Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Qin Wushuang glanced at him. He didn't expect that this man was so emotionless, but he could actually be sentimental. He was indeed sick. He was not so easy to talk to when he was normal.

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The car stopped at the Imperial Capital Hospital garage, and they took the elevator to the gastroenterology department. Su Chen saw that he was a little shaky when he stood up, so he reached out and supported him: "Are you okay? I'll help you go in for a checkup."

Fu Yuan hummed: "Okay, thank you."

Qin Wushuang was watching from behind, and that feeling of unease returned. He turned to look at Uncle Fu beside him and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Fu, do you think Fu Yuan has been without a woman for these years? Could he be gay?"

"...!!"

"Ah? What are you talking about, miss?"

Uncle Fu was shocked. He didn't know how his young lady could think of this. How could this be possible? Fu Yuan didn't look like a homosexual at all.

"No way, I've investigated before. Fu Yuan has a lack of emotional connection. Not only does he lack feelings for men and women, but he also lacks family, friendship, or sympathy."

"People outside call him Fu Jiji, and that's true. People with this disease have normal memories and unusually cold rationality, but no empathy."

"To put it bluntly, he has no emotions. He has no feelings for anyone and doesn't care about anything. He's just like a machine."

Qin Wushuang twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered quietly, "People outside say he's a mysophobe. He won't let anyone get within thirty centimeters of him, or he'll beat him up."

"Look at him now. He doesn't seem to be rejecting Su Chen at all. He probably thinks Su Chen is kind and wants to bully him on purpose."

The corners of Uncle Fu's mouth twitched, thinking of his brother-in-law's methods. It seemed that he was not a very kind person, but just very kind. Who could bully him?

"No way, miss, are you overthinking it? My son-in-law was able to get into Peking University and Tsinghua University, so there's absolutely nothing wrong with his brain. He's just a little soft-hearted."

"It's unlikely that they'll be bullied. Let's wait and see."

Qin Wushuang nodded and followed them closely.

After Fu Yuan entered the examination room, Su Chen came out and sat in the corridor waiting. He estimated the time and thought the examination would not be that fast, so he stood up and said, "Wife, I'm going to the convenience store."

If you have stomach problems, cold weather will only make you feel worse.

"Well, go slower."

Su Chen went to a convenience store and bought a hot water bottle. Although it is a little troublesome to fill the hot water bottle with water, the heat preservation effect is better than the recharged one. It is best to put a cover on it and place it on your stomach.

I ordered some white rice porridge from the private kitchen, and I would drink some of it after he finished the examination. I never thought about why I was so nice to him.

When Fu Yuan came out, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The doctor and nurse pushed the wheelchair to the VVIP ward. When the director found out it was the one from the Fu family, he rushed over and said in a very polite manner: "Mr. Fu, please lie down first. The examination report will be out as soon as possible."

"Come here, hurry up and make a report."

Qin Wushuang sat on the sofa, and the two looked at each other coldly.

Fu Yuan took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Boss Qin, where is Su Chen?"

"convenience store."

"Ah."

The dean was still chattering, and Fu Yuan raised his head and said coldly: "Dean, you can go out now, I need to rest for a while."

"Okay, I'll be out right away."

The room fell silent for a moment. There was a knock on the door. Su Chen opened the door and looked inside. He smiled and said, "Honey, I'm back. I bought you some snacks."

Su Chen handed over the thermos bag filled with hot water: "Mr. Fu, put this on your stomach and cover it. It will feel better. What did the doctor say after the examination?"

"Gastric bleeding, initially suspected to be gastric cancer."

"...??"

Fu Yuan spoke calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's illness.

The smile on Su Chen's face froze, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He knew that the man was in poor health, but it was unlikely that he had cancer. How could he get cancer at such a young age?

"You can't be that unlucky. You're still so young and haven't had the chance to see the world and enjoy life yet. How could you possibly get cancer?"

"Well, let's wait and see when the report comes out. If it's true, I'll quit my job and go travel and see the scenery. Do you know where is more fun?"

Fu Yuan said seriously, having already arranged his funeral in advance. Seeing that he didn't speak, he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, wait until the report comes out and I'll recommend you some good places to visit."

"Well, thank you."

Half an hour later, the report came out. The dean personally delivered it to me with a smile on his face: "Mr. Fu, your report is out. The examination shows that you have gastric bleeding caused by gastric ulcer."

"No cancer cells have been found in your body yet, but your stomach isn't very healthy, and your immunity is low. You probably stay up late and skip meals."

Fu Yuan nodded, took the report and took a look at it.

"understood."

The director was about to say something, but he didn't know what to say. This stomach disease is the most difficult to treat, and it can't be cured, so he can only take care of it slowly.

"Mr. Fu, you need to take good care of your stomach problems. If you don't have a regular schedule, you'll have a very high chance of developing cancer in the future. You need to pay more attention to this and not take it lightly."

Fu Yuan nodded and called his assistant.

[Please arrange for a nutritionist for me tomorrow. Yes, someone who will be in charge of cooking. I want delicious home-cooked meals. I don't want to lose weight, I just want to eat regularly and nourish my stomach.]

[…Yes, Boss. I’ll make the arrangements right away.]