fake love

Chapter 98 Returning from Nirvana, Has a Man Seen the Photos (9)
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Fu Ran fell into a drowsy sleep, and she didn't hear Mother Chen calling her for dinner, until the light in the room was suddenly turned on, and Fan Xian called her as she walked in, "Xiao Ran, why don't you eat dinner?"

She turned over, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, "Mom, I can't eat."

Fu Ran's head was stuffed into the pillow, her nose was stuffy and her ears were ringing. Fan Xian thought she was too sleepy to wake up, "Xiao Ran, have you read today's news?"

"what happened?"

"Chengyou..." Fan Xian's words got stuck in her throat, Fu Ran couldn't wait for the next sentence, so she raised her head.

Fan Xian was wearing a dark green cheongsam with pearl chains around her chest twice. The clothes had not been changed after the dinner, "Li Yunling didn't attend any banquets, big or small, in the past two years. Today is the first time I see her. It's better to show her hands and gestures." Two years ago, it was more luxurious and dignified, but the mouth is still unforgiving, our Fu family is destined to owe them, and we don’t know how to write in the newspapers in the future.”

"Mom, the things published in the newspaper are always inaccurate. If you want to worry about it, it's your own body that gets angry."

"You!" Fan Xian sighed secretly, "I don't know who your temperament is like."

"Of course it's like you or Dad."

"It's strange, your temper is unlike anyone else's."

When Fu Ran heard this, Chaos' head suddenly ached sharply. Fan Xian also realized that she had said something wrong. She covered Fu Ran with the quilt and got up, "I will go out to eat later. I will let Mama Chen warm up the food."

"Mom," she stretched out one arm under the quilt, "help me find some cold medicine, I'm a little uncomfortable."

"Are you catching a cold?" Fan Xian turned on the bedside lamp, and sure enough, she saw Fu Ran's cheeks were flushed, and she touched her forehead with her hand, "No, I have a fever, go to the hospital quickly."

"No, just take some medicine."

When the thermometer measured it, it actually burned to 40°.

Fan Xian hurriedly ordered the driver to take Fu Ran to the hospital overnight.

Another blood test and another water test, Fan Xian sat on the side of the bed in distress and kept blaming herself, "Why didn't I find out that you had a fever earlier, it's already like this."

"Mom, I'm fine."

"You guys go back first, I'll be fine tomorrow morning after hanging up the water and going to sleep."

Fan Xian asked the driver who came with her to take Fu Songting back first. There was an escort bed in the VIP ward. Fu Ran saw her insistence, and her body was really weak, so she stopped forcing her.

She drank water and lay back on the hospital bed, her eyes staring at the moderate-speed IV drip. Her resistance was so poor that she could catch a cold and have a fever even after climbing 33 flights of stairs.

"Xiaoran, are you feeling better? Fortunately, I didn't develop pneumonia, which scared me to death."

"Mom, doctors like to scare people."

Fan Xian filled Fu Ran's cup with hot water, and she pulled a chair to sit beside the bed, "How can you have a high fever when you're fine?"

The unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital gave people a sense of insecurity and panic. Fu Ran coughed a few times, "Mom, I want to eat oranges."

"Okay, there is a fruit shop at the door, I'll buy you some pears to moisten your throat."

"Ah."

Fu Ran turned sideways and wanted to sleep for a while, but the more her head hurt, the more conscious she became. She tossed and turned, and accidentally pulled the needle inserted into the blood vessel. She hissed in pain and sat up straight.

Every sense becomes extremely sensitive when a person is sick. She heard the sound of a doorknob being slowly unscrewed, followed by the sound of footsteps that were almost suffocating, "Mom?"

Fan Xian only went out for less than 5 minutes, did she come back?

Or the nurse who made the rounds.

But no one answered.

Fu Ran thought she heard it wrong, she lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

There was a faint rustling sound in her ear, which she couldn't describe. When she opened her eyes, she suddenly saw something floating towards the door like a ghost. Fearing that she might not sleep well, she turned off all the lights before leaving, leaving only a weak bedside lamp.

Fu Ran hurriedly got up, waited for something to drift closer and took a closer look, only to find that it was a Big Big Wolf hydrogen balloon.

Big Big Wolf's big head was touching the ceiling, and the red string at the tail was still shaking from side to side.

This scene can no longer be described as horror.

Fu Ran reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

A burst of color ringtones suddenly followed, and the noise from the phone's vibration made Fu Ran even more terrified. Her heart was still hanging in her throat, and she reached out to take the phone, only to see a multimedia message on the screen. Do you want to check it? .

Fu Ran thought of the horror movie "Midnight Ring" that was popular all over the world a few years ago. She was no less frightened tonight than she was when she watched Sadako in the cinema. It's an unknown number.

Fu Ran thought to herself that no one would be so boring as to play a prank on her. She placed her finger on the YES button and pressed it hard.

It's a photo.

Fu Ran's eyes widened suddenly, she squeezed the phone tightly and stuffed it into the bed. It was not a bloody horror still photo, but a fragrant bed photo.

But the heroine in it is still her.

Fu Ran remembered that Ming Chengyou once took such a photo when she was not prepared, but he clearly said to delete it at the beginning.

She took the phone to her face, flipped it up, and saw that the title of the photo read: The most beautiful look, has anyone else seen it?

Fu Ran squeezed the phone tightly and hit the soft quilt with a fist.

Her eyes followed the tail rope of Big Big Wolf's hydrogen balloon, and she raised her hand and rang the bedside alarm bell.

Not long after, I heard the footsteps of the nurse walking in.

She looked up at the drip bottle, and saw that there was still more than half of it, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Did you see anyone outside the door when you came in?"

The nurse followed Fu Ran's gaze to the door suspiciously, "No."

"Help me get the needle out."

"There's still half a bottle left."

"I'm in a hurry, hurry up." Before Fu Ran finished her sentence, she threw the quilt to the side and put on slippers on her legs.

The nurse couldn't resist her, so she had to step forward to help her pull out the drip needle.

She hurriedly walked towards the door. Because the person with high fever was still weak, Fu Ran supported the wall and moved to the corridor. Except for a few nurses who occasionally walked back and forth, there was not even a shadow of a patient.

(End of this chapter)