Chapter 218 The fickle woman
By the evening, Fu Yusheng had recovered. Perhaps it was due to his constitution or the excessive yang energy, but after a few hours of rest, he was completely healed. The speed of his recovery was so fast that even Song Yan was a little surprised. She originally wanted Fu Yusheng to stay in the hospital overnight, but Fu Yusheng refused, saying that the bed was too uncomfortable and the ward smelled of disinfectant, so he went. He also said that he felt itchy because the hospital sheets were too dirty and he couldn't stay on them overnight.
In the end, even if Song Yan wanted him to stay in the hospital, she couldn't force him to stay, right? So, in the end, she did as he wished and went out to complete the discharge procedures.
"What are you doing lying in bed?" "What's wrong?" She asked as she entered the ward and saw Fu Yusheng still lying on the bed, looking haggard. If she hadn't seen him arguing with her about how to be discharged from the hospital an hour ago, she would have thought he was still feeling uncomfortable because of what happened in the abandoned village. "Get up, didn't you say you wanted to go home?"
"I don't feel good." He groaned in pain, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he stared at her with a frown. "I just tried to get out of bed, but I couldn't. My body still feels a little groggy. Can you help me up?"
Song Yan frowned when he heard him say that, then sighed softly, not quite understanding why her husband suddenly lost his temper. Didn't he say he wanted to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, otherwise he would go crazy if he stayed here overnight?
Fu Yusheng knew long ago that he had to cooperate with Song Yan in order for her to accept him, so he had to make good use of every opportunity given to him. Therefore, he could not fail to take advantage of this opportunity anyway! Seeing that she was still unmoved, Fu Yusheng took a deep breath, sighed, and his tone became more pitiful and powerless. "Yan'er, I'm telling the truth... No matter how fast I recover, I can't recover in one day, right? I do feel uncomfortable because of uncleanliness, and this is the only reason why I insist on being discharged from the hospital. I won't be fine all of a sudden."
"Still feeling uncomfortable, huh?" Song Yan glanced around and saw a golden halo with purple spots flashing around Fu Yusheng. She felt that she had been deceived. With strong yang energy, why did he suddenly feel uncomfortable? She raised her delicate eyebrows and looked at Fu Yusheng, who was looking at her expectantly. "In my opinion, this is not the case."
Her words made Fu Yusheng sigh heavily and shake his head on the pillow. "What luck do I have? I almost died. I just wanted my wife to support me a little until we got in the car, but she refused even that. Really, the world has become cruel. I think the wise man is right. We can only rely on ourselves, not others." As he cried aggrievedly and told how lonely and abandoned he was, many patients walking in the corridor stopped to listen to the husband's lament.
Song Yan's face froze. Listening to Fu Yusheng's wailing, she glared at him. She really wanted to leave him here and watch him cry fake tears... If she was really as heartless as he was, she would have left him alone in the abandoned village instead of sending him to the hospital. "Are you really that upset? Then how come you still have the energy to cry so loudly?"
"I feel bad." Fu Yusheng climbed down from the bed and stood on the floor, saying only one sentence. He even walked forward angrily, then snorted and turned his face away.
Song Yan was speechless by his actions. Was he serious? Why did he suddenly become like a child? Where did that cold and stoic CEO go? Looking at Fu Yusheng's expression, she was sure that if she didn't do what he wanted, he would definitely make a fuss like he did now. Finally, she sighed and walked towards him. She was a little displeased with his taking advantage of the situation.
As soon as Fu Yusheng stopped beside him, he saw her unhappy expression, and his handsome face relaxed a little, but he still snorted. "Look at you, I was so worried about you that I violated traffic rules and ran here. And I am sure that my current condition, unconsciousness, is also your credit if it is not. "I would not ask you to help me, but now you are fine, playboy, and I am weak and sick-you look at me with such unhappy eyes? What did you say when you were chasing me? By the way, you said that if I was sick, you would be more diligent than our children. Now you are married to me, and you know I can't do anything about you. Is this your fickle attitude? " He took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes dramatically. "Why are women like this? I just want a little love and care when I am sick!"