After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

Under the escort and protection of the Royal Police, Sheng Qiaoqiao was sent to the hospital for rescue and treatment.

This hospital usually receives politicians, actors and members of the royal family. It is very private and is the designated treatment facility for members of the royal family.

Mr. Ye's pursuers would not sneak into this hospital to hunt them down.

After resuscitation, Sheng Qiaoqiao's vital signs stabilized, there were no external injuries on her body, and she was still unconscious.

Only then did Fu Yanshen feel a little more at ease, and was invited to the office by the attending physician.

On the dazzling viewing light were images taken by CT scans of her brain. Looking at these films, he probably had an idea in his mind——

She hurt her head.

Fu Yan swallowed deeply into his dry and painful throat, and subconsciously touched his trouser pockets, looking for a cigarette.

But it came up empty.

Last night, after being gentle, Sheng Qiaoqiao, dripping with sweat, lay on the edge of the bed, touched the cigarette and lighter on the bedside table, and threw them into the trash can in front of him.

"Mr. Fu, the patient's head was hit, causing intracranial hemorrhage. The bleeding location was in the cerebellum. The bleeding volume was less than 10ml. We decided to adopt conservative treatment."

"In other words, no surgical intervention is required. After a period of recuperation, intracranial bleeding can be slowly absorbed."

Hearing this, Fu Yanshen breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, we also found that there is a lump the size of a fingernail in the hippocampus of the patient's brain, compressing the nerves of the hippocampus. After waking up, there is a possibility of losing part of the memory. Please be mentally prepared."

The doctor with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white coat, pointed at the image and spoke in fluent English.

Hearing this, Fu Yan clenched his hands deeply and gritted his teeth.

After a while, he nodded.

After experiencing the devastating pain her death had brought to him, memory loss seemed to be nothing.

Thinking about it again, she loved him so much and was reborn for him, how could she be willing to forget him?

……

It had been 12 hours since Sheng Qiaoqiao fell into coma after the car accident. The doctor suggested that Fu Yanshen talk to her more to awaken her consciousness.

Although her vital signs were stable, she could easily become a vegetative state if she was unconscious like this.

But three days had passed, and even though Fu Yanshen had said all his good things, she had no intention of waking up.

He never left her, guarding her and taking care of her day and night.

She is a person who loves to be clean. He uses a hot towel to clean her body carefully every night, and then applies body lotion from her neck to her feet with great patience. She loves beauty; during the day, he has to help her turn over to avoid getting tired. For bedsores, massage is required. If you lie down for a long time, your muscles will easily atrophy.

When he did this, he enjoyed it very much.

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Hearing that Sheng Qiaoqiao had been in a coma after the car accident and was no different from a dead person, Mr. Ye temporarily felt relieved.

That girl could have avoided this crime, and could have been the daughter of the Jiang family, with no worries about food and clothing.

She insisted on getting to know Fu Yanshen, and if she was allowed to continue her nonsense, sooner or later everyone would know that Sheng Qiaoqiao was still alive.

If Ye Qizheng knew that he arranged Sheng Qiaoqiao's "death", the consequences would be even more disastrous.

Love kind!

Why are all of them so disturbing?

When Mr. Ye thought about it, he felt quite angry that iron could not become steel.

After a Jinghu song was finished, the steward stepped forward and showed great respect.

"Old man, Director Gao is here and said he has something important to report to you."

Ye Lao took a sip of tea and said, "Let him come in."

After a while, Director Gao reported something to Mr. Ye that made him angry.

His son, Ye Qizheng, who holds a high position and was promoted from minister to deputy state-level official two years ago, reported the divorce to the organization!

Mr. Ye suddenly slapped the mahogany tabletop, causing the tea in the teacup to ripple. The teacup jumped lightly on the tabletop, making a crisp sound.

Director Gao quickly comforted him, "Mr. Ye, please calm down."

Ye Hanlin couldn't calm down.

By doing this, Ye Qizheng was openly going against him. For such a big matter as divorce, he didn't even say a word to his old father and went straight to the process!

Then again, he still didn't let go of the past, for the sake of personal selfishness, regardless of the Ye family's political future!

Back then, Mr. Ye also separated him and Ouyang for his future and the political fate of the Ye family, and asked him to marry a second wife who was beneficial to the Ye family.

After so many years, no one knows the truth except him. Ye Qizheng has no reason to divorce, and the organization will not approve it!

Ye Lao thought of this and felt a little relieved.

……

On the fourth day of coma, Sheng Qiaoqiao finally felt some movement in the hospital bed.

She was carefully cared for, warm and plump, with no trace of dry or cracked lips, which moved slowly, as if she was saying something.

Fu Yanshen had just finished cutting her nails and threw the tissue wrapped around her nails into the trash can. The moment he raised his eyes, he saw this scene.

His eyes were hot, "Stinky Qiaoqiao, are you finally willing to wake up? What are you talking about, please speak louder."

He leaned closer to her, his ear close to her lips, and he spoke, his voice hoarse.

Thinking about it, of course the first thing she said when she woke up was to call him.

Xiao Fu? Fu Yanshen, or my husband?

Her warm breath blew against his ears, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat, as excited as a young boy.

"Dad...Mom..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, with a hint of attachment. The smile on Fu Yanshen's lips froze slightly, and there was a slight hint of jealousy in his heart.

Instead of calling him, she called her parents?

That couple from the Sheng family? Is it worth remembering her?

He raised his head and faced her.

She frowned, shook her head uneasily, and muttered something in her mouth, her voice as thin as a gnat, and it was difficult to hear what she was saying.

Fu Yanshen gently pinched her cheek and was about to speak when he saw two lines of tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

……

It's like I'm dreaming.

In the dream, there was a green lawn. I was only three years old. I was holding a Doraemon doll in my left hand, and my right hand was wrapped in a soft and warm hand.

The fragrance of gardenia floats in the air.

I slowly raised my head, "Mom, where is dad?"

My mother's face became clearer and clearer, fair and beautiful, with a gentle smile on her face. She bent down and picked me up, "Alice, look, who is that?"

"father!"

In her arms, I saw a tall, handsome man in a suit and leather shoes striding from a distance, shouting with joy, holding the doll tightly in his little hands and waving it around.

Behind him, the sky was filled with glow.

Soon, I fell into his arms. His hard and broad chest was filled with a reassuring breath. I grabbed his big hand and smelled his palm.

Dad's hands were stained with the smell of cigarette smoke, which smelled very good.

He lifted me up and spun me around. I was flying in the air like a bird, giggling with joy.

Mom is also smiling, her face filled with happiness.

Her beautiful face gradually overlapped with Ouyang's face...