Yet after breakfast was done, there was no sounds from upstairs.
Fu Yang hinted that he thought the two adults had probably overexerted themselves last night, causing Shu Wan to be so tired that she still hadn’t gotten up.
But Fu Siyu frowned, Shu Wan had slept too long today. "I’ll go up and check on her, she might have caught a cold."
With that, Fu Siyu went upstairs.
Estimating that Shu Wan would be downstairs soon, Fu Yang picked up an egg and started to peel it.
However, it wasn’t long before Fu Siyu’s clearly flustered voice came from upstairs, "Fu Yang, use my phone to call Fang Yuan, bring an ambulance immediately."
Fu Yang was stunned; Fang Yuan was the dean of First Hospital, and the Fu Family rarely needed his immediate help. "What happened?"
Normally composed, Fu Siyu seemed to have completely lost his composure, his eyes reddened. After saying this, he turned and went back into Shu Wan’s room.
Fu Yang knew something must have happened to Shu Wan.
He immediately ran to the living room, found Fu Siyu’s phone on the sofa, and quickly dialed the number.
Minutes later, Dean Fang personally led the team that took Shu Wan to the hospital.
From the moment people carried Shu Wan out of the bedroom, Fu Yang was dumbfounded; unconsciously, he clenched his fists, not knowing what to do.
It wasn’t until he saw Fu Siyu get into the ambulance that Fu Yang regained some awareness and also got in.
In Fu Yang’s mind, Shu Wan had always been calm and composed. He never imagined that one day, Shu Wan would lie on the stretcher of an ambulance, seemingly unconscious.
Fu Yang instinctively grabbed Fu Siyu’s arm, "Dad, what happened to her?"
Fu Siyu didn’t speak; his arm trembled slightly, and a sinking feeling grew in Fu Yang’s heart.
As soon as Shu Wan arrived at the hospital, she was immediately taken into surgery by the world’s most advanced medical team.
The surgery lasted from morning until the early hours of the next day, during which Fu Siyu and Fu Yang stayed outside.
Father and son were equally silent, almost not speaking at all for a full day and night, sitting against the wall, like frozen sculptures.
It was only when the doors of the operating room opened that the two sculptures seemed to break out of their stasis.
Fu Siyu stood up and walked briskly towards the doctor, but staggered from sitting too long, thankfully Fu Yang was there to prevent him from falling.
"How did it go?" Fu Siyu asked anxiously.
"Mr. Fu, we conducted a comprehensive examination on your wife, I’m sorry, but it seems she was severely traumatized in a short amount of time and then fell into a deep coma," the doctor paused. "We used the most advanced equipment and medications, but we can only maintain her vital signs. As for when she might wake up, we just have to wait."
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Fu Yang’s voice was hoarse, filled with intense panic.
"We really did our best." At this moment, Fang Yuan approached. He looked at Fu Siyu, "We indeed couldn’t find the cause."
"Do everything possible to treat her," Fu Siyu said, his eyes filled with bloodshot, "at any cost."
Shu Wan was moved to a private room, and she lay there quietly, like a beautifully delicate piece of porcelain. She was stunning yet cold, as if she might shatter to the touch.
Fu Siyu walked to her bed and gently took Shu Wan’s hand.
The hand that had been warm on Chinese New Year’s Eve was now cold. In days past, whenever he held Shu Wan’s hand, she would look up at him and smile, her eyes lighting up, her lips curving into a shallow dimple, beautiful and lively.
Yet now, while still beautiful, there was no liveliness.
Looking at Shu Wan’s peacefully sleeping face and thinking of what the doctor had said, that Shu Wan might never wake up, it felt to Fu Siyu as though someone was hammering at his heart with painful blows.
Fu Yang stood next to Fu Siyu, giving him a worried glance.
Seeing Fu Siyu’s composed demeanor, appearing without any emotion, Fu Yang felt not relief but more concern, "Dad, are you alright?"
"You go back first," Fu Siyu said gravely. "I’ll take care of her here."
But Fu Yang didn’t want to leave. "I want to stay here too."
Fu Siyu didn’t object, or perhaps, those last few words seemed to have drained all his strength.
Drops of medication fell one by one from the IV bag, the wall clock ticked round and round.
Another night passed, the sky began to lighten to a pale white, sounds of car tires on the street could be heard, birds unknown chirruped by the window.