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Chen Fang stood at the outermost edge. Although he was always keeping his eyes on Song Weiyu, the bed was surrounded by people, so he couldn't get close to her the moment she fell down.

Before anyone else could react, Fu Liansong had already reached over and stretched out his arms to hug her. One hand supported the back of her powerless head, and he frowned and anxiously called out, "Mom? Mom?"

For a moment, the ward was in chaos.

The family members were driven aside, Li He gritted his teeth and gave Fu Haitang the final first aid, and other doctors also tried their best to cooperate with the rescue.

Lian Song placed Song Weiyu on the accompanying bed beside him, bent down and held her hand, "Mom, mom, can you hear me?"

"Mr. Fu, please step aside. We need to check the patient's vital signs."

Fu Liansong was pushed away from the bed by two young nurses. When he wanted to go forward, Li He stood beside Fu Haitang with messy hair and panting, and the doctors gradually stopped their rescue efforts.

In the huge ward, the only sounds that could be heard were low sobs and Li He's gasps.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared with red eyes, and took a long breath, "The patient died after failed rescue efforts. The time of death was 12:31 on December 17st."

Someone was crying in the ward.

Or maybe they all cried.

Li He had no time to feel sad. He staggered two steps and almost fell. His legs were too weak so he could only hold on to the bed and move to Song Weiyu's side. He checked her heartbeat, checked her fundus, and said, "Take her to do an EEG test."

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The funeral was low-key and the obituary was simple. According to Fu Haitang's will, he was not buried in the Fu family cemetery, but asked his sons to bury him under the first tree in the wintersweet garden.

The morning sun always shines here first. Fu Liansong thought that his father would no longer suffer from endless insomnia.

All the friends arrived, everyone was dressed in solemn black. Fu Chunhe held his urn in both hands, Fu Liansong and Song Jingming followed behind him, and his three sons carried him into the inconspicuous little earth pit step by step.

When the soil was about to be covered, Lian Song suddenly knelt down and took out a teddy bear from his black suit.

There is also a metal ring box that has lost its luster due to the passage of time, and a game coin.

He carefully placed the three items next to the urn, "Dad, I'm sorry, I picked them up for you that day. In fact, you couldn't bear to throw them away, right?"

Unfortunately, the only answer he got was the sound of the whistling wind.

Lian Song poured a cup of white wine for his father and also poured a cup for himself, "Dad, your sons will dig a small pit for you to bury first. After my mother passes away, I will definitely snatch her away and bury her with you. You have to wait patiently, it may take twenty years, or even thirty years, don't be impatient..."

Lian Song poured the wine in the cup evenly onto the ground beneath his knees.

"You've already waited for her for 20 years, so you can wait another 20 years. I know that as long as you wait for her, no matter how long it takes, it won't be too long for you, right?"

At this time, the wintersweets on the branches were blooming in the morning sun. A breeze blew from somewhere, without the chill of winter, but with a warm fragrance of flowers.

From front to back, it swept across everyone's face.

"Brother Fu, you're a liar! You promised to be Shao Yi's witness, but you didn't keep your word! Just wait, I'll come after you when I die!"

Shao Guoren's huge body was leaning in Li Nian's arms, his eyes were swollen into slits from crying, and he could neither open nor close them.

Fu Juanjuan knelt beside Lian Song, staring at the urn with bloodshot eyes and tightly pursed lips. She was only seven years old. Although domineering, she was more mature and steady than her peers.

"Grandpa, you always keep your word to your employees, always keep your word to the company, and never lie to society. Why do you only break your word to your family?"

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Song Weiyu did not wake up until the funeral was over.

Li He could not find out the reason for her long coma. He consulted with many experts more than a dozen times, but each time came back empty-handed.

Chen Fang stayed by her bedside day and night. In half a month, he lost a lot of weight and looked even colder and more ruthless.

From morning till night, he kept talking to her, even until his throat was inflamed and hoarse. He also wanted to take her away and return to Nanxun, but Nanxun did not have such good medical facilities.

What's more, her sons would not allow him to take Song Weiyu away.

Seven days later, Song Weiyu did not wait for the foreign expert team, but waited for the old abbot of Mingshan Temple.

The old abbot was in his eighties and could not walk very well. He walked into the ward with a cane and a calm expression.

"Donor Chen, have you achieved the results you wanted in these four years?"

Of course not. For the past four years, he has been carrying a stolen name, and every day he is afraid that Song Weiyu will remember who the real Fu Haitang is. He is very happy, but at the same time he has to bear the anxiety brought by deception.

Chen Fang frowned and continued to rub Song Weiyu's legs. His voice was hoarse and rough: "What I want from beginning to end is just for her to be by my side. For example, now, although she is unconscious, she is by my side."

"This is the difference between you and Master Fu. Although he has a strong desire for control, what he wanted from the beginning to the end was not to imprison her, but just to make her happy and worry-free, even if she is not by his side."

Chen Fang sneered a few times, stood up and used a cotton swab dipped in water to wipe her cracked lips.

He didn't explain further because he had gotten used to people comparing him to Fu Haitang over the years. In the eyes of others, he would never be able to compare to Fu Haitang.

But it didn't matter, he was not good at arguing, just like in the past few decades he would just stand alone in the dark, smoking silently, watching the light on her windowsill flicker and dim.

It would be nice if he could be by her side.