Zuo Fei'er was even more frightened, crying more and more, her small body curled up, trembling.

Seeing this, Pei Yiyou raised her eyebrows, then hugged Zuo Fei'er in her arms, wiped away the tears on her cheeks with big hands, and shrugged helplessly at Zuo Lan, reminding her:

"Zuo Lan, you lost your composure, she is only a five-year-old child..."

The anger hadn't dissipated yet, Zuo Lan's chest was heaving up and down continuously, even the breath in her nose was panting, she didn't speak, and ignored Pei Yiyou and Zuo Fei'er, she just cast her gaze out of the car window.

"Fei'er, quickly apologize to Mommy..." Pei Yiyou gently shook Zuo Fei'er's body.

Zuo Fei'er was still crying out of breath, after hearing Pei Yiyou's words, her tender little hands timidly grabbed Zuo Lan's sleeve, and shook it cautiously:

"Mommy, don't want Fei'er...don't want Fei'er...Fei'er will be obedient...Fei'er will stop crying..."

Daddy doesn't like her anymore, if Mommy doesn't want her anymore, she will become an unwanted child!

Hearing that immature voice choked up and crying beside her ears, Zuo Lan thought that when she was a child, she was also afraid of being abandoned, so she would be obedient when she cried.

Feeling pain in his heart, Zuo Lan's anger gradually dissipated bit by bit, he took a long breath, hugged Zuo Fei'er into his arms, and said coldly, "Go back to the villa."

Zuo Fei'er was obedient and obedient, wiping her tears with her two small hands indiscriminately, not daring to make another sound.

The car turned around and didn't move forward for a long time. Suddenly, when it was the turn and the ground made a harsh sound, the car suddenly stopped.

Unprepared, Zuo Lan's body swayed forward, and her head hit the front seat directly. The pain was unbearable, and she roared angrily, "Pei Yiyou! What are you doing!"

However, there was no sound in the front row, it was very quiet.

Immediately afterwards, Zuo Fei'er yelled: "Mummy! Why is uncle not moving! Not moving at all!"

Hearing this, Zuo Lan straightened up quickly, and then patted Pei Yiyou's back: "Pei Yiyou! Pei Yiyou! Pei Yiyou! Wake up!"

But no matter how much she slapped him, he remained motionless, as if he had passed out.

No, he must have had a heart attack!

Zuo Lan put Zuo Fei'er on the back seat, and then used all his strength to move him to the passenger seat. At the same time, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed forward like an arrow off the string.

While the car was driving forward at high speed, she said to Zuo Fei'er behind, "Hurry up, don't twist your body indiscriminately!"

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctors and nurses quickly carried Pei Yihuan into the operating room and began to check his body.

Originally, she didn't want to make a call, but thinking of Pei Yiyou's situation, she still dialed the phone.

After a while, the phone was connected, without any nonsense, Zuo Lan went straight to the topic: "Pei Yiyou had a heart attack and fainted, and is now in the hospital!"

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone directly, and stood outside the operating room door with Zuo Fei'er in her arms, waiting.

Twenty minutes later, Pei Yihuan, Pei Yijing, and Pei Yifeng all arrived and sat on the recliner.

Although Pei Yifeng was full of dissatisfaction with Pei Yiyou, after all, he was born to a mother and a brother, so how could such a critical moment not come?

Last time, in order to save the third brother, it was just a laboratory operation, and the eldest brother actually extorted 4% of the second brother's shares!

This time it was him who was lying in the operating room, and he was blushing now, ashamed to see the second and third brothers!

You really can't push your limits as a human being!

After a long time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the doctor came out with a report: "President Pei, the patient has congenital heart disease, and the condition is very serious now."

Pei Yihuan responded lightly from his throat: "I know."

"The only way now is to transplant the heart, but the heart can't be transplanted casually, it needs matching and testing, which is a huge project."

"So?" Pei Yihuan narrowed his eyes on the doctor.

"The young master's heart type is very special, and it is very difficult to match the type. Ever since he was six years old and found out that the young master had a congenital heart disease, Master Pei has registered the young master's case and asked us to pay attention to the matching heart every day, and to Called him the first time, but it turned out to be a pity."

Hearing this, Pei Yifeng, who had been silent all this time, asked, "How serious is his condition?"

"It's very serious. All the indicators of his heart are weakening. To put it in a nasty way, it's no longer effective compared to a pile of rotten iron. The young master's face has started to turn purple, and he can't exercise vigorously.

Occasionally, it is accompanied by fainting. If the condition is extremely good, it will be able to disappear for two or three years, otherwise it is possible for a few months, mainly because his condition is too bad. "

"Well, I see..." Pei Yifeng nodded slowly.

He knew in his heart that his elder brother's condition was very serious, and he went to the United States because his condition was too serious. The master arranged a doctor in the United States to let him go there for treatment.

After returning to China, he saw that he had lost a lot of weight at the first sight. Although he was still in good shape, the weight loss could still be clearly seen.

ward.

Pei Yiyou was lying on the hospital bed, still in a coma.

"Second brother, is it difficult to find a matching heart?"

Nodding, Pei Yihuan said calmly: "I heard what the doctor said just now. It's not easy to find a suitable one, and very few people donate their hearts."

Because donating a heart means death, and few people will choose to do so except for those who are willing to donate their hearts during their lifetime.

"I know that donating a heart means death." Pei Yifeng suddenly felt a little pain in his head, kneading his hands heavily, and leaned on the sofa.

If it is other diseases, it can be cured, but there is really no other way for congenital heart disease.

Everyone in the ward was silent. At this moment, Pei Yiyou on the bed coughed lightly and slowly narrowed his eyes.

When he saw all the figures in the ward, his long and narrow eyes were raised slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was casual and lazy: "Oh, why are you all here?"

No one spoke, and a silent silence flowed in the room.

"Don't talk?" Pei Yiyou sat up from the hospital bed, looked around, and frowned: "Why am I in the hospital?"

And the next second, he clapped his hands in a sudden realization: "By the way, it must be my sudden heart attack. I almost forgot about such a thing, really!"

While talking, he went to get the cigarette on the table, lit it, and hadn't smoked yet, but Pei Yifeng had already snatched it and threw it directly into the trash can.

"You think your life is too long?" Pei Yifeng said bluntly.

His eyes paused on Pei Yifeng for a few seconds and he left, he understood: "It seems that everyone knows about my illness now, and I'm still thinking, maybe one day I die, and you won't find out, it seems I still have some attention..."

Hearing this, Pei Yifeng just wanted to punch him: "Since you already know about your illness, why are you still smoking and drinking?"

"By the way, there is an idiom that is not very well said, be prepared..." Pei Yiyou raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and smiled.

Hearing the deep meaning in his words, Pei Yihuan frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

"As for what it means, you will know soon..." Slowly, Pei Yiyou said word by word.

But Zuo Lan knew exactly what he meant, he was the only one among the people in the ward who knew!

Before she could say anything, Pei Yiyou had already handed the letter on her body to Pei Yihuan: "My dear second brother, take a good look..."

He took the letter paper with his big bony hands, and Pei Yihuan looked at it word by word, but the more he looked under the letter paper, the colder and uglier his face became!

Even, his big hand was about to crush the letter paper!

"Don't just watch it for yourself, you should let the third and fourth brothers take a look..."

Seeing the sudden change in the second brother's face, Pei Yifeng snatched the letter paper impatiently, and his reaction was no exception, even uglier, staring at the second brother in a daze, and then at the third brother!

Pei Yijing looked at the two of them in puzzlement, and he didn't understand why their expressions became like this. He took two steps forward, took the letter paper from Pei Yifeng's hand, and said lightly, "Let me see..."

This time, even Pei Yijing's expression changed. He looked at his second brother, then at the letter paper, and finally his eyes fell on Pei Yiyou.

Pei Yiyou breathed out, moved her body and leaned against the head of the bed:

"Why do you look at me like this, as if I am the culprit? Everyone, please remember that it is the old man who makes these decisions, not me. I have no right or ability. If you still don't believe me, you can Check the authenticity of the handwriting..."

"It's not necessary, his handwriting hasn't reached the point where I can't recognize it..." Pulling his thin lips, Pei Yihuan's voice was deep and cold, icy.

Hearing this, the corners of Pei Yiyou's mouth twitched slightly: "That's good, where's the third brother?"

There was still a big change in expression, Pei Yijing's face was shocked, he didn't recover for a long time, he didn't know what he was thinking, let alone words.

"Third brother, why don't you speak? Are you scared by this letter?" Pei Yiyou called softly, his voice could be heard by everyone in the room.

After regaining consciousness, Pei Yifeng left the letter casually aside, rushed to the hospital bed with an angry face, twisted up the clothes on Pei Yiyou's chest with both hands, panted violently and turbidly, and clenched a fist in the air with one hand.

"Why, do you want to beat me now?"

Pei Yiyou moved his face closer to Pei Yifeng: "I will never have any opinion, you can beat up as much as you want, but Yifeng, you have to remember, it is the old man who made these decisions, not me..."

Raising his hand, Pei Yifeng slammed Pei Yiyou's body aside, his back collided firmly with the wall, making a muffled sound.

Pei Yiyou's face was a little bruised and purple, and his back hit the wall fiercely, a sharp pain spread throughout his body, he covered his chest with both hands, and coughed violently: "cough cough...cough... Cough cough cough...""

(end of this chapter)