Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 220, identity (one more)

Leng Sa couldn't help but sighed in his heart when he looked at Du Jun Fu's sinister appearance.

In the past, he was sandwiched between his parents and his wife, but now he is between his son and his wife, and Dujun Fu must have a headache.

But after all, Leng Sa got along more with Fu Fengcheng, and naturally stood on Fu Fengcheng's side, so he was even more curious about why Du Jun Fu married Mrs. Fu in the first place? After all, Dujun Fu doesn't seem to have any deep feelings for Mrs. Fu, is it really just because of Fu Fengcheng?

If Dujun Fu paid so much attention to his son when he was young, he would not have raised a bunch of mediocre talents except for the self-taught Fu Fengcheng.

Only as a junior, it is obviously not appropriate to inquire about the affairs of the elders. Leng Sa could only shut up silently, the atmosphere in the study was a little awkward for a while.

Fortunately, someone came to relieve Leng Sa's embarrassment soon, and the person who consulted for Fu Fengcheng came out from the other room.

Besides Gong Sihe, there were four people invited by Shun Bo into the study. The oldest one seemed to have gray hair, and the youngest looked at least in his early forties. These were all famous doctors and imperial physicians invited from the capital. Among them, the old man in his fifties standing beside Gong Sihe with gray hair, a clear face and a pair of round-frame glasses was Zhang Ruoxu, a famous doctor in the capital.

Zhang Ruoxu and Fu Dujun are no strangers to each other for a long time, so he came in without restraint and just nodded as a greeting, "Overseer."

Duke Jun hurriedly stood up, "I'm really sorry for not having time to rest, gentlemen. Please sit down and talk, Han Ran, and serve tea."

Han Ran nodded, "Yes, Overseer."

Several people said that the Overseer was not polite, and they took their seats after some courtesies.

Zhang Ruoxu's eyes fell on Leng Sa, who was following Dujun Fu, and said, "This is the first lady?"

Dujun Fu smiled and said, "Yes, it's the eldest daughter-in-law, Leng Lao's granddaughter."

Zhang Ruoxu nodded and said, "Young Master is blessed, and the Overseer has a good vision."

If Governor Fu could still come and compliment him, I really couldn't wait at this time. Dujun Fu said in a deep voice, "Mr. Zhang, just give me a word, what's wrong with the boss' injury?"

The study room fell silent for a moment, and several doctors looked at each other without speaking first.

Finally, Zhang Ruoxu looked at some of his colleagues and said, "With all due respect, the Overseer... the situation of the young and old is not very optimistic."

Duke Fu was a little anxious, "Why are you not optimistic? The previous injury has healed, as long as the bullet is not moved... The situation should at least stabilize for a while, so we can slowly figure out a solution. I heard that some People, with shrapnel or something in their bodies for decades, isn't it okay?"

Zhang Ruoxu sighed and said: "There is indeed such a situation, but ... it is obviously not in this situation. The location of the injury is too coincidental, as long as you move a little and you are not careful, it will always cause recurrence again. The physique of the young and old is also one aspect, in short... I also told the Overseer earlier that it is not that you will be fine if you don't forcefully take the bullets."

Duke Fu was silent for a long time before asking tiredly, "That Mr. Zhang thinks... what should we do next?"

Zhang Ruoxu didn't speak for a while, then Fu Dujun said, "Don't worry about what Mr. Zhang said, no matter what the result is, I can accept it."

Zhang Ruoxu sighed and said: "Overseer, I'm incompetent... I still meant it a few months ago. I can't do it if I want to take out the bullet without hurting the legs of the young master. Now it's the worst. The result is amputation, but there is a high probability...with all my colleagues here, the leg should be saved. I hope the Overseer can make a decision sooner."

Just doing this will cause permanent damage to the nerves and bones of Dashao Fu's legs. At least with the current medical level in the world, it is almost impossible for a miracle to happen.

But if he hesitated any longer, Mr. Fu could only break his leg to save his life. When the situation is critical, the operation is rushed, but it is more dangerous than it is now.

"Everyone...what else do you think?" Zhang Ruoxu looked at the other three doctors.

Everyone shook their heads, and one of the old gentlemen said: "If Dr. Hua is here... with his ability to be called a god, there may be some hope. The old family has passed down the method of postoperative care and the rehabilitation of bone injuries. It may help the young and old to recover a little." This old gentleman is the imperial physician in the palace, and he is still serving the royal family to this day.

Another shook his head and said, "That was when Hua Shengshou was at its peak. Now Hua Shengshou is not too young, and his hands may not be as stable as they used to be."

Duke Fu couldn't help but feel a little despair in his heart. Others also knew that this matter was difficult and did not rush to rush. Zhang Ruoxu just said, "There is still time. /

Director Fu nodded and asked Han Ran to send several famous doctors to the hospital to rest. Gong Sihe, as Zhang Ruoxu's students, naturally followed to settle down with his teacher first.

"What do you think?" In the empty study, Dujun Fu asked Leng Sa, who was sitting opposite him.

Leng Sa lowered his head and was silent for a moment before he whispered, "This matter... In the end, he still needs to make his own decision." They could persuade him, but they could not make the decision for him.

Duke Fu's expression was a little dignified, "What if he insists?"

"Overseer." Leng Sa sighed and said, "Young Master is not someone who dares not face his own life, this kind of thing... If someone else makes the decision for him, he will really never be able to stand up. ."

Some people are born weak, and the more important things are, the more they depend on others, because in this way, whether the result is good or bad, the responsibility can be passed on to the person who makes the decision for him, or he simply cannot make up his mind. But Fu Fengcheng is not such a person. He has the ability and the determination to make any choice for his life.

Unfortunately, Governor Fu also seems to be a decisive person. If Fu Fengcheng insists on not cooperating, he is likely to directly bypass Fu Fengcheng to make a decision.

Duke Fu frowned and said, "You heard what Zhang Ruoxu said? Can you still watch him court death?"

Leng Sa said: "Isn't it the end? Maybe there is a way?" If he really wants to die, then you really have to worry.

Dujun Fu sighed and said, "Well, I can't control him anymore. If you persuade him more, I think he can listen to you."

Leng Sa secretly said in his heart, you also think too highly of me.

Fighting away Du Jun Fu, Leng Sa turned around and entered the bedroom.

Lan Jing stood at the door with some trepidation, and was relieved when Leng Sa came over.

Leng Sa nodded to him, indicating that she could go to work, Lan Jing hurriedly trotted away. Although she was quite independent outside for several years, she really had never experienced such a big scene a few times, so she still had to find a place to slow down.

Leng Sa walked into the room, and Fu Fengcheng was still awake, sitting on the head of the bed looking at the things in his hands. He raised his head to look at her when he heard the footsteps, and said coldly, "Xu Shaoming is fine, he said he had something to do and drove away."

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "What did the old man tell you?"

Leng Sa walked to the bed and sat down, "Can't you guess?"

"Let you persuade me?" Fu Fengcheng could naturally guess, "What persuade me? Have another operation? Or apologize to my mother?"

Listening to his mocking tone, Leng Sa couldn't help but sigh, "Fu Fengcheng, did you tell the Overseer about your mother?"

Fu Fengcheng was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

Leng Sa said: "You and Madam are mother and son, and you are born to be at the bottom when facing her. Unless you are willing to solve the problem by selfish means, what you do is nothing to you. But... how do you know that Fu Dujun There is no solution?"

It's not a question of ability, it's a question of identity.

Just as Mrs. Fu has a natural advantage over Fu Fengcheng, Du Jun Fu also has a natural advantage over Mrs. Fu. Leng Sa is of course not advocating using the identity of a husband to oppress his wife, but sometimes you really have no other way to deal with some superlatives.

For example, when Leng Sa faces the old lady Leng, can she really do anything to him?

Actually it can't, even if the old man is so angry that Qiqiao smokes, that's all. Even if she was so angry that she wanted to put a sack on him and beat him, she absolutely couldn't do it in an open and honest manner.

Fu Fengcheng said coldly, "How do you think he can solve it?"

Leng Sa said: "I don't know, but at least it's easier to solve than you."

"What if he refuses?" Fu Fengcheng disagreed.

"How do you know he won't? Because of Fu Yucheng and Fu Anyan?" said coldly.

In fact, there is also Fu Fengcheng. As long as Mrs. Fu is still the main wife of Governor Fu, then all three of Fu Fengcheng will still be the heirs of Governor Fu. If Mrs. Fu really did something and was dealt with, the identities of the three of them would become embarrassing.

Even if the outcome is the least, Du Jun Fu and Mrs. Fu divorced, some things can't be hidden. Because of Fu Fengcheng, Du Jun Fu divorced his wife who had been with him for nearly 30 years. What is this?

If it's true that Dujun Fu himself likes the new and hates the old, it's okay to say that he wants to stop his wife and marry another one. If it is because of Fu Dashao that the husband and wife who have been together for nearly 30 years are divorced, this is really enough for most of his life. the legend.

Fu Fengcheng raised his hand and lightly brushed the hair on her shoulders, then smiled, "I know these things, they will be over soon, you don't have to worry."

Leng Sa's heart sank, but he felt even more uneasy.

Looking at Fu Fengcheng carefully, he reached out and touched his forehead. The temperature had dropped a lot, but it was still slightly higher than normal. "Fu Fengcheng, are you still in pain?"

How can it not hurt? Not to mention that the re-opened wound will not heal in just a few days.

The effect of painkillers in this era is not so good, and Fu Fengcheng does not want to become dependent and does not want the drugs to affect him.

Fu Fengcheng was silent for a while before slowly nodding his head.

Leng Sa was also silent for a long time before he said, "What can I do for you?"

Fu Fengcheng reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Let me hold her for a while."

Leng Sa moved uncomfortably, not quite understanding what he meant. Can a hug relieve the pain?

Fu Fengcheng leaned on her shoulder, closed her eyes and was silent for a while before she whispered: "I always dream and can't fall asleep, and when I wake up, I feel cold all over."

It's still summer, so naturally it won't be really cold.

Leng Sa sighed, put his arms around him and gently patted him on the back: "It's alright, everything in my dreams is fake."

"It's true." Fu Fengcheng said.

Leng Sa asked, "What did you dream about?"

This time, Fu Fengcheng was silent for a longer time, until he fell asleep leaning on Leng Sa's posture and Leng Sa did not wait for his answer.

Leng Sa carefully helped him to lie down before he could see the thick shadow in his eyes.

Leng Sa knew that she didn't sleep very honestly, and she slept on the sofa outside for the past two days because of Fu Fengcheng's leg injury. But he didn't notice that Fu Fengcheng didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because of nightmares. He might not have slept at all these two nights.

"Don't go." Leng Sa was stopped just as he was about to get up.

Leng Sa patted his hand and said in a low voice, "I won't go, go to sleep." He leaned over and picked up the document that fell from the bedside to the ground, patted the dust, and sat down on the bed again, a Fu Fengcheng grabbed the other hand and flipped through the document with one hand.

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I've written a little hurt in the past two days~ Okay, the tragic situation of the young and old is concentrated in these paragraphs, after which it will be peaceful~