Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 207: Sudden Cerebral Hemorrhage

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Sudden Cerebral Hemorrhage

The doctor said that the old Mr. He had eaten two kinds of incompatible food, causing vasodilation and a sudden rise in blood pressure, which led to a cerebral hemorrhage. He was only temporarily rescued, and as for the final result, it depended on the situation after Mr. He woke up, or whether he could wake up at all.

He Xing felt very heavy-hearted. Reason told him he should stay by his grandfather’s side, but emotionally, he really wanted to check on Fu Han; his heart kept thumping uncontrollably, unable to remain calm.

In Mr. He’s ward, Lao Zhou noticed He Xing’s unusual behavior. He whispered to He Xing, "Young master, I know you’re worried about Miss Fu. Do you want to go see her? I can take care of the old master here."

"That might be best," He Xing said, struggling with the decision and feeling somewhat guilty, "Lao Zhou, I’ll have to leave grandfather in your care then. If anything happens, please call me immediately."

The doctor had said that the anesthesia Mr. He was under would not wear off for another two hours. Even if he were to wake up, it would be at least two hours later. He Xing figured he could return within that time frame.

Fortunately, the drive from the He family’s private hospital to the hospital where Fu Han was staying only took ten minutes. In these chaotic times, it was the only solace he could find.

He rushed to Fu Han’s ward and saw her holding a book, her head slightly lowered. The sunlight fell on her black hair, turning it golden, like that of a sacred angel.

He Xing simply stood at the door watching Fu Han from afar, feeling that the hardships of traveling back and forth were negligible. Seeing her filled him with energy.

If there was anything less than perfect about the situation, it was that Su Cheng had taken over the desk he had used before. Right now, he sat stiffly in that very uncomfortable chair, typing away on the keyboard.

If He Xing were an outsider, he would think a girl reading and a boy working were beautiful sights, but since he wasn’t unrelated, he found the scene before him irritating.

Still, he adjusted his emotions, knocked on the door with two fingers, and when Fu Han looked up, he showed her the brightest smile he could muster at that moment, "Xiaohan, I’m back."

Following the sound of his voice, Fu Han looked toward He Xing. For a moment, the backlight at the door made it hard for her to see his expression clearly, but after two seconds, she saw the usually distinct black and white of his eyes laced with thin veins of red, like a tiny marble cracked at the center and spreading numerous fissures.

Moreover, although he had only been gone for four or five hours, Fu Han felt like he had become a different person; though he left with a heavy heart, he came back seeming to have lost his soul, which described his state perfectly.

A pang shot through Fu Han’s heart, and for an instant, she was so pained that tears almost came, but the inexplicable "hostility" toward He Xing in her heart forcibly pushed back the tears.

She smiled and asked in a level tone, "So, have you dealt with your issue?"

Until the moment he knocked on the door and greeted her, He Xing had planned to hide his grandfather’s condition; but somehow, seeing Fu Han like that, he suddenly felt aggrieved, realizing for the first time such emotions could emerge within him.

He walked to the side of Fu Han’s bed and looked down at her, his voice hoarse, "Grandfather... Grandfather had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. The rescue has just finished, and the outcome... is unknown."

The pain in her heart resurfaced, this time so intense that Fu Han could not even sit up straight. She clutched at her chest, tilted her head back to look at He Xing, and asked with an unconcealable fear, "Grandfather... Grandfather won’t be in trouble, right?"

He Xing turned his head away, and for a moment, he did not know how to answer her question.

Fu Han’s fingers, as white as scallion segments, tugged at He Xing’s shirt while she looked up at him, her voice already carrying a sob, "He Xing, tell me, is there a chance grandfather will be alright?"

Fu Han had crumpled He Xing’s pristine wrinkle-free shirt, something that would have infuriated him on a normal day, but now all he felt was guilt. If he had known Fu Han was so worried, he never would have told her about it.

He bent over slightly, reached out to stroke Fu Han’s hair, and soothed her in the gentlest voice possible, "Xiaohan, don’t worry. I’ll find the best doctors in the world for grandfather. He definitely won’t be in any danger."

Fu Han audibly let out a sigh of relief. She let go and fell back onto the bed, her back soaked with sweat—it turned out that even if she had forgotten everything else, deep inside, there was still a sense that made her mourn for someone she could not remember.

She did not remember old Mr. He. If it hadn’t been for Xia Ning and He Xing mentioning him, she would not have known he even existed. Yet, despite her ignorance, she was still so upset by the news of his critical condition.

Fu Han hurriedly ushered He Xing out of her ward, "I don’t need you here. You should hurry and stay with your grandfather, and if anything... if anything happens, you must call me."

He Xing didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. Fu Han’s reaction to his grandfather’s situation being so intense suggested that she had not completely severed ties with the past.

From the moment He Xing knocked on the door to his departure, it all added up to less than half an hour, yet his mood was considerably lighter when he left than when he arrived.

During He Xing’s visit, Su Cheng had remained completely unnoticed the entire time, as if he didn’t exist at all.

But in fact, as he watched He Xing caress Fu Han’s head, he felt a complex mix of emotions: jealousy, envy, and an indescribable complexity.

Once they were the only two people left in the room, Su Cheng shifted his gaze from the computer screen to Fu Han.

She still held the book "Identity Anxiety" in her hands, her long lashes casting large shadows on her eyelids, like butterfly wings. Several minutes passed without her turning a page. Although her eyes were fixed on the book, she was clearly daydreaming.

Su Cheng gazed at Fu Han foolishly as if to etch her into his heart forever. His eyes were filled with affection, reluctance, and pain.

After a long while, Su Cheng finally spoke up, "Fu Han, I... I have something I want to tell you."

"Ah..." Fu Han hastily stopped her inopportune daydreaming, showing a faint smile, "Go ahead. Whatever you want to say, just say it."

Su Cheng forced his gaze away to look out the window, where the sky was as clear as after a rain, blue like the ocean. He inadvertently looked up and saw a rainbow hanging in the sky, vibrant and clear with its splendid colors.