Wife, I don't want to be a little green man in the entertainment industry

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The next day, Uncle Li helped with the transfer procedures, and Fu Yang wrapped Fang Zhiqiu's clothes beside him and carried him into the car.

"Uncle Li, have you got in touch over there?"

"Don't worry, young master, the master will contact you personally."

When they arrived, a group of people greeted them and took them to an advanced ward.

The leader saw that Fu Yang had an extraordinary family background, so he took the initiative to talk to him: "This is a private hospital with a good environment and good service. Mr. Fu can ask for anything you need."

"Being not."

"Well, I hope your friend recovers quickly."

Fang Zhiqiu: "Thank you."

Fu Yang helped Fang Zhiqiu to the bed, covered the quilt, and then looked around the room.

Some are like the presidential suite of the hotel, except for some extra medical equipment, the others are similar.

Fu Yang: "I'll go and call the doctor, you stay well."

Fang Zhiqiu signaled that he was fine before he left in peace.

After a while, Fu Yang brought a middle-aged man in his 50s wearing a white coat, but without the beer belly of a middle-aged man, with a tall and straight figure and a handsome face.

"Hello, I'm Li Han, your attending doctor and a friend of Fu Yang's father." The doctor extended his hand kindly.

Fang Zhiqiu shook it back. That hand was very strong, and he looked like someone who had been exercising all year round.

"I took a look at your case. As an expert in this field, I can tell you responsibly that the success rate of the operation is only 30.00%. Are you sure you want to take this risk?"

"Doctor Li, I'm sure." Fang Zhiqiu said decisively.

Li Han handed Fang Zhiqiu a piece of paper and a pen, "Okay, then you can sign this consent form."

Fu Yang took the consent form and read every word on it carefully, for fear of missing something.

But this is not a contract. The hospital's consent form is all the same. It is nothing more than agreeing to the operation. If it is not for the reason of the doctor, they will not be held accountable.

Fang Zhiqiu: "Fu Yang, give me the consent form, I want to sign it."

Fu Yang pointed to one of them: Cardiopulmonary failure may be life-threatening during the operation, "What does this mean?"

Li Han: "This is just a possible situation during the operation. Since you choose surgery, you have to bear the risk."

Fang Zhiqiu: "Okay, Fu Yang, stop making trouble and listen to the doctor."

"I'm just afraid that something will happen to you during the operation."

"It'll be fine." Fang Zhiqiu quietly took the consent form from Fu Yang and signed it.

"The operation will be performed three days later, and the family members should be mentally prepared."

After Li Han and the others left, Fu Yang lay down on Fang Zhiqiu's bed, hugged him from behind, and kissed his neck. Slowly, Fang Zhiqiu's neck felt a little wet.

He cried?

Fang Zhiqiu turned around, lifted Fu Yang's face, wiped away his tears with his fingers, smiled and said, "I'm so old and still shed tears, I'm not ashamed."

Fu Yang choked with sobs: "You must be safe tomorrow."

Fang Zhiqiu responded in his heart, he will, he will win this tough battle.

He took out a silver pendant from his pocket with a pattern of a golden bull on it. He brought it to Fu Yang's neck and said, "This is for you. I bought it for your birthday in May this year. I wanted to give it to you at that time." , but then we broke up."

Maybe next year I won't be able to send you off with my own hands.

"Actually, I also have a gift for you, something I've been thinking about for a long time." Fu Yang somehow conjured up a small box, opened the box, and inside was a pair of diamond rings.

He got off the bed and knelt down on one knee, took out one of them devoutly, and said, "Zhiqiu, will you marry me?"

"I……"

"Promise me."

Fang Zhiqiu nodded, and Fu Yang excitedly put the ring on Fang Zhiqiu's left middle finger, and handed him the other ring.

"Bring it to me too."

Xu was a little nervous, but the ring Fang Zhiqiu put on him in a panic was on the ring finger of his left hand.

Fu Yang looked at the ring on his hand and smiled, his autumn is so cute.

What he doesn't know is that there is an ancient legend in the West that the ring finger of the left hand is the closest to the heart, which means ninety-nine lives, and is a promise for a lifetime.

Fu Yang: "We'll get married after your surgery."

Time passed quickly, and it was the day of Fang Zhiqiu's surgery in a blink of an eye.

"Don't be nervous, just go in and sleep and wake up." Fu Yang comforted him, but he was trembling nervously.

Fang Zhiqiu: "Don't worry, I will come out soon."

Three hours later, Li Han came out and shook his head, and said to Fu Yang: "Sorry, sorry, the patient's malignant tumor spread and metastasized, causing other organ failure, and the operation hastened the death effect. If Mr. Fang is dying, go in and have a look." Him."

Fu Yang opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound for a long time. He felt that the world had collapsed, and his body seemed to be fixed in place, but another voice in his heart told him, no, Fang Zhiqiu was still waiting for him.

He didn't know how he got into the operating room, Fang Zhiqiu seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

"Zhiqiu..." Fu Yang burst into tears.

Fang Zhiqiu is unconscious now, he coughs up blood when he opens his mouth, he can't make any sound, only a little consciousness supports him to look at Fu Yang.

Fang Zhiqiu raised his hand to touch his face, but he didn't have the strength, so he lowered it again.

Fu Yang put his face on his hand and rubbed it: "Zhiqiu, touch me.".

He took Fang Zhiqiu's hand and touched his brow bone, nose bridge, and lips, "Zhiqiu, do you remember, this is my face, you must come to me in your next life."

Fang Zhiqiu nodded with tears in his eyes.

Fu Yang hugged him, and after an unknown amount of time, that body began to become cold and stiff, and the hand with the ring hung down forever.

Fu Yang looked at the ring in confusion, and murmured: "You promised me, you clearly... promised me."

"How can you... how can you say nothing?"

He was like a puppet who had lost his soul, sitting slumped on the side, knowing that the people from the hospital came to collect the body.

He stopped the people who came over like crazy: "What are you doing, don't touch him!"

"He just fell asleep, where are you going to carry him?! I don't allow it, I haven't signed it yet, I don't allow it."

The nurse was also taken aback, but because she had seen too many such things, she said patiently with professionalism: "Because the patient has no relatives, the patient signed the contract himself."

"Then I won't allow it either." Fu Yang's eyes were scarlet, like a little beast, guarding his territory and not letting anyone approach him.

Seeing this, everyone didn't dare to go there, so they had to ask Li Han to deal with it.

Li Han called Mr. Fu over, and Mr. Fu was furious when he saw his son like that.

"Fu Yang, what are you doing, let me go, that child is already dead, what's the use of holding him!"

"Dad...he's not dead, he's just asleep. He promised me that we're going to get married...we're going to have a wedding."

"You bastard." Fu Jingpeng slapped Fu Yang on the face. Fu Yang looked at him in a daze. Those eyes seemed to be out of focus.

"Fu Yang, you fucking wake me up, Fang Zhiqiu is dead, dead!"

"How could it be..." Fu Yang squatted on the ground and wept loudly, the sound made everyone present feel sad.

Li Han signaled the nurse to take Fang Zhiqiu's body away at this time, and Fu Jingpeng was not cold-hearted, he felt distressed and sad to see his son like this.

He walked over and hugged Fu Yang's shoulder with his rough palm, as if to comfort him.

"A man stands upright, what does it look like to cry like this, come home with me." As he said, he pulled Fu Yang up from the ground.

Fu Yang suddenly wiped away his tears and stopped crying. Fu Jingpeng thought that Fu Yang was fine, so he asked Butler Li to send him to the car.

The road was surprisingly quiet, no one said a word, and Fu Yang was immersed in his own world, but he didn't realize that this was just the beginning.

After returning home, Fu Yang locked himself in his room and refused to eat or drink water, and he would not listen to anyone's persuasion.

His mother had no choice but to contact Fu Yang's good friend Lu Zeyu. When Lu Zeyu came, Fu Yang hadn't gone out for two days.

After Lu Zeyu came, he directly asked Fu Yang's mother for the key.

Li Lanjuan: "Is this okay, we have never entered his room without his consent?"

Lu Zeyu: "Don't worry, auntie, leave it to me, he can't be impatient with me."

So he opened the room and smelled the smell of alcohol as soon as he entered the door. Fu Yang sat on the floor leaning against the bed with a bottle of beer in his hand.

Lu Zeyu covered his nose with his hand, walked over, and took the wine from his hand.

Fu Yang: "What are you doing, give it back to me."

"Hehe, you can still talk, I thought you were dead too."

Fu Yang stared at him with those bloodshot eyes: "Fang Zhiqiu is not dead."

"Okay, I'm not dead or dead, you said you're bored drinking too much at home, let's go to the bar."

"Don't go."

"Then I'll take you to play games. I have a new brother who plays professional leagues. He's amazing."

"Not interested in."

"Oh, that's really impossible. I'll accompany you to drink at home."

"I don't need you."

Fu Yang seemed to have become lifeless and lost interest in everything. Without Fang Zhiqiu, he seemed like a walking dead.

Lu Zeyu sighed, he should have thought that Fu Yang would become like this, but people cannot be resurrected after death, Fu Yang must adapt to life without Fang Zhiqiu.

Lu Zeyu: "You want to drink, right?"

Fu Yang looked up at him, Lu Zeyu suddenly turned the bottle upside down, the beer fell from Fu Yang's head, stayed on his face, and finally dripped onto his body.

"Fu Yang, are you awake?"

That's right, Fang Zhiqiu died in an operation he arranged. If there is a murderer, then he, Fu Yang, is the sinner.

"Zeyu, do you think I'm selfish? The doctor said that only [-]% of the operation would be performed. Mingqiu was so afraid of pain. I knew everything, but I still let him go to the operating table."

Lu Zeyu squatted down, wiped the wine stains on his body with his clothes, and said in a deep voice: "He won't blame you, the operation is an opportunity, he and you both cherish this opportunity."

"Then why did he leave me?"

"He just thinks the illness is too painful, and he wants to take it easy, and he will come back when he has a rest."

"Really?"

Lu Zeyu nodded heavily.