noffsinger Chapter 34 We three will be lucky
Chapter 34 We three will be lucky
A hint of understanding flashed in An Xiaoyue's pained eyes, and her heart felt as if it had been stabbed.
No wonder only he and Grandpa Fu live in Fu Garden, and there's also the fact that Grandpa mentioned Grandma Fu's depression last time.
An Xiaoyue thought of Fu Shengyang's almost controlling arrangements for her.
She has bodyguards watching her when she goes out, eats fixed meals and portions, practices prenatal yoga, and attends psychological counseling classes.
Fu Shengyang has emphasized more than once that everything he does is for the sake of his children.
He accepted the child and hoped that he would be born healthy and whole.
It turns out it was because he had this painful experience.
"So, you're worried that my baby won't be able to be born safely, is that right?"
"Yes."
This was the first time Fu Shengyang had talked to her about his family, the first time he had mentioned her pregnancy, and his thoughts and fears.
The wind blew across the covered bridge, but An Xiaoyue wasn't sleepy at all.
She stepped forward and stood in front of Fu Shengyang.
Fu Shengyang was a head taller than her, so she stretched out her hands and stood on tiptoe.
She wrapped her arms around Fu Shengyang's neck and pressed him onto her shoulder.
Fu Shengyang didn't make any movement, but gently rested his head on her shoulder in the direction she was exerting force.
She said, "Mr. Fu, I love this child very much. I named him Lucky. I believe that the three of us will be lucky."
Lucky.
Fu Shengyang never believed in these probabilistic things.
However, coming from An Xiaoyue's mouth, he felt it was believable.
The baby will be born safely.
Fu Shengyang wrapped his arms around her waist, and the two huddled together for warmth in the cold wind.
The door to the reception room finally opened.
The three lawyers came out first, while the leaders who came out later looked listless and exhausted.
"Let's go," Fu Shengyang said.
An Xiaoyue followed Fu Shengyang into the ward.
The lawyer stepped forward to report the outcome of the negotiations: "Mr. Fu, the other party is seeking a settlement, avoiding legal proceedings, and has proposed to proactively explain the situation to the relevant departments and make rectifications."
Fu Shengyang didn't immediately express his opinion, but instead asked An Xiaoyue, "What do you think?"
She is the patient's family member, and the decision-making power is in her hands.
Suddenly being asked to make a decision, An Xiaoyue felt lost.
She had barely thwarted Fu Wantang's plan when Fu Wantang came to her mother's place.
She didn't know whether it was better to keep holding on or to let each other go.
The social views she held in Beijing were completely different from those she had developed since childhood.
She didn't know if this matter would bring trouble to the Fu family.
Fu Shengyang noticed her hesitation and decided to give her more time.
"That's all for today. Once you've organized the collected information, send a copy to Assistant Qiao."
"Yes, Mr. Fu." The lawyer left with his men.
An Xiaoyue wanted to push open the ward door and go in, but saw that An Jiaren on the bed was sleeping soundly, and the electrocardiogram monitor showed no abnormalities.
She sat down on the bench by the door. "Mr. Fu, you should go back first. You can lie down for another hour or so."
Fu Shengyang still had to go to work. He was so busy that he hadn't slept for more than a few hours before accompanying her to the hospital.
Fu Shengyang sat down on the other side of the chair. "What are your plans?"
"When it gets light, I need to get my mother discharged from the hospital. I'm worried about her staying here any longer."
The matter had reached the point of needing to see a lawyer, and she dared not gamble her mother's life on humanity.
"I'll arrange my discharge. If there are any special circumstances, I'll contact a better hospital."
An Xiaoyue felt that she had nothing of value and no presentable gift to offer as a token of gratitude.
She wanted to thank Fu Shengyang, and the best way to express her gratitude was to give birth to a healthy child.
"I will eat well and practice yoga and Pilates diligently to ensure my child's health and nutrition."
Fu Shengyang remained silent for a long time, showing no intention of going home to rest.
He leaned his head against the wall with his eyes closed.
An Xiaoyue sat in the corridor, watching the nurses check on each patient and take their temperature.
Watching the cleaners mop the floor, disinfect, and empty a ashtray of cigarette butts into a garbage bag.
Then I watched as the doctors and nurses in the department came to work one after another.
When An Xiaoyue asked to have her mother discharged from the hospital, Dr. Wei was very straightforward and told her directly.
"After 9:30, you can go to the lobby on the first floor to settle the bill and complete the discharge procedures."
Clearly, everyone was on the same page and anticipated that things would come to this.
Fu Jinyun lived in Songtao Garden. When she woke up in the morning, she heard Uncle Fu talking about adding more people to Hongshan Hall for preparations. Only then did she learn about what had happened last night.
He shook his head and sighed, "How can a hospital be linked to profit? If doctors' salaries are tied to performance, what's the difference between them and high-level pharmaceutical salespeople!"
Uncle Fu is getting old and his health is not as robust as before; he often catches a cold.
He's experienced being prescribed three to five hundred yuan worth of cold medicine for a single cold before, but all he could do was agree, "Who says otherwise?"
"Uncle Fu, tell Aunt Cui to make sure the two children have something to eat. Don't let them overwork themselves, especially Xiaoyue."
“Yes, sir. I’ll tell Aunt Cui when I see her. Aunt Cui is also helping out at Hongshan Hall.”
"Sigh~" Fu Jinyun sat alone at the dining table eating breakfast, talking to herself, "It's all so lonely. This huge Fu Garden would be more lively with more people."
When Cui Ma received the young master's call, she didn't even have breakfast before gathering people to make final preparations at Hongshan Hall.
"Do you have any fresher flowers? Seeing fresh flowers can make patients feel much better."
The maid didn't complain; she did whatever Aunt Cui told her to do.
This is the Fu family's way of treating guests; of course, everything served is the best.
"Yes, Sister Cui, I'll go to the garden to trim them now."
Seeing that they all looked about the same, Cui's mother went to try the ramp that the wheelchair could pass over.
Even if the wheelchair goes out of control, there is still a long buffer distance, so no accident will occur.
Cui Ma kept every detail in mind.
Even the height of the water dispenser was set according to the height of Mrs. An's wheelchair.
A soft and comfortable bed, a clean and spacious living room.
The courtyard was already bathed in warm sunlight.
Hongshan Hall is located on the east side, and it receives the longest hours of sunlight in the entire Fu Garden.
The fact that the old master let Mrs. An live here shows that he is very satisfied with his young mistress, which is why he extends his affection to her.
Cui's mother checked every detail carefully, and only felt relieved after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.
After finishing all this, Aunt Cui stood at the entrance of Hongshan Hall, her eyes reddening.
In a daze, it seemed that they were not only picking up Miss Jiaren, but also the lady who had failed to be brought back from the hospital.
"On such a fine day, why am I thinking like this?" Cui Ma wiped away her tears and cheered herself up. "I should go and make some soup for the young mistress."
After An Xiaoyue completed the discharge procedures and went upstairs, she saw Dr. Wei being stopped by Shang Qi at the ward door.
"Dr. Wei."
Dr. Wei probably didn't sleep much either; he looked even more haggard than before, with bloodshot eyes.
"Mrs. Fu, I just want to see An Jiaren."
“It’s no use.” An Xiaoyue slowly closed her fingers and clenched the bill in her hand.
Fu Shengyang hadn't told her; she only found out when she was paying the bill.
During her hospitalization, her mother underwent more than 300 CT scans and no fewer than 200 blood tests.
With such an obvious loophole in the inspection, she didn't even know who to laugh at for being so foolish.
She also saw the electronic version of the medical record.
From the day Fu Shengyang appeared at the liver disease hospital, my mother's medical records began to become a mess, with misattributions and obvious instances of copied and pasted medical records.
The motive is obvious: to alter as many medical records as possible and to patch up as many loopholes as possible.
Because she is no longer the An Xiaoyue who shuttles between part-time jobs, school, and the hospital.
She's Mrs. Fu now, with Fu Shengyang backing her; it's no longer good to keep fooling her.
An Xiaoyue said coldly, "You know how serious this matter is. You can't just turn the page by asking my mother for leniency."