CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130 FU BING IS CYBERBULLIED

Rong Li’s expression changed, and he immediately asked someone to call the doctor.

Dr. Li and the experts were still discussing plans when they heard about the sudden turn of events and immediately organized an emergency surgery.

Fu Bing received a phone call and asked Wu Shi to drive her to the hospital.

Inside the operating room, everyone was busy.

The defibrillation attempts continued.

Fu Bing’s hands were still weak.

Dr. Li noticed her state. "Can you use needles right now?"

"Is there a professional acupuncturist available?"

Dr. Li understood her unspoken question. "Yes, there is."

The acupuncturist rushed over immediately.

Fu Bing rapidly listed the acupoints, and the acupuncturist inserted the needles.

The acupuncturist, with a lifetime of experience, was very familiar with acupoints.

"Taodao, Qiangjian, Naohu, Feng Residence, Yamen, Mingmen, Yangguan..."

As Fu Bing continued to list them, the acupuncturist inserted the needles one after another.

Fu Bing continuously observed Rong Shizhi’s reactions.

She placed her fingers on Rong Shizhi’s pulse; there was no beat at all.

"One millimeter deeper."

The acupuncturist looked at Fu Bing in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

The acupuncturist looked to Dr. Li for confirmation. Only after Dr. Li nodded did the acupuncturist dare to insert the needles deeper.

Fu Bing’s hand never left Rong Shizhi’s wrist.

As each needle went deeper, her heart sank further.

Her already pale face turned as white as paper.

Even after the last needle was inserted one millimeter deeper, Rong Shizhi still showed no reaction on the operating table.

During this process, critical condition notices had been issued four times.

Everyone watched intently. Wu Shi stared fixedly at Fu Bing’s face.

If Rong Shizhi died in front of her, how would that be any different from watching Fu Ya pass away?

If he were to intervene now, she would definitely suspect him.

He had never expected his feigned death to fool her or Qin Sheng. She’d had her suspicions from the moment she asked him to remove his mask.

If he revealed his medical skills now, their relationship would truly be over.

A series of insistent BEEPS echoed through the operating room.

It was the sound every member of the medical staff dreaded hearing in an operating room.

Dr. Li was the first to remove his surgical cap; the others followed suit.

The legendary actress of a generation finally passed away at 4:00 a.m. on August 14th, at the age of 97.

When Rong Shizhi’s gurney was wheeled out, all the members of the Rong family were standing outside the operating room.

A stark white sheet covered the gurney.

Everyone wore a solemn expression.

Dr. Li approached Rong Li and said, "I’m sorry. We couldn’t live up to your trust."

Dr. Li was a few years younger than Rong Li, so they were considered peers.

Rong Li’s eyes were red. "I know you all did everything you could."

Rong He demanded angrily, "Where’s Fu Bing? Isn’t she supposed to be so capable? Why couldn’t she save my mom?"

Dr. Li frowned. "Xiaofu also did her best."

"Her best, my ass! My mom supported her all the way, and now that she’s spread her wings, she couldn’t care less if my mom lived or died!"

Reporters in the distance clearly recorded Rong He’s outburst.

Rong Li cut him off sharply, "If you can’t behave, then go home! Stop embarrassing us here. If you’re implying Fu Bing didn’t do her best to save our mother, then you’re also saying that everyone who worked through the night to provide medical care for her didn’t do their best either. Do you think that’s appropriate to say?"

"Don’t you try to pin this on me! I was only talking about Fu Bing! Her medical skills are so renowned, why couldn’t she save Mom?" Rong He’s expression suddenly twisted into a sneer. "Or could it be that you’ve been hoping Mom would die all along? Once she’s gone, you’ll be the head of the family, and you can start dividing the assets. You’ve disliked me for so long; you definitely won’t give me any share of the inheritance."

Rong Li’s sharp gaze shot towards Rong Lin, who immediately clamped a hand over Rong He’s mouth.

Rong Lin, the captain of a special combat team, had spent his life in the military and accumulated countless merits.

Anyone he intended to restrain would have no ability to break free.

Rong Li turned to Dr. Li and the medical team. "Please get some rest. Thank you all very much for your efforts in treating my mother."

With that, Rong Li bowed deeply to Dr. Li.

The other members of the Rong family also bowed.

The reporters captured this moment as well.

Fu Bing and Wu Shi left through a different exit.

A profound sense of powerlessness enveloped her.

Rationally, she understood that death is inevitable and that even the most advanced medical skills cannot overcome the body’s natural decline.

Emotionally, she despised her own helplessness, her inability to save the person she most wanted to save.

If her hands and feet hadn’t been injured, could she have saved her?

"Don’t dwell on it. This isn’t your fault," Wu Shi gently interrupted her spiraling thoughts.

In the darkness, Fu Bing wiped away her tears. "I feel I let her down so much. She did everything for me, always wanting what was best for me. No matter what I decided, even if she didn’t agree, she would support me. Yet, I did nothing for her."

"I studied medicine precisely so that the people I care about could live well, yet I watched her die right in front of me."

If she hadn’t studied medicine, if she hadn’t saved others before, she wouldn’t be blaming herself like this now.

But when her teacher was on the brink of life and death, she was powerless.

She hated this feeling of utter helplessness!

Wu Shi didn’t offer any more words of comfort. She would figure it out on her own eventually. This wasn’t her fault, and no blame could be placed on her.

「In the wee hours of the morning.」

Rong Shizhi’s obituary was posted by her granddaughter, Rong Lan, on her personal Weibo account.

By 8:00 a.m., right after the obituary, the top trending topic was #FuBingDeliberatelyRefusedToSaveSomeone#.

This hashtag, fueled by individuals with ulterior motives, quickly soared to the top of the trending list.

The paparazzo Lin Feng smugly watched from his rented apartment as his first major story hit number one on the trending list.

The view counts and comments kept refreshing continuously.

Initially, some netizens mocked and ridiculed Fu Bing.

But it wasn’t long before public opinion shifted.

Everyone started criticizing him, the original poster.

"Is this blogger addicted to profiting from human suffering? Teacher Rong was ninety-seven years old; her organs were failing due to age. Resuscitation is inherently difficult for someone of her advanced age. Even for younger patients, what doctor can guarantee 100% survival during resuscitation?"

"This should be common knowledge. Why is it that when Fu Bing is involved, she’s suddenly expected to save everyone? Besides, Fu Bing just survived a major car accident. She was only in that operating room, participating in the emergency surgery, out of deep concern for her teacher. Despite these incredibly difficult circumstances, she still did her best to help. And for this, she gets dragged onto the trending list and blamed for not saving her teacher?"

"I just want to ask, did Fu Ying dig up your family’s ancestral grave in her last life or what?"

Even netizens who weren’t Fu Bing’s fans knew about her car accident.

Detailed videos of the accident scene had been widely circulated at the time.

Afterwards, to reassure her fans, Fu Bing posted video updates on her recovery every ten days.

In these videos, she explained her situation in detail and also offered them as a rehabilitation reference for others in similar situations.

This trending topic had undoubtedly crossed a line for many people.

Lin Feng was dumbfounded by the backlash.

In the past, criticizing Fu Bing had always generated significant buzz.

Unwilling to give up, he posted the video of Rong He berating Fu Bing outside the operating room.

Unexpectedly, this only fueled an even more intense firestorm of criticism.