an, it must have been him.Then who carried her upstairs and put her to bedCould it be Fu Shaoqing againThinking about this, Lin Jinran shook her head. It's impossible, it shouldn't be him. Maybe it wa...Fu Shaoqing stood quietly at the door, watching as the doctors pressed on his mother's chest. 。But his mother had no reaction at all. Everything seemed to be developing too fast, so fast that he didn't know what to do for a moment. 。Although he had already made all the arrangements, just one day remained before he could take his mother away from here. 。Take her to a new place and try new treatments, maybe then her mother will wake up. 。But he did not wait for that time to come, and quietly wanted to leave. 。"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu" 。The attending physician shouted at him, pulling him back from his trance. 。Fu Shaoqing's eyes were red, and he turned his head slightly to look at him, trembling as he spoke a few words, "Stop..." 。As his words fell, the doctors inside who were working on him slowly stopped their movements. The lines on the instruments that were fluctuating, slowly turned into one long straight line. 。
The medical staff quickly packed up their things and backed away from him, including the attending physician, leaving them with their last moments together. 。Fu Shaoqing slowly walked towards the bed, as if to a person asleep. Every step, however, was unusually heavy. 。He wished more than anything that this was just a dream, that when he woke up his mother would still be there. 。Not until he walked up to the bed did his mother stir. 。Fu Shaoqing gently pulled her hand, bent his knee, and knelt by the bed. He suppressed his voice and cried out, "Mom, why don't you insist on it a little more Your son will take you away from here, why can't you insist for your son just a little longer" 。His cry echoed in the room, clear and helpless. But He Shumei lying in bed was beyond waking up. 。A while ago he had just sent off his friend, and now unexpectedly, the second person he's had to say goodbye to is his own mother. 。Fu Shaoqing accompanied He Shumei for a long time. 。He washed his whole body himself, put on makeup and styled his hair. He knew his mother loved cleanliness and beauty. 。
This was the last thing he could do as a son. 。After everything was settled, Fu Shaoqing thought of something and found the attending physician, "Where's the steward"
He remembered that the steward had been with him at the hospital. Why hadn't he seen him in these few hours
The attending physician explained to him, "He went out yesterday for something and hasn't come back yet" 。Call him. 。Fu Shaoqing spoke with a blank expression. 。The attending physician said with difficulty, "His phone is turned off, we can't get in touch with him for the time being." 。Fu Shaoqing didn't say much, he just said, "I know." 。He then turned and left. As he walked down the corridor, he took out his phone and dialed his father's number. 。
The first time, no one answered the phone. 。He played it back again for the second time, and finally heard his father’s voice, drowsy with sleep, laced with impatience. “What is it”
"My mom, she just passed away." 。Fu Shaoqing said in a suppressed voice. 。The receiver was silent for a moment before Fu Hongyuan's voice came again, "I know, I'll be there soon." 。Meanwhile, a woman's voice faintly came from the receiver, "Whose phone is it It's so annoying to not sleep at night." 。With that, the woman hung up the phone. 。Fu Shaoqing silently moved his phone away from his ear and smiled weakly. 。, refusing to be shaken off. I pretend not to see it.The seven o'clock prenatal yoga class is just beginning.The first lesson involves learning basic concepts with simple movements.Easy to do, easy to...