Era: After foreseeing the future, I changed my fate using spatial abilities.

Chapter 157 Fu Family
"Jiaming!"

Ma Xiuzhen, who was standing in front of the hospital bed, was both surprised and delighted when she saw her youngest son rushing in like a whirlwind.

Despite her fury at the unreasonable demands of the Ren family, her eyes, though bloodshot, suddenly welled up with tears.

Fu Jiaming stepped forward to block his frail mother, grabbing the finger that was still pointing at his older brother and forcefully twisting it outward. "Ren Yuan, do you want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

"Ah, my hand!"

"Son!" "Let him go!"

Upon hearing their beloved son's pitiful cries, the Ren family members couldn't help but speak up.

Ren's mother's eyes were filled with malice. She rushed forward and stretched out her long fingernails to scratch his neck hard when he wasn't paying attention.

Five bright red lines ran from Fu Jiaming's chin down to his collarbone, immediately drawing blood.

"What are you doing, you old hag!"

Luo Shuangshuang, who entered the ward a few steps late, hadn't even figured out what was going on or who was who when she saw a middle-aged woman take advantage of Fu Jiaming's confrontation with someone to launch a sinister attack.

Seeing the scratches that tore the skin open, his eyes turned red with anger and he shouted out loud. He grabbed his bag and rushed over, kicking her big, fat buttocks.

If it weren't for the fact that the bag she was carrying contained something important and life-saving, she would have definitely smashed it so hard that her own mother wouldn't recognize it!
"Where did this little vixen come from, daring to kick me!"

"You're the vixen! Your whole family are sluts!"

Seeing that she turned around and was about to scratch Shuangshuang, Fu Jiaming raised his leg and delivered a hard kick to Ren's mother's stomach, knocking her to the ground where she could only groan and wail.

His own woman is meant to be pampered, but he has no principle about not hitting other women!
"have you had enough!"

The entire ward was in complete chaos, and the area around the doors and windows was packed with onlookers.

Ma Xiuzhen's hair was a little messy after being pulled, but it didn't affect her powerful aura at all.

He pushed aside his youngest son, who was blocking his way, and looked around at the Ren family.

Ren Yuan, whose fingers were twisted by Jia Ming and who was yelling and cursing in a bizarre and contorted position; Ren's father, who was hiding behind him with a gloomy face but had not said a word; and Ren Xuan, who had only known how to cover his face and sob as soon as he entered the room.

He took a few steps forward and looked down at Ren's mother, who was clutching her stomach and crying and sniffling.

In less than three seconds, Ma Xiuzhen unexpectedly took off her thick-heeled leather shoes and started hitting her with them, yelling, "I said I'm backing down, so I'm backing down! Can't you understand human language? Can't you understand!"

"You want to cause trouble, huh? You want to bully us two patients, one of us being a weak woman?"

With each word she uttered, the shoe heel in her hand pounded even harder, as if raindrops were densely slapping against Ren's mother.

"Oh no! Murder! Help! A teacher has murdered someone!"

This farce was a complete victory for Ma Xiuzhen because Fu Jiaming arrived in time, allowing her to vent all the negative emotions she had been experiencing for the past few days.

Until the Ren family was humiliated and forced to retreat, Ma Xiuzhen, who had thoroughly enjoyed beating them, felt extremely satisfied, and even her fingertips trembled with excitement.

"Mom, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, what could possibly happen to me?"

"Brother..."

"Jiaming is back."

Supporting his mother, whose legs were visibly weak, Fu Jiaming finally had a chance to turn his head and look at his eldest brother lying on the bed.

His face, which resembled his own by about 50-60%, still bore his familiar gentle smile.

His exposed hands and feet were wrapped in thick gauze bandages, with traces of blood still seeping out.

The man who once told himself, "Don't be afraid, do whatever you want, I'm here for you."

That man who took the blame for himself and his sister countless times, always smiling and saying, "If anyone bullies you, they'll pay back tenfold. Your older brother will take the punishment for you..."

So, is the eldest brother, who was as gentle as a breeze and as proud as the blazing sun, really ruined and unable to stand up again?
Her nose suddenly stung, and she turned her head away so he wouldn't see the large tears falling from her eyes.

"Jiaming..."

Standing beside him, facing him as he turned away to weep silently, Luo Shuangshuang felt a sharp pain in her heart, and her vision blurred.

"Who is this?"

Ma Xiuzhen secretly wiped her eyes, not wanting to see her two sons sad, so she had to cheer herself up first. Only then did she notice the unfamiliar girl standing next to her youngest son.

With willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a small mole on the wing of her nose, and a delicate, tender face that looked as if you could pinch water out of it, she was both beautiful and playful.

She wore a floral print blouse with puff sleeves, paired with overalls made of workwear fabric, and Feiyue sneakers, exuding youthful energy.

"Mom, brother, this is my girlfriend, Luo Shuangshuang." "Auntie, hello brother!"

Looking at the person who was smiling and greeting them with a confident air, Ma Xiuzhen and Fu Jiadan were clearly a little flustered, but they responded one after another.

This is the first time my youngest son has brought a girlfriend home, but it's under these circumstances.

Thinking back to her once-in-a-century display of fierceness, which she had just witnessed, Ma Xiuzhen couldn't help but feel uneasy: Would her future daughter-in-law think she was a wicked mother-in-law?
The fact that she would still follow Jiaming back without hesitation at a time like this shows what a good girl she is.

"Shuangshuang, look at us here..."

"Auntie."

As if understanding the embarrassment in her eyes and the guilt of not being able to properly entertain her, Luo Shuangshuang's eyes sparkled and her smile became even sweeter, "We'll treat special cases specially."

"well."

She is well-behaved, sensible, generous, and poised.

Ma Xiuzhen, who liked her more and more as she looked at her, couldn't help but hold her small hand and pat it gently. "Once your Uncle Fu and your older brother are discharged from the hospital, let's do it all over again from the beginning."

"Oh yes!"

Luo Shuangshuang then realized that the most important thing at the moment was to quickly pull her hand away from Luo Shuangshuang's and open the bag that she had been protecting so carefully.

There were three porcelain bottles in the bag, one large and two small. The small one was only two finger joints high, and the large one was about half the size of a palm.

"Auntie, this is medicine that Jiaming's friend and I made ourselves. It uses a secret family recipe passed down through generations and it works very well."

"Is it Comrade Su Ning?"

"Ok!"

Thinking of Su Ning, who had sent medicine at the critical moment, saving her husband and eldest son's lives, Ma Xiuzhen looked at her excitedly, "I haven't had a chance to properly thank her yet, and she came this time too?"

"Mom, Yan Qi also has something to do, and Su Ning has to accompany him to deal with it, so he didn't come back with us this time."

Fu Jiaming gave a brief explanation, then looked at his mother, whose eyes showed disappointment, and gently comforted her, "There will be opportunities in the future."

There may be plenty of opportunities.

Fu Jiaming didn't say the last part, temporarily suppressing his other thoughts, and continued, "Mom, let's go see Dad first and help him wake up as soon as possible."

"You mean this medicine?"

Ma Xiuzhen and Fu Jiadan both turned their gazes to the medicine bottle held in Luo Shuangshuang's hands, and asked in unison, "Is it true?!"

"I believe in Suning."

"Yes, trusting Ning Baogai is the right thing to do!"

Given her tendency to never speak definitively, if she said she was 70% confident she could bring Fu Rong back to full consciousness, then that's 99%!

"Come on, follow me!"

Ma Xiuzhen turned around excitedly, and before she could finish speaking, she opened the door to the ward herself.

Turning to look at his older brother, who also wore an excited expression, Fu Jiaming could only quickly say, "Brother, wait here for a moment..."

"Don't worry about me, you all go!"

"it is good."

Nodding to him, Fu Jiaming led Luo Shuangshuang out of the ward and quickly headed to the intensive care unit.

Before she could even feel sorry for her once-great father who had become like this, she and Ma Xiuzhen simultaneously gave up their seats and turned to look at her, "Shuangshuang."

Nodding knowingly, Luo Shuangshuang stepped forward and, as her friend had instructed, placed the bottle beside the pillow on the hospital bed, first opening the palm-sized porcelain bottle.

He held the bottle to the lips of Fu Rong, who was lying silently, silently apologized in his heart, and used his other hand to forcefully pry open his mouth and carefully poured the medicine in.

I stopped when I felt I had filled half the bottle, and put the cork back in to seal it.

Then he switched to one of the smaller porcelain bottles, saying, "Jiaming, please turn your uncle's head a little to the side."

"it is good."

The two of them worked together to apply the ointment from the small porcelain bottle evenly to the wounds on his head.

"Alright, now we just need to wait."

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, Ning Baogai said that these two medicines, one applied externally and one taken internally, will be more effective."