In the ward with only the sound of footsteps and breathing, it seemed unusually abrupt.
The doctor in charge of monitoring Mr. Fu's pulse looked over, and his expression changed instantly.
Previously, although Mr. Fu's heartbeat was weak, it was still there, and the image of the electrocardiogram was very stable.
But now, the images on the electrocardiograph are all in one line.
Cardiac arrest!
"Quick!" The attending doctor hurriedly took over the defibrillator from the nurse, and immediately began to perform CPR on Mr. Fu.
**
Outside the icu.
After reprimanding Fu Yichen, Mrs. Fu walked back to Fu Mingcheng and lowered her voice to the lowest level: "Mingcheng, I'm afraid the old man really won't be able to make it this time."
Everyone knows that Mr. Fu is in poor health.
He has experienced famines and famines, and Shanghai City was very turbulent at that time.
While covering a younger generation's escape, Mr. Fu was seriously injured and was dying from his injuries.
But fortunately, Mu Heqing, the ruler of the Mu family in the imperial capital at that time, happened to be commanding in Shanghai and rescued Mr. Fu.
But in this way, his body also suffered from a lot of illnesses.
Originally relying on the foundation of the Fu family, he could also maintain a good health.
But it was bad 20 years ago.
For some unknown reason, Mr. Fu's body turned sharply down again.
Over the years, they have all depended on the high-priced medicines in the hospital.
Three years ago, everyone in Shanghai said that with the departure of Mr. Fu, the situation in Shanghai must be in great turmoil.
But no one expected that the past three years for Mr. Fu were actually the best three years for his health.
Fu Mingcheng looked unpredictable: "After so many years of torture, it's time for the old man to rest."
How could he not know, who exactly is Mr. Fu holding up for until now?
Just when the Fu family had different opinions, the door of the ICU opened, and a nurse came out in a hurry.
"Where are your relatives?" She held a piece of paper in her hand, anxiously, "The notice of critical illness, please sign it."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Fu family changed instantly.
This is not the first time the hospital has issued a critical illness notice, but this time is the fastest.
After all, Mr. Fu still came to this step.
"Here." Fu Mingcheng took the critical illness notice, looked at it, and prepared to sign it.
But he had just written his surname with a stroke, and at the end of the corridor, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.
Very hasty, but very orderly.
Fu Mingcheng looked up and couldn't help being taken aback.
The leader was a young man, followed by several bodyguards and a group of doctors.
But those doctors are obviously not from the First Hospital.
Before and after the young man came to the ICU, he didn't look at Fu Mingcheng, and directly ordered the people behind him: "Now transfer to another hospital."
Before the Fu family could react, the group of doctors had already entered the ICU.
Not long after, Mr. Fu was pushed out of the bed with others, and hurried out.
"What are you doing?!" Fu Mingcheng was startled and angry, "Who are you? You transferred when you said you were going to another hospital? Why should I let you take my father away?"
"It's useless for you." The young man turned his head and sneered, "There's no way to save the old man here, so you can try to stop him."
Fu Mingcheng's expression changed.
He seemed to have remembered something, but he still didn't step forward, and stood there with his fists clenched, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently.
Those few bodyguards were tall and burly, and the rest of the Fu family didn't dare to go there.
The young man took a few steps and stopped again.
His eyes swept across the Fu family members, and finally fell on Fu Yichen.
"Take him away, too."
Fu Yichen was still in shock, so he was carried away by two bodyguards, not even the struggling Jade Emperor.
This method shocked the rest of the Fu family.
"Yichen!" Madam Fu turned pale and chased after him, "Where are you going to take my son?"
"Mrs. Fu, don't worry." The young man turned his head and smiled slightly, "As long as the old man is fine, your second son will be sent back to you intact. If something happens to the old man¡ª"
He raised his hand and made a cutting motion at the throat: "Just wait."
Madam Fu's eyes darkened, and she passed out immediately.
 ?? was corroded by toxins, and there is no"
Fu Yun took a deep look at him, and repeated again: "Send me in."
The tone is unquestionable.
The young man knew that he had no reason to stop, nor the ability to stop, so he had to agree.
Those doctors only obeyed orders and couldn't say anything.
The operating room was divided into two sides, separated by curtains.
Mr. Fu's body is already exhausted, and he can't satisfy those toxins anymore.
A young body, just right.
It takes almost no effort.
The doctors set up the instruments, adjust the indicators, and prepare for toxin transfer.
The young man was anxious and angry outside the operating room. He took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call to Ozhou.
But at this moment, a figure came in from outside the gate.
The footsteps are hurried, obviously with some urgency.
When the young man heard the voice, he raised his head and was there in a daze.