Chapter 211

With the medicine, Fu Fengcheng's pain gradually eased, and he slowly slept. Lengsa couldn't help frowning at Fu Fengcheng's bloody left leg wrapped in gauze.

Pick up the medicine bottle and prescription next to you and look at them carefully. In fact, they are some analgesic, anti-inflammatory and anti-infection drugs.

Lengsa knew that if the bullet in his leg was not taken out, these drugs might not be of great use. Unless Fu Fengcheng's body completely adapts to the existence of the bullet, as long as the bullet is still there, the wound may continue to be repeatedly infected and worsened, and Fu Fengcheng may die one time.

In fact, it's quite surprising that Fu Fengcheng can live with this bullet in recent months.

"Little madam." the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside. Lan Jing came in with a lot of things, and Xiao Yiran followed behind her.

Fu Fengcheng lives in an independent ward of the hospital. He is the only patient on the whole floor of the top floor of the hospital.

Lan Jing put the things she had brought one by one. Xiao Yiran went directly to the hospital bed and frowned at the sleepy Fu Fengcheng, "why has it suddenly become so serious?"

Leng SA shook his head. "I don't know. The doctor said that the old injury suddenly worsened."

Xiao Yiran looked at her, "I have asked my father to immediately invite several famous doctors and imperial doctors in the capital to go south."

Leng SA slightly pulled the corner of his lips and said, "thank you, third prince."

Xiao Yiran waved her hand. If he usually wanted to make fun of Fu Fengcheng, he couldn't say anything when he looked at Fu Fengcheng.

He had to sigh and said, "don't worry, Fu Fengcheng is a big man and can't die."

"Well, I think so."

Fu Fengcheng fell asleep. Xiao Yiran didn't stay much and left soon.

Lan Jing looked at Leng SA and whispered, "young lady, take a break. I'll look at Da Shao."

Lengsa shook his head, "it's still early. I can't sleep. I'll sit here for a while and rest."

Lan Jing nodded and stepped back gently.

When Fu Fengcheng woke up, the quiet room was a little dark. Only a desk lamp was on at the head of the bed.

When she turned her head, she saw lengsa sitting by the bed and sleeping against the chair. Under the light of light yellow, she frowned slightly, as if something in the dream was bothering her.

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly. The leg injury was still painful, but it was within the tolerable range. It was not as severe as in the afternoon. Fu Fengcheng was used to such pain as early as a few months ago.

He just remembered his embarrassed appearance in front of lengsa in the afternoon, which made him a little slightly angry in his heart.

Before Fu Fengcheng could do anything, lengsa had opened his eyes and sat up, "are you awake? How do you feel?"

Fu Fengcheng said, "it's all right, madam."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Fu Dashao's ward is a very spacious suite, and in order to take care of the patients nearby, there is a sofa in the room that allows people to lie down and rest.

Even if not, the hospital bed is a double bed enough to accommodate two people.

Lengsa shook his head and said, "I accidentally fell asleep after reading something for a while." he picked up the file that slipped from his hand when he fell asleep from the ground and put it on the table. Lengsa stood up and said, "it's hot outside. I'll let someone take it. I'll be here tonight. Xia Wei'an and Yuan Ying will come tomorrow morning."

It's not that no one else can take care of Fu Dashao. Just for the sake of safety, Xu Shaoming and Xia Wei'an both think that people who can't be trusted can't get close to Fu Fengcheng under such circumstances.

After all, Fu Dashao was just assassinated a few days ago. It's hard to say whether those people will take the opportunity to start now.

Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said, "don't be so nervous. I can leave the hospital tomorrow."

She has the final say, "Fu Fengcheng, you are a patient now. What time do you leave the hospital?"

Fu Fengcheng smiled at the doctor, "is it useful to live in a hospital?"

He glanced at the scattered drugs on the table. Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand and pulled up a bottle and said, "it's no different from the drugs I used before, or if I can't support it, I'll cut off my leg directly, so I don't have to worry about these things anymore."

He had a casual smile on his face, but lengsa saw deep cold and anger from the bottom of his eyes.

This anger is not to her, nor to anyone. Lengsa doesn't know who it is to.

Lan Jing, who stayed outside, soon brought a hot porridge.

Lengsa walked back to the bed with porridge. For a moment, Fu Fengcheng had calmed down, as if lengsa's eyes were wrong.

"Do you need me to feed you?" lengsa helped Fu Fengcheng sit up and put the pillow up behind him.

Fu Fengcheng was silent for a moment, "excuse me, madam."

"..." he is a patient.

Lengsa picked up the porridge, picked up the spoon and fed Fu Dashao with patience.

Fu Fengcheng obviously didn't expect lengsa didn't argue with him, but really fed him porridge. After a while, he bowed his head to eat the hot porridge fed to his mouth.

I just don't know what I thought. Eating makes me feel worse again.

Lengsa calmly thought he didn't see it. Fu Dashao was so happy and angry. Is there really no problem?

After drinking the porridge, lengsa cleaned up the bowl and took it out to Lan Jing. By the way, she told her to rest early, brought a glass of water and returned to the room. Put the water cup by the table and whispered, "take the medicine after a rest."

Without saying a word, Fu Fengcheng picked up the water cup and swallowed the medicine. He had taken the medicine for a long time before, and he knew the amount of the medicine.

Lengsa knew he was in a bad mood. Although he didn't know where to poke him, he was unlikely to be in a better mood anyway?

Lengsa is not a comforter. She is even a little uncertain whether to comfort Fu Fengcheng or make him more angry if she speaks. Finally, she had to decide to shut up.

Therefore, the atmosphere in the ward became more and more depressed. Even if the light lit the ward as bright as day, it could not make people feel the slightest warmth.

Lengsa thought, do you want to find someone with a lively character to take care of Fu Fengcheng? But security is one aspect. In addition... She doubts how many people can be lively in front of Fu Fengcheng.

"If I die, what will my wife do?" Fu Fengcheng suddenly asked.

Lengsa was stunned and looked up at Fu Fengcheng.

"Why do you suddenly remember to ask this question?" Leng SA was a little puzzled for a while.

Fu Fengcheng slightly raised his lips. "Isn't this a very realistic problem? I really may die at any time. Even if I choose... Amputation, I still have a great chance of dying. Hasn't madam considered these problems?"

Lengsa sat by the bed and looked at him, "have you considered amputation?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, but lengsa heard a very firm and decisive.

Leng SA said, "what if you can survive as long as you amputate?"

Fu Fengcheng sneered and said, "No."

Leng SA sighed, bent over and looked at Fu Fengcheng and said, "Fu Fengcheng, you are too demanding of yourself. You can't accept your imperfection, even if you will lose your life?"

Fu Fengcheng was silent and said coldly, "if you die... There will be nothing. Don't you want your plans and ambitions?"

Fu Fengcheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her to himself. Lengsa frowned slightly, worried that he had pressed his left leg and could only support the bed with one hand, "what are you doing?"

Fu Fengcheng's voice was low. "Don't you really understand? If I really lose a leg, no one will want me to stand up again."

"Why?" Leng SA asked.

"Because... People can accept Fu Fengcheng's disability, but they won't accept Fu Fengcheng's disability." Fu Fengcheng whispered in her ear.

Lengsa shook his head. "I really can't understand your theory. You don't have to give up so quickly. Maybe there are other ways. But... I hope you can think about it when you really need to make a choice. I know you're not afraid of death, but what can you get after death? Residual dignity?"

Fu Fengcheng suddenly reached out and pinched her slender neck. This time, lengsa didn't fight back, because she didn't feel the killing intention and danger.

Sure enough, Fu Fengcheng did not exert any force, and some cool fingers gently slid across her white slender neck. Fu Fengcheng approached slowly, and the slightly hot breath sprayed on her neck.

Lengsa felt uneasy and wanted to get up. Fu Fengcheng held her waist with his other hand, "don't move."

"What are you going to do?" Leng SA frowned slightly.

Fu Fengcheng groaned and leaned against her shoulder. Lengsa obviously felt his hand on his waist clenched uncontrollably.

"Pain again? Don't move. I'll call the doctor!"

"Don't move!" Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, leaning against lengsa's shoulder for a long time.

Lengsa maintained this awkward posture and felt that he was going to be stiff. He heard that Fu Fengcheng was slightly relieved, and the strength in his hand relaxed.

Fu Fengcheng raised his head and looked at her, as if a storm was brewing in his deep eyes.

"A few months ago, I went back and forth in such numb pain and sudden severe pain every day, but for me... The worst thing is not such pain, but if I can't feel any pain."

Leng SA sighed and whispered, "I understand, but..."

"You don't understand." Fu Fengcheng interrupted her. "Those who haven't lost will never understand."

"Fu Fengcheng." Leng SA stared at him and said, "if things can still be changed, try to change. If they can't be changed, accept it calmly. You're not the kind of person who is mentally weak and can't accept the reality. I also know that even if you really don't have a leg, you can still trample everyone under your feet. So, why... Do you want to gamble your life like this?"

At first, a doctor must have proposed amputation, because even if the Chinese hand is found, there is no guarantee that it will be successfully cured. However, the injury may deteriorate at any time, and Fu Fengcheng may die once.

But neither Fu dujun nor Fu Fengcheng will accept this proposal.

Fu Fengcheng won the bet last time. What about this time?

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer her question. His eyes slipped from her face to her neck.

He was leaning there just now, trying to absorb her warmth and survive the maddening pain.

Fu Fengcheng's hand pinched her neck again, and his killing intention came to an end in a moment.

Lengsa's eyes were frozen. Just about to raise his hand to fight back, Fu Fengcheng had relaxed his strength.

He approached lengsa's ear and whispered, "Leng Mingyue, if I'm really going to die, remember to run away before I die."

With these words, Fu Fengcheng released his hand and leaned back to the head of the bed to close his eyes.

Leng SA looked at his calm face, but he took a breath in his heart.

Perhaps no one has found that Fu Fengcheng has another sequelae than leg injury.

PTSD - post traumatic stress disorder.

But Fu Fengcheng was too clever and could cover up too well. No one found anything wrong with him.