his palm that was trembling slightly because of the force, and said softly: "Don't move, Xiao Daibi, it's me, you are infected now, it's very serious, I'm helping you..."
He was feeling drowsy and suddenly heard a familiar voice. He thought he was dreaming and his trembling eyelashes became quiet.
Then Su Yi easily took away his big hand that was holding her wrist.
Half holding him like a baby, Su Yi carefully took off his shirt and then felt the sweat on his back, which was wet and sticky. In her memory, she remembered that he hardly sweated. She used to laugh at him for having his own air conditioner.
Su Yi suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He took off his hospital gown, put it aside, and turned his head to wring the towel.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her neck and a gaze as sharp as an icicle was fixed behind her.
Su Yi turned back suddenly.
Lan Fuchu lying on the hospital bed had opened his eyes and was staring at her silently.
Su Yi cried out in her heart, this look was as if he wanted to eat her.
Her first reaction was not to frown or to give up, but to put the wrung towel on his chest and wipe it attentively.
Lan Fuchu did not resist. He lay on the hospital bed, looking up at her quietly.
Perhaps it was because the anesthetic had not completely worn off, or perhaps he felt that this scene was impossible to happen. He suddenly sighed and murmured, "I'm dreaming again..."
Su Yi was stunned when he heard this and looked up at him.
Lan Fuchu looked at her, his eyes were quiet, but his mind was in a trance. After a long while, he stretched out a hand to touch her cheek, "How have you been these years?"
Su Yi took a towel and wiped his hands, "Okay."
The touching part is coming, but it's tomorrow, and the relationship will soon be warmed up.
(End of this chapter)