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

He thought that Shen Zhichu would only suffer some minor injuries, that those people would not embarrass her too much, he thought that he could rescue her as soon as possible and protect her well.

However, things were completely different from what he thought. He couldn't describe the feeling, lost control, and collapsed across the board.

Is this what "regret" feels like?He has never done anything in his life that made him "regret". Even if he is a little bit unwilling, he will soon be able to calm himself down. He is so confident that after seeing Shen Zhichu who is full of instruments to continue his life, he completely loses his mind. For the first time in my life, I lost my mind.

Li Jingshen seemed to hear something in his heart shatter instantly.

"Shen Zhichu...Shen Zhichu..." Tears blurred his vision, he gently held Shen Zhichu's hand, calling her name one after another, trying to wake her up.

There was no sound when he cried, only tears kept falling down the corners of his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me that you had stomach cancer, why did you lie to me!" His brain was in a mess, the only tendon that supported him was completely broken, and he had difficulty breathing due to the pain.

In the quiet ICU room, only the sound of Li Jingshen's breathing was left, heavy and mournful. They never knew that a man's suppressed cry could be so sad, as if he could cry out all the pain.

The medical staff at the scene couldn't bear to look at it. It seemed that Li Jingshen, who had fallen into madness just now, was just an illusion.

Now any words of comfort are useless, Shen Zhichu's arrogance is suppressed by lying down.

Li Jingshen was crying but he didn't feel anything, only felt his face was cold, he reached out his hand to touch it, only to find that his face was already full of tears.

He looked at the tear stains on his fingertips, and couldn't recover for a long time. In his memory, crying like this was the day his parents died.

This place is full of repressed despair, which makes him afraid to stay any longer, but he can't leave, he must guard Shen Zhichu to wake up.

He clenched his back teeth, trying to ease the spasm-like pain in his heart.

Li Jingshen stood up, his legs were numb, he rushed to his head and his eyes turned black, he slowly supported the head of the bed to stabilize his body.

After a while, Li Jingshen asked: "She will wake up, right." Not asking, but confirming.

The doctor froze for a moment, nodded and said: "If the patient has a stronger sense of survival, maybe he will recover in the future." He said this very tactfully, after all, the chance of waking up from a vegetable is too low, and Shen Zhichu still has stomach cancer, I'm afraid He died before he woke up.

Li Jingshen's eyes dimmed, and finally he pursed his thin lips slightly and said nothing.

Shen Zhichu was not out of danger yet, and the medical staff were on guard 24 hours a day, for fear that her heart would stop again.

He was in the ICU all the time, and Li Jingshen was sitting next to the bed. He hadn't slept or eaten for a day and two nights, and hadn't drank water for nearly twelve hours. His lips were already dry and peeling.

His face was pale, and he even looked a little weak. His inner grief was hard to calm down, but there was not much fluctuation on his face, so when Zhao Qian came down with his hands, he didn't notice anything unusual.

"President Li, what's wrong with Ma'am?" It was clearly an ordinary ward, but Zhao Qian felt that the room was much colder than the outside, and it was as daunting to enter as if the air conditioner was turned on.

"Vegetable." Li Jingshen said these three words lightly.

Zhao Qian's eyes widened in astonishment, he moved his lips and finally said nothing. He put the fully charged mobile phone and a change of clothes on the table and left.

As soon as Zhao Qian left, he was the only one left in the ward again. Li Jingshen stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched Shen Zhichu's chin, and finally reached her neck. There was a circle of red marks, and there were obviously several deep needle holes in the jugular vein. .

Sliding down further, he saw Shen Zhichu's collarbone, the wound had already been treated, and the bloody scar could not be seen covered by gauze.

But he clearly remembered that when he was holding Shen Zhichu, something sharp like a silver hook dug into her body.

Li Jingshen's hands trembled uncontrollably, and the touch from his fingertips was uneven, and Li Jingshen's fingertips seemed to be scalded when he first touched those injuries.

The nerve collapsed very tightly, as if there was a huge boulder pressing on his shoulders, making it hard to breathe, Li Jingshen's heart felt like a knife was twisting.

Heaven punished his ego in the cruelest way.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Li Jingshen turned his eyes to look over, and it was Xia Mingyue who called him.

An indescribable exhaustion came from his heart, and Li Jingshen finally picked it up.

"What's the matter?" His voice was hoarse.

Xia Mingyue heard it through the phone, and asked concerned: "Shen Jing, why is your voice so hoarse, do you have a cold?"

"No, why did you call me?"

"I... I'm afraid of the depth of field, can you come and accompany me?" Xia Mingyue's injuries looked serious in the photo, but compared to Shen Zhichu's, they were only minor injuries, with a broken right hand , the rest is skin trauma can be fully recovered.