The Strongest Rebirth: It's not easy to mess with a beautiful wife

Sheng Mingxuan smiled weakly, and said, "I want to come here myself."

Li Sichen looked at the sweat on his face and secretly cried out that something is wrong, this is a symptom of cold sweat due to excessive blood loss, he immediately stopped him and said: "You must go to rest, I am here, you can rest assured."

"No, no need—" As he was speaking, Sheng Mingxuan's eyes suddenly went dark, and he was about to fall backwards.

"Young Master Sheng!" Lu Jiu hurriedly supported him, but Sheng Mingxuan didn't respond.

Li Sichen picked up the fainted Sheng Mingxuan by the waist, walked to the other side of the corridor, and asked as he walked, "How much blood did he donate?"

"900ml." Lu Jiu replied.

Li Sichen paused slightly, then walked faster.

After sending Sheng Mingxuan to the hospital bed, the doctor quickly hung up the nutrient solution for him and performed a series of checks. Fortunately, there was no major problem.

"You stay here and watch, I'll watch over her." Li Sichen ordered.

Lu Jiu walked to the bedside and said, "You go, I will take good care of Young Master Sheng."

Li Sichen walked to the door of the room, looked back at Sheng Mingxuan who was pale and closed his eyes, and then turned to leave.

If Sheng Mingxuan wasn't present today, maybe Jiang Li would really be gone.

In the past, let him pass.

After what happened just now, Li Sichen finally recognized him in his heart. For Jiang Li, he was willing to give up his life, so what is unforgivable?

Not long after returning to the door of the operating room, the door was opened, and it was not the nurse who came out first this time.

In Li Sichen's heart, he was more nervous than ever, and for a while he didn't open his mouth to ask about Jiang Li's situation. He was afraid that if the answer he wanted was not the answer, he would not have the courage to listen.

The young doctor took off his mask and walked up to Li Sichen, his eyes were as calm as ever.

"President Li," he said, "your wife is fine, and she can be transferred to the general ward immediately."

"What did you say? Say it again?" Li Sichen seemed to have not heard clearly, his ears were buzzing, and he reconfirmed in disbelief.

The young man smiled slightly and said word by word: "I said, your wife is fine. You can transfer to the general ward later. You should be able to open your eyes tomorrow morning. Now she is still sleeping because of the anesthesia."

With an excited expression on his face, Li Sichen said sincerely, "Thank you doctor."

"No, it's just my job."

After curing a patient, the young doctor is also very happy. Whenever he cures a difficult patient, he feels a sense of accomplishment.

With the sound of their conversation, the sleeping Jiangli was pushed out, and they went to the general ward together.

The wards of this private hospital are well-equipped with kitchens, bathrooms and balconies, and even the windows are filled with budding green plants. I just hope that the patients who live in can see such a vibrant scene and feel better. , which is conducive to the progress of the disease.

The medical staff moved the Gracilaria to the hospital bed and left.

The young doctor pulled Li Sichen aside and explained his condition.

"The patient not only has a chest injury, but also has scratches all over her arms, her head has also been hit by gravity, and there is also a knife wound on her leg. At present, she has only dealt with the fatal injury on her chest. As for whether there are other problems, You have to wait until she wakes up in the morning before checking, besides, the wound will itch when it heals, and the patient will scratch herself unconsciously, you should pay attention..."

The young doctor gave instructions carefully, and when he heard the injuries the doctor said, Li Sichen's eyes were terribly dark.
After explaining the precautions, the doctor left.

It was very late now, the outside world seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and he had to go back to the hotel to rest.

Lu Jiu took care of Sheng Mingxuan in another ward, and Li Sichen was the only one left in Jiang Li's ward.

The ward was equipped with a family bed, but Li Sichen had no intention of lying on it. He squatted beside Jiang Li's bed, watching her quietly.

After being rescued for more than nine hours, it can be said that Jiang Li, who had escaped death, had no blood on her face. Her already fair skin looked a little paler at the moment, but this whiteness was morbid and fragile, which made people feel sick. I dare not reach out to touch it, for fear of breaking this dreamlike scene.

Li Sichen looked at her with soft eyes that could almost drip water, and his eyes swept over her forehead, her eyebrows, her face, her nose and her pale lips one by one...

He greedily looked at her over and over again, without even blinking his eyes, as if he could never get enough of it, never tired of it.

His gaze finally settled on her slender fingers.

The temperature in the room is just right, even if you wear a single piece, you won't feel cold.

Li Sichen took her weak and boneless little hand, and gently placed it in his big palm, not daring to make too much movement, for fear that it would involve the wound on her arm, which would not be conducive to healing.

Jiang Li had already changed into the hospital gown, but Li Sichen seemed to be able to see the scars under her clothes. He stared at her chest and murmured: "I will definitely take care of everything you have endured." Give it all back to him..."

It was late at night, and Li Sichen was afraid that the light in the room would make her sleep unsteadily, so he turned off the light, and stayed by her bedside with the faint light from the window.

The room was plunged into darkness, but it didn't seem to affect Li Sichen's sight. He locked onto Jiang Li's figure tightly in the darkness, and felt Jiang Li's pulse from time to time.

He was so scared, he was afraid that this was just a dream, the blood-stained appearance of Jiang Gracilaria during the day seemed to be branded in his heart, so that he would never forget that scene, and he would probably remember the panic feeling of forgetting to breathe for the rest of his life .

"Things like today will never happen again." In the dark, he said softly but firmly.

He kept looking at him, unaware of the passage of time. He didn't know how long it had passed, but he felt a sense of fatigue. Li Sichen gradually couldn't hold on anymore, closed his eyes, and knocked his head on Jiang Li's bedside.

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In the early morning, there is still a faint mist outside the window, as if covering the earth with a misty gauze.

When the first ray of golden sunlight pierced through the mist and shone in from the window sill and sprinkled on the ground, the sleeping person on the bed gently opened his eyes.

where is this?

As soon as Jiang Li opened her eyes, she saw the white ceiling above her. She was in a daze for a while, feeling like she didn't know where she was.

She only remembered that when the bald man was about to kill her, Li Sichen led Lu Jiu and rushed in first. Just as she untied the rope on her body, she saw Ye Fengxing was about to shoot Li Sichen.

Before she could even react, she pushed him away and let herself get shot.

Then she passed out and knew nothing.

The five senses recovered little by little, and Jiang Li realized that he was saved now, and felt rejoiced in his heart.

Thinking of her whole life, no, it should be said that her two lives, always so many disasters, but at the critical moment, there is no danger, it seems that God still blesses her.