Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Li Jingshen returned to the hospital after dealing with Chen Jiaxing.

Li Jingshen's originally ashen face softened a little after seeing the sleepy Shen Zhichu.

"Why aren't you awake yet?"

The doctor explained: "Miss Shen's blood was detected to be drugged and she was frightened. She may have to wait until tomorrow when she wakes up."

Hearing the word "drug", he was afraid that it would rise up to his neck along his spine, and his heart tightened and loosened again. He didn't dare to think about what would be waiting for Shen Zhichu if he went a little later. result.

Li Jingshen didn't even have time to change his clothes, his shirt was stained with blood, the doctor looked at him: "Mr. Li, why don't I watch Miss Shen here, and you go back and change first?"

Li Jingshen took a look at his clothes, and then he noticed the blood on them: "I'll have my assistant bring them over later."

He said so, and the doctor didn't want to talk too much, so he left after a few precautions.

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When Zhao Qian delivered the clothes to the hospital, he saw Li Jingshen sitting on the head of the bed, doing nothing but holding Shen Zhichu's hand. His back was facing the light, his face was shrouded in shadows and he couldn't see any expression, only his eyes radiated With a little warmth.

warmth?Zhao Qian was startled, he could actually see warmth on Li Jingshen's face, he rubbed his eyes.

Li Jingshen said coldly: "What are you doing outside the door?"

Zhao Qian put down his hand and took a look, and sure enough, he was wrong.

Zhao Qian went in and carefully lifted the suitcase and put it on the ground: "Mr. Li, your and your wife's clothes and toiletries are all inside."

"I'll go change it, you stay here and guard her." Li Jingshen opened the suitcase and rummaged through it to find a change of clothes.

There is everything in the VIP ward. It is more like a small hotel than a hospital. Li Jingshen went in and took a simple shower and came out. The light in the bathroom shone on his face. I don’t know if it was because the light was too white or because There was water on his face, and Li Jingshen's face turned pale without blood. For a moment, Zhao Qian thought he was also injured.

"Okay, you can go back, I will stay in the hospital to take care of her, and you will take care of the company's affairs."

Zhao Qian took it for granted and became numb to this kind of work arrangement.

After Zhao Qian left, he was the only one left in the ward. Once he fell into silence and had nothing to do, he would inevitably think wildly.

Thinking of the scene where he rushed into the underground casino room today, no matter how calm he was, he lost his composure in the face of that situation.

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In the middle of the night, Shen Zhichu suddenly had a fever, and when Li Jingshen found out, he immediately rang the bell to call the doctors and nurses.

The fever was caused by wound infection. The doctor gave Shen Zhichu an injection of antibiotics and then said to Li Jingshen: "Miss Shen has a little fever, it's not a big problem, remember to give her some water."

Seeing that Li Jingshen's brows were tightly furrowed, he knew that he must be worried to the point of death, and comforted him: "Don't worry, she will definitely wake up tomorrow, you should also go to bed earlier, don't wait until she wakes up and you have no energy to take care of her." she."

Li Jingshen nodded.

Seeing that his gaze was on Shen Zhichu's face, the doctor didn't say anything more, and left the ward and closed the door gently.

Li Jingshen gently stroked Shen Zhichu's pale face, this woman always bruises herself all over her body.

Shen Zhichu cared a lot about the people around him, but he didn't care much about his own body, he was able to go to the underground gambling city alone and desperately for a man like Shen Xiuli.

Li Jingshen was angry that Shen Zhichu didn't care about his body, but think about it, he and Chen Jiaxing also used Shen Xiuli to take her forcibly.

Li Jingshen leaned against the head of the bed to support his forehead, and pressed down the throbbing tendon.