Chapter 145:

When Ding Yu rushed to the hospital with Van Gogh and Song Rui in vain, Kong Jing was clamoring to change Fan Kai's ward.
Several doctors gathered around her to strongly discourage: "Mrs. Vatican, the general ward is spacious, but the equipment is definitely not as good as ICU. The situation of General Vatican is still very unstable. We need to use the equipment in the ICU ward to conduct him for 24 hours Monitoring and care to ensure that he will no longer suddenly fall into acute exhaustion. "
"What does it mean to be unstable? Have you looked at my son's heart rate, blood pressure, and pulse? Have they all returned to normal? He looks much better now than before, and he has fewer wrinkles on his face! He is recovering! You transferred him to the general ward, I can still hold his hand to talk to him, you can isolate him now, I ca n’t do anything, I can only watch him suffer, I feel so uncomfortable in your heart Look? He looks very uncomfortable now! Otherwise, let ’s ask his own opinion, I think he is sober now and can take the lead. "
Kong Jing opened the phone while refuting the doctor and asked loudly: "Son, Mom wants to transfer you to the general ward, do you agree?"
Fan Kaixuan had always been responsive to his mother, and he did feel that he was much better, so he nodded: "Turn to the ordinary ward, I don't want to live in such a lifeless place." It would be better if it could be accompanied by a mother.
"Have you heard? My son doesn't like to live in this kind of place! He has recovered more than half of his body now, and the data is very optimistic, no accident will happen. You will turn him right away!" Kong Jing hurriedly went down The command seemed to wait a bit.
The doctor and nurse did not understand what she was in a hurry, but Ding Yu, who was watching the scene silently on the corner, knew that she couldn't wait to transfer her son to the general ward, and then contacted a lawyer and a notary to do the on-site notarization. For her, the most important thing is not the life of his son, but the tens of billions of property he still holds in his hands.
"How did she do it?" Ding Yu looked at Jingli beside him, and also looked at Kong Jing's Van Gogh with an obscure eye. Shen Sheng asked: "How did she make this triumphant like this?" Strange disease? Poisoning? Is there a poison in the world that can cause rapid aging? How did she restore Triumph? When the doctor was rescued, she could n’t get close to Triumph at all? How did she give Triumph? Antidote? "
"Did you watch too many martial arts dramas, and also poison the antidote." Song Rui chuckled before Van Gogh spoke, "Your imagination is rich, but not rich enough. How did she do it?" , You will know later. "
"Speak as if you were very clear." Ding Yu sneered.
"Sorry, I may be clearer than you. I can probably guess what happened." Song Rui took off his glasses on the nose of Gao Ting's nose, revealing his beautiful and sharp eyebrows. He had a keen interest in Kong Jing, not far away, which was another woman driven by desire. No, she has even become the embodiment of desire.
"What do you guess? You have the ability to say it, and I will believe you only when you say it." Ding Yu tried to use radical methods, but under Song Rui's understatement, he felt a humiliation of crushed IQ.
"Let's go, go to the ward first." Seeing several nurses push Van Kai to the VIP ward on the same floor, Van Galo immediately followed. Ding Yu suppressed the doubt and chased it.
When the three people entered the ward, the doctor was still persuading Kong Jing: "Mrs. Fan, the transfer to the ward is really very bad for Mr. Fan's condition. We don't know whether his current situation is really before recovery or a deterioration. After a brief recovery, my opinion is to stay in the ICU for at least two nights, we can observe it again. "
"Can I not care about my own son? He must be recovering, don't curse him!" Kong Jing pointed at the doctor's nose with a very arrogant attitude. Even after marrying Fan Luoshan and being your lady, she has lived in American slums for more than ten years and her rude habits are still difficult to change. She is still the vulgar and ignorant gold digger.
The doctor sighed helplessly and turned his head to see the handsome young man standing at the door with a ecstatic expression on his face. Of course, this expression was controlled by him very well in an instant. He coughed and pretended to calmly: "Isn't this Mr. Fangallo? Are you here ..."
His scary eyes kept spinning between Van Gogh and Van Gogh. Here comes, his long-awaited famous scene finally comes! Can the Vatican teacher solve the mystery of the Vatican's acute illness? The answer will be revealed soon!
However, the reality is cruel. Even if the doctor would like to stick his feet on the floor tiles of this ward, he was ruthlessly driven by Ding Yu: "Doctor, nurse, you go out first, we have some personal affairs to talk about. "
"Don't you need to leave a doctor for emergency?" The doctor was struggling to die, and whispered in Ding Yu's ear: "Mr. Fan, but I suggest you please come, you can't cross the river to demolish the bridge. Mr. Ding."
"So I thank you." Ding Yupi smiled and pushed the straight doctor out the door without a smile.
Kong Jing's high-pitched voice came from the gradually closing door crack: "How did you find him! If he cursed Triumph, could Triumph fall ill? You let him get away with me immediately!"
Ding Yu just walked over to the bed to check on his friend's situation, whispered to comfort the other party, and did not take Kong Jing at all. Fangallo and Song Rui walked slowly to the window, leaning gracefully on the sofa.
"Ms. Kong, do you really believe that I can make your son ill in one sentence? Don't you always say that I am a liar? Your attitude towards me seems to be full of contradictions." Slender legs, dark eyes staring at Kong Jing in an instant.
Kong Jing: "..."
She opened her mouth, but for a long time she couldn't find any words that could strongly refute each other. Yes, if Van Gogh is a liar, then his prediction is equivalent to shit, and it will not have any impact on her son. She can completely ignore his visit. If he is not a liar, then she should not even show disgust and resistance to his arrival, but a warm welcome, because he is likely to rescue his son. Her current identity is a desperate mother. The mother can make any attempt to save her son. She has no reason to drive away Van Gogh ...
"You seem to be afraid to face me? Are you hiding something?" Van Gaal's next sentence directly pierced Kong Jing's hidden fear inside, and she didn't even know what she was afraid of.
She looked at the people around indifferently, and then fixed her eyes on her son. She was silently begging for his help, and she knew he would always be on his side.
The Vatican Triumph did not disappoint her, and said calmly, "Van Galo, I can probably guess what you are here for. You have also seen that my situation is getting better, and my physiological function has stabilized at the age of fifty. I will probably recover in a short time. I have never believed in the existence of psychics, prophecies, and supernatural powers in the world. What I got was sickness, not a curse, nor a fulfillment of your prophecy. Maybe you passed me My face and posture show that I will be sick and want to borrow me as a springboard for your career, but I am sorry that I will not cooperate with you. My life was saved by the doctor. I do n’t need your help at all. Please you left."
"Triumph!" Ding Yu pressed his friend's shoulder anxiously.
Fangallo smiled indifferently: "Do you really think you are getting better?"
Fan Kai twirled Ding Yu's hand and pointed to all the medical devices that were working normally, which meant nothing. He only believes in science, does not believe in ghosts and gods, and will not be manipulated by a person who does not know what is called.
Van Gogh nodded: "Do you believe me or not, I can beat you back to the original form?"
"No!"
"you try."
Ding Yu and Fan Kaixuan, who had always been in the same breath, had a serious disagreement with outsiders for the first time. The two looked at each other, and both saw strong dissatisfaction and doubt from each other's eyes.
"Okay, let me try." Van Gogh agreed, and finally looked at Kong Jing. He said slowly: "Mrs. Van, in fact the lawyer lied to you. You let Van Gogh's will have come into effect. That is to say, if he If you die, you can get all of his legacy. "
"What?" Kong Jing's attention was immediately drawn to him.
"If you don't believe that you can call the lawyer, you can say that President Ding has confessed to him and tell him not to lie to you again." Seeing Kong Jingming was very emotional, but he didn't dare to ask face to face because of his feelings of Vatican Triumph. Looking at Ding Yu, he instructed, "Mr. Ding, use your mobile phone to help her fight."
"Okay." Ding Yu, who was accustomed to listening to the youth's words, actually called the lawyer and opened the hands-free: "Have you done the notarization of the previous will?" He deliberately induced.
"I have done the notarization. What did I dare to delay about what Fan Zong told me personally? President Ding, why did you let me lie to my wife? Is there something wrong with this?" The lawyer said with frightened fear: "General Ding, if President Fan If something really happens, I will publish this will. I can help you conceal your wife for the time being, but I cannot violate my professional ethics. I will not tamper with the contents of the will ... "
There were still chattering words there, but Kong Jing's expression had changed from unbelief to shock, and finally slowly turned into a distortion that was difficult to define in words. No one can peek into her most real thoughts from this distorted face.
Ding Yu stood in front of the hospital bed and stared at Kong Jing with a watchful face to prevent her from starting a fight against her friend.
Fan Kaixuan did not accept his feelings at all, pushed him away, and asked sharply: "What tricks are you playing? What are you doing to my mother? Ding Yu, I originally thought I could believe you in times of crisis."
"What is done, of course, to save you! Only let her know that you are dead, she can't get all the inheritance, you can live! You idiot, you even suspected me!" Ding Yu growled angrily, he felt friends for the first time It's actually not as good as I thought. Sometimes he was not courageous or wise.
"So, now my mother knows that the will will take effect, will she kill me? Ding Yu, I think you are a bad brain ..." Fan Kaixuan fell over his chest without saying a word, just recovered a little The smooth face is quickly covered with wrinkles, the stable beating heart is completely out of control, and the blood pressure and pulse are soaring. In just a moment, he slipped into the abyss of death again.
"Doctor, doctor! Fan Kaixuan is sick, come on!" Ding Yu quickly put an oxygen mask on her friend, and then shouted for help on the intercom.
Fan Kaixuan tried to inhale oxygen, and tried to open his eyes, looking around everyone in the ward. He saw Van Goro with a calm expression, and then Song Rui, who looked at him with cold eyes and a smile, then Ding Yu, whose eyes were flushed with anxiety, and finally the mother who kept shaking her head and showing fear. There was no sorrow in her eyes, only a kind of enlightenment, which made her tremble with fright and then backed away.
She didn't rush up to check on her son's situation, but turned around and ran towards the door. When her son was dying, she chose to escape, why! ?
Fan Kaixuan's pupils were enlarged in an instant, and his mother's back image photo was printed on his mind.
The doctor who hurried into the ward banged Kong Jing back, and the five or six nurses who poured into the room completely blocked the door. They held a tray in their hands, and the tray was filled with syringes, epinephrine and various unknown The famous medicine, Kong Jing could not tell them to make way, nor should he leave his dying son at this time, so he quietly retreated back, pretending that he never had the idea of ​​escape.
The doctor gave him first aid while checking various data of Victory Triumph, and shouted: "I said earlier that he should not be transferred to the ward, his condition is very unstable! You see, his physical function has declined again, And worse than before entering the operating room! "
Ding Yu raised his hands and retreated to the corner, looking at the mess with all his eyes. Suddenly he found that he couldn't fight Kong Jing, let alone Van Gogh, he would only believe his mother, and then refused to listen to anyone's persuasion.
At this moment, Ding Yu suddenly understood Van Gogh ’s feelings. This untrusted feeling is like peeling, which can bring you tearing pain, and can also minimize your self-protection ability. You will Start to doubt yourself, then deny yourself, then doubt the world, deny the world. Your friend who treats you with sincerity, but refuses you with an ice wall full of pointed cones, so that you and the whole person are cold.
Ding Yu always raised his hand, like a deserter unable to resist, staring blankly at the noisy crowd. He began to loathe everything in front of him, loathe Kong Jing, and even loathsome friends. He didn't know how Van Gogh, who was facing this kind of doubt every day, persisted. He just glanced at Fan Kaixuan with a questioning look, his heart was as painful as being shot!
"No, his heart can't beat, prepare for adrenaline!" The doctor's cry penetrated everyone's eardrums, and finally called Ding Yu back in his absence. He suddenly lowered his raised hands and looked at Van Gogh with the eyes of prayer. In the end he still couldn't give up. The doubt, disgust, disgust, and precautions from the triumph of Van Gogh. He had already experienced many times.
Van Gogh slightly sighed, and said in a manly voice, "Mrs. Van, actually we just scammed you. Just how short a period of time is it possible for the will to be notarized."
Kong Jing stared at him with a dizzying eye, and he no longer wanted to believe every word he said.
Fangallo stood up with a chuckle, and walked slowly out of the door: "You guessed it, I did join forces with Fan Luoshan, he needed money urgently, and I know how to get it from Fan Kaixuan Legacy, so we took advantage of you. Thank you for your generosity and goodbye. "
Song Rui put on her clean and bright glasses and nodded politely: "Goodbye."
Kong Jing, who was originally firm in expression, seemed to be hitting the facade vigorously by an invisible hand at this moment, almost falling down. She quickly turned to look at her son who was on the verge of death, showing an expression of horror and regret. At this moment, all the medical equipment that has been humming has been quieted down, and the data lines that have soared or plummeted have stabilized one by one. Breathing.
He firmly grasped the doctor's hand that was preparing to inject epinephrine into his heart, and looked at his mother in disbelief. Although he was dying, his dissociable consciousness made him see through the actions and conversations of all the people in the house.
Indistinctly, he seemed to understand what!