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

Qin Mo hurried in, his coat was messed up: "How is the situation?"

"Oxygen saturation drops, the patient falls into a coma, and cardiac arrest... the situation is dangerous." The more dangerous the moment, the more one must remain calm.

Shen Zhichu's complexion has turned gray, his lips are black and purple, he can't feel his pulse, he can't hear his heartbeat...

"Electrocardiographic rescue."

Qin Mo took a painful breath. He had never seen such a weak Shen Zhichu. If he had cared more about her, she might not have become like this.

Sad emotions slowly spread from the bottom of my heart, like a drop of ink dripping into colorless pure water, and then slowly dyed a glass of water black.

During the long rescue, Shen Zhichu's heartbeat gradually recovered, as if returning to the light, she actually opened a gap in her eyes during this process.

The oxygen on her face covered a layer of white mist, and her vision was hazy and white, arousing her subconscious fear. When she saw Qin Mo, she felt relieved. She wanted to talk to him, but she didn't have the energy.

The pain deprived her of her body freedom, and she couldn't even move her amputated finger.

Qin Mo found that she was awake, and immediately held her cold little hand: "Can Zhichu hear my voice? You will be fine, you will recover, don't give up! Think about those who care and love you, don't you like the violin Is it? When you are discharged from the hospital, I will take you to the concert."

A line of tears overflowed from the corner of Shen Zhichu's eyes, and Qin Mo knew that she had listened.

Shen Zhichu tried to open Ou Qing's lips, trying to make a sound: "Qin...Qin Mo..."

She was too weak, and the voice she made was so small that it was almost inaudible. Qin Mo put his ear close to him, and only vaguely heard her say, "I'm in so much pain..."

Qin Mo gritted his teeth to suppress the sourness. His eyes were red, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from Shen Zhichu's temples: "Persist for a while and it won't hurt, you have always been very strong."

Shen Zhichu blinked her eyes, her vision became more and more blurred, she saw things as double images, she opened her mouth, trying to breathe like a stranded fish, a weak smile appeared on her bloodless lips, she said slowly in a hoarse voice: "...Don't tell Li Jingshen about my illness."

In this situation, the person she thought of was still Li Jingshen, why didn't she tell him?People like Li Jingshen should regret their mistakes for the rest of their lives, live in guilt every day, and have no peace day and night.

Qin Mo woke up and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Shen Zhichu looked at the dazzling surgical light above his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

Shen Zhichu's emaciated body was equipped with various instruments and tubes, and the gastric cancer needed to be washed before the operation for gastric cancer. After seeing the undigested accumulation inside, Qin Mo's eyes turned a little red again.

It was filled with paper pulp, which means that the food that Shen Zhichu ate before this was toilet paper!

How could she eat that kind of thing?

Qin Mo instantly thought of Li Jingshen outside the operation door.

He gritted his teeth hard to suppress the heart-biting anger.

The operation was not successful, and Shen Zhichu could barely breathe, and this breath might disappear at any time.

Shen Zhichu was transferred to the intensive care unit for examination. If he did not recover within 48 hours, he would face danger again.

……

The door of the operating room was pushed open, and Qin Mo came out. He took off his mask and looked at Li Jingshen sharply.

Li Jingshen tried to raise his feet and walked over to ask Shen Zhichu's situation, but his feet became extremely heavy as if filled with lead and iron, and he couldn't even move his feet a little.

Qin Mo walked up to him, Li Jingshen asked in his heavy voice, "How is she?"

Qin Mo suddenly raised his hand and punched Li Jingshen's face with no force left, Li Jingshen staggered and took a few steps back.

He tilted his head, clenched his hands on both sides of his thighs into fists, and repeated the question just now: "How is Shen Zhichu?"

"Thanks to you, I didn't die, I just lost half my life, and I kicked the door of hell."

Qin Mo's words were like a steel needle piercing his throat. Under the dull pain, his eyes turned black and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Qin Mo looked at Li Jingshen's painful expression, and said sarcastically, "You are the one who caused such a result, Li Jingshen, why do you have the face to pretend to be suffering here? You won't be worried about you after the beginning, you should still care about it." Someone you should care about."