Forced to Date a Big Shot - Chapter 756
Xue Xi felt that all this was like a dream.
For the first time when she was awake, she clearly sensed the flow of supernatural powers in her body, like a stream of electric current, wandering around the whole body wantonly, as if she wanted to find an exit.
And this sub-power, clearly in her mind, formed a step of how to use it, just like thinking about a problem and suddenly opening her mind, she suddenly understood it.
At this moment, by the bedside, the doctors had given up treatment and wanted to give their relatives some time to talk. Xue Xi held Fu Yuanxiu’s hand with one hand and Fu Chun’s hand with the other.
She looked at Fu Chun and asked again with certainty: “Are you ready?”
Fu Chun looked firm and nodded without hesitation: “Yeah.”
Xue Xi looked at Fu Yuanxiu again, and then sighed silently. She closed her eyes and used the method Jing Fei had taught her before, holding her breath and putting aside all her thoughts, using her supernatural powers to control the current flowing back and forth between Fu Chun and Fu Yuanxiu.
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on the bed, Fu Yuan Xiu dying.
His face was sallow at the moment, and he was speechless. When he was in the operating room, although he couldn’t do anything, he still heard the doctors’ conversation: “His lung cancer cells have spread and his lungs are rotten. , hemoperitoneum, can not live …… “
” give it the treatment, give him a few painless needle, sit safely let him go. ” “
there is still time, individual road with his family. “
Fu yuan repair the body Pain is no longer felt because of weakness. Or, I don’t know when he has seen a theory that when people are in danger of life, the brain will consciously abandon the nerves of pain, and instead go all out to fight death , People do not feel pain.
Maybe it is.
For example, at this moment, he only needs to open his mouth and he would vomit blood in his throat, so he couldn’t say a word, but he still felt that he understood something.
Especially the supernatural powers, the supernatural powers, the transfer of pain…
and Fu Chun said that he only has three months to live.
Fu Yuanxiu wanted to say, don’t do this.
Don’t use your sacrifice to save me!
But he couldn’t speak, he could only look at the fuzzy figure-father with blurred eyes that had lost focus.
-The
word father, to Fu Yuanxiu, is similar to the teacher.
He is stern, he always doesn’t fake colors on weekdays, and he rarely sees his father smile at him in his impression.
When he was young, it was a nanny who took care of his life. Dad just paid for it. He was fascinated by painting and ignored his studies. After his grades came out, he stared at the scores above and hit the ruler: “I Fu Chun’s son, why is he so stupid? Reach out and hit twenty times!”
This man, using the harshest language and the most terrifying actions, expressed his anger.
At that time, Fu Yuanxiu was obedient on the face, but in fact he was very rebellious and hated him.
It seems that he is not interested in anyone in the world except for painting. He often goes out to collect the scenery, often for a month. Even at home, he often stays in the studio.
Occasionally, he brought his classmates home, he was always impatient, or gave him money, asked him to invite the classmates out for dinner, or made a fuss, so that the classmates would never come again.
Fu Yuanxiu is lonely, lonely.
He does not have a mother, and the babysitter at home has changed for a long time…
He just grew up in an environment lacking parental love and maternal love. Until the college entrance examination, when he hesitated not knowing what major to study, his father jumped out: “I Fu Chun’s son, of course, is studying Chinese painting! Spread the character of Chinese painting and spread it to the world!” But
at that time, he gave birth to the bone for the first time, and he sneered disdainfully: “Chinese painting is now in decline, I want to learn oil painting !”
Fu Chun’s hand trembles angrily. When he took out the ruler again, Fu Yuanxiu grabbed the ruler: “Hit, hit, hit, you know hit hit, what else can you do to me besides hitting people? Dad, I really doubt, do you have family affection? Or, only traditional Chinese painting is your true love? I, to you, is it inheritance or relatives?”
Fu Chun was confused.
In that protest, he won.
After that, he took the road of oil painting.
Later, he and Fu Chun looked like a guest. Fu Chun was a little bit old, he grew up a little bit, his personality was gentle, but Fu Chun was still stern. In the eyes of outsiders, the two were tiger fathers and no dogs, but Fu Yuanxiu knew that, Fu Chun hates himself because he didn’t study Chinese painting, and no apprentice can pass on what he has learned throughout his life.
A few years ago, when lung cancer was detected, Fu Yuanxiu didn’t really care much, because in his opinion, the most reassuring person in life was Fu Chun.
But this father had a cool personality. After learning about his condition, he only said: “Don’t worry, I will find someone to treat you.”
At that time, Fu Yuanxiu felt that his father didn’t seem to be in a hurry.
Also, if it is his beloved disciple, the disciple who inherited his traditional Chinese painting mantle is going to die, I am afraid that it will make Fu Chun more sad than his son.
He always felt that his father did not love him.
But at this moment…
Fu Yuanxiu lost too much blood and his body was weak, but he clearly felt that the lungs in his body that seemed to have been rotten were slowly healing.
The line of sight, which had already been indistinct, gradually became clear.
Only then did he see Fu Chun’s face clearly.
At the moment of seeing clearly, Fu Yuanxiu was stunned.
In my impression, the middle-aged man, who always had a straight face and bad temper, didn’t know when, that figure that always stood upright was already rickety.
And he turned his back to himself, as if he was indifferent to him as before.
But that figure from behind was faintly aloof.
-The
lungs were completely exploded. For Fu Yuanxiu, it was already a terrible condition, let alone Fu Chun?
When Xue Xi finished the treatment with his supernatural powers, Fu Chun had fallen on another hospital bed and never woke up again. This stubborn man with strong Chinese masculinity characteristics did not say to Fu Yuanxiu until his death. One sentence.
But looking at his kind face, everyone in the room—Fu Yuanxiu needless to say, because he lost too much blood, he was weak and unable to move, but his face was already full of tears.
Qian Zheng, who was next to him, had red eyes and was secretly wiping tears with his hands.
Even Xue Xi was moved.
She stared at the painting’s remains. She had never enjoyed family affection since she was a child until she was eighteen. Although she went home, she did not have as deep feelings and attachment to Ye Li and Xue Sheng as ordinary children.
However, at this moment, four words suddenly flashed in her mind: Father’s love is silent.
“Bang.”
Fu Yuanxiu struggling to fall off the hospital bed, his legs were weak, he knelt in front of Fu Chun with black eyes, his mouth trembled, and he shouted: “Dad!!”
His voice choked and slowly I opened my mouth: “Dad, I never told you. Actually, I like Chinese painting very much. The reason why I went to learn oil painting was just to work against you. It was a rebellious period… Dad, open your eyes and I will study Chinese painting. Okay?” The
stern voices caused Qian Zheng’s tears to stay behind.
She stepped forward and wanted to help Fu Yuanxiu to get up, but Fu Yuanxiu waved his hand: “I want to stay with my father for a while.”
He still had a lot to say, and he didn’t tell his father.
Before money Zheng nodded, and Xue Xi out of the room together, two people go back again and saw Fu Yuan Xiu cried appearance, Xue Xi sighed: “Son wants his parents are not, indeed one of the great tragedy of life.”
Qian Zheng He seemed to think of his father who died young, and nodded.
As soon as the two of them left the door of the ward, they saw a figure standing at the door. At this moment, Fang Yi was staring at Xue Xi in shock. She had seen everything during the treatment just now!
She yelled: “Why do you know my healing skills? You, what is your ability?!”
Xue Xi stretched her chin without answering, a scream with rage suddenly spread from her side Come: “Fang Yi!!!”