Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 652 Critical Illness Notification

The breath of the hospital was cold and the smell of disinfectant was pungent. He walked in a hurry. Although his heart was calm, he still had to show appropriate concern and anxiety on the surface.

Finally, he saw red leaves in the corridor outside the critical care ward. She sat by the wall, hugging her knees with her hands, her shoulders shaking. Her short brown curly hair was scattered and covered her tear-stained cheeks, and her eyes, which were once as bright as red autumn leaves, were now full of tears.

Fujiwara came closer and asked in a gentle voice as much as possible. He stretched out his hand slightly and tried to brush away the tears from the corners of Hongye's eyes, "So you have been here all along. What is the situation now?"

Before she finished speaking, Hongye suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of help and despair. She seemed to have found support and threw herself into Fujiwara's arms. Her cries were like a floodgate that had been opened and couldn't stop pouring out.

"Grandma...she...the doctor said it's possible..." Hongye's voice was choked and her words were broken. Her hands were tightly grasping Fujiwara's clothes, as if she could hold on to the last glimmer of hope.

Although Fujiwara remained calm in his heart, he knew that as Momiji's boyfriend, he needed to show appropriate sympathy and support. He patted Hongye's back gently. Although he was calm inside, he pretended to be anxious and said, "Hongye, don't cry. I know it's difficult, but I will stay with you."

After hearing this, Fujiwara actually didn't have any fluctuations in his heart. After all, the woman in it lived to ninety-nine, which was considered a long life, and it was time to die. But if this juncture died like this, would it be a good inheritance for Fujiwara and Hongye's marriage? influence on the matter of inheritance.

They hugged like this for a while, and Fujiwara was thinking about how to safely handle the possible inheritance issue if the old lady really left. He knew that now was not the time to show his greed. He had to stabilize Hongye's emotions first, and then gradually deal with the next matter.

Hongye's tears were like broken beads, falling one after another. She raised her head, and Fujiwara's big hand gently wiped her cheek, dipping his fingers into her tears, which seemed to be dipping into her sadness. "Hongye, don't cry, we have to be strong."

They entered the ward, which was quiet and solemn. The old lady was surrounded by various medical instruments. Fujiwara's eyes paused on those instruments for a moment, and then turned to the Ooka family members in the corner of the room. The patriarch, who was leaning on a crutch with an eagle head, had worry written all over his deeply wrinkled face. When he saw Fujiwara, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You're here."

Fujiwara bowed his head and saluted, his voice barely audible: "I'm here to see grandma." Even so, his eyes involuntarily swept across the face of the man, who is currently one of the most powerful figures in the Ooka family. That is Hongye's second uncle.

The man on crutches was nothing. Fujiwara then turned around and walked to the bed, followed by Hongye.

Fujiwara stood up straight, turned his head, and followed Hongye's footsteps to the old lady's bed. Hongye's eyes were filled with tears, and in her blurred vision, she seemed to be looking for a glimmer of hope.

Beside the old lady's bed, various pipelines were intertwined. On the display screen of the medical equipment, the beating curve was like a metronome of time, counting down silently. The old lady's face looked extremely transparent in her weakness, and every wrinkle on her face was carved with the marks of time.

Fujiwara watched Hongye gently hold the old lady's hand. He knew that this was his granddaughter's deep attachment to his grandmother, and he was just an actor, performing a show of caring. He greeted softly, his voice full of disguised tenderness: "Grandma, how are you feeling today?"

The old lady's brows frowned slightly, and she seemed to be concentrating all her strength to speak. Her lips trembled, and her voice was weak and hoarse, but resolute: "Fujiwara...good boy...I'm...happy..." The old lady's eyes turned to Hongye, her eyes full of apology and affection. She said: "Hongye...I...was wrong...I used to...always...worry..." The old lady's voice was almost inaudible. Her hands were slightly raised, trembling, but her will was abnormal. firm.

Hongye's tears couldn't help but fall, and she said softly: "Grandma, stop talking, you need to rest."

But the old lady stubbornly continued to speak. She tried her best to speak word by word: "I used to... misjudge Fujiwara... this child... he... he can..." Before she finished her words, she used I tried my best.

Hongye couldn't suppress her emotions and burst into tears. The old lady's hand was trembling as she took Hongye's hand and slowly placed it on Fujiwara's palm. Her eyes were full of requests: "Fujiwara...please...protect...Hongye..."

There was a hint of subtle cunning in Fujiwara's eyes. He moved his body slightly and leaned a little towards the old lady, so that his probing gaze would not directly pierce his heart. An almost invisible sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, but it was immediately covered up by a gentle disguise.

He stretched out his hand, gently covered the old lady's and Hongye's hands, and said slowly: "Grandma, please don't worry, Hongye is like the most important treasure in my life to me."

The old lady's eyes widened slightly, as if she was trying to discern Fujiwara's sincerity. Her lips trembled again, but this time, her voice had some strength: "Are you...really...really?" Although the tone was weak, every word seemed to use up all her energy. strength.

Fujiwara gritted his teeth secretly, knowing that he had to work harder to play this role. His hand gently touched the back of the old lady's hand, and his eyes showed a trace of deliberate tenderness: "Grandma, my promise is like the sun rising in the east. It cannot be broken. I will protect the red leaves for the rest of my life."

Hongye's tears were like broken beads, and her body was trembling slightly, obviously trying to hold back her sadness. Her voice had a clear nasal sound, revealing the emotions she was trying to suppress: "Grandma, I know you have been worried about me, but Fujiwara...he is a good person." She held her grandma tightly with her hand, It was as if he wanted to convey her inner peace in this way.

A light of relief flashed in the old lady's eyes. Although her voice was still weak, it contained a hint of relief: "Hongye... I... believe you..." The old lady's voice gradually became lower, and her fingers began to relax. But she seemed to have unfinished words.

In this depressing atmosphere, the old lady's body suddenly twitched violently, and her breathing became rapid and difficult. Everyone around them became nervous. Hongye hurriedly pressed the button to call the nurse, her voice full of panic: "Quick! Grandma, she..." The nurse rushed into the room quickly, but the old lady's eyes had begun to lose their luster.

At this last moment, the old lady's fingers moved slightly, as if she was making a final struggle. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just exhaled a long breath. That breath was like the last trace of her life, passing away quietly.

Among the people in the room, someone couldn't help but cry out, while Hongye collapsed completely and cried loudly, her voice full of unwillingness and sadness: "Grandma! Grandma!"

Fujiwara's expression became extremely complicated at this moment, and his brows were furrowed, but not because of the old lady's departure, but because he realized that he must find his own foothold in this drastic change in the family's power structure. He stepped aside silently, his face expressionless and his eyes empty. For him, the death of the old lady was just the beginning of another form of

(End of this chapter)