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

Li Jingshen's mood gradually turned around. He glanced at Qin Mo, then turned and walked towards the intensive care room.

The room was full of the smell of disinfectant, Li Jingshen twitched his eyebrows inadvertently, and he walked to the bedside step by step, looking at Shen Zhichu's face that was so pale that there was no trace of life.

It was very quiet in the ward, and there was no place to hide from the loneliness. The feeling of emptiness was different from that at home. It was so lifeless that it made people feel a little stuffy after staying for a long time. Li Jingshen sat down and stared at the dripping medicine in the infusion tube. For the first time, feeling scared.

What are you afraid of?

I was afraid that Shen Zhichu would just fall asleep like this and never wake up again.

Li Jingshen's nose burst into sour gas, the sourness was so strong that even tears rushed out, he went to hold Shen Zhichu's slender wrist with trembling hands.

The hospital gown is already the smallest size, but Shen Zhichu was still too big to put it on. When he raised his hand lightly, a section of the sleeve fell off, and he saw a few conspicuous needle holes on his thin white arm, with a circle of purple red and dried-up yellow around the needle hole. potion.

"Shen Zhichu, I didn't know you were sick, it was so serious."

He suddenly remembered that day when he locked Shen Zhichu in the bedroom, Shen Zhichu knocked on the door and screamed that she was going to die.

At that time, he snorted and didn't take it seriously, thinking that she was playing tricks.

He has never seen Shen Zhichu get sick, but it doesn't mean she won't get sick or die.

At that time, why didn't he listen to her well and let her out?

"Shen Zhichu... Shen Zhichu..." Tears blurred his vision, he held Shen Zhichu's hand and face and leaned closer, calling her name over and over again, trying to wake her up.

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Time passed bit by bit, and Qin Mo came in halfway to check Shen Zhichu's body. The various data of his body were relatively stable, and it depended on whether he could wake up after 48 hours.

Qin Mo glanced coldly at Li Jingshen, both of them were concerned about Shen Zhichu at this moment, they met and looked at each other coldly, but they didn't verbally abuse and fight like before.

Li Jingshen has not slept for 40 hours, his eyes are dry and bloodshot, exhaustion and drowsiness is an instinct of the body, but Li Jingshen dare not sleep, he is afraid that if he closes his eyes, Shen Zhichu will be scared and thirsty when he wakes up...

Li Jingshen raised his hand and lightly touched the wound on Shen Zhichu's forehead, his fingertips trembled slightly, and now Shen Zhichu was like a fragile glass doll, as if it would break if touched lightly.

How long can you live with advanced gastric cancer?

Li Jingshen didn't dare to investigate or ask, for fear that the result he got would be the most unacceptable to him.

In fact, one can imagine that it is terminally ill, and it is destined not to die of old age like a normal person. The life of a terminal patient is like a dead leaf on an autumn tree branch.

Shen Zhichu was infused with fluids all day long. Two bags of nutrient solution were used for four hours a day, plus other medicines. Calculated, the infusion alone would take [-] to [-] hours.

The indwelling needle was stuck on the back of Shen Zhichu's hand, the needle hole was small and the flow was slow, and it didn't hurt that much, but even so, the back of her hand was still swollen, and her hand was cold.

Shen Zhichu took over the Shen family at the age of 18. At that time, she was still a half-grown girl. She had to act strong, not only to carry the company, but also to take care of the two "family members" who sucked her blood and scolded her for losing money.

With so much burden at such a young age, it is almost overlooked that she is only under 24 years old.

The nurse came in again to change Shen Zhichu's dressing, Li Jingshen looked at her quick movements, and couldn't help asking, "Will she wake up?"

The nurse looked back after applying the medicine, and inadvertently met his red eye sockets. In the past two days, the man has changed a lot, his pupils are red, his eyes are black and blue, and his beard is sloppy. Did not sleep for two days.

The nurse withdrew her gaze, she was a little unpredictable, and the video and photos of Shen Zhichu kneeling in front of reporters two days ago were on the trending searches.

I'm afraid no one in Rongcheng would know. She saw a video shot by a passer-by. Li Jingshen was standing not far from Shen Zhichu at that time, with a cold expression on his face. He didn't intend to help him at all. He just stood behind him and watched coldly. Shen Zhichu knelt down, facing the difficulties of the reporters and the bullying of the victim's family alone.

According to reliable sources, Shen Zhichu knelt in the torrential rain for half an hour at that time.

Ordinary people can't bear kneeling for half an hour, let alone in the heavy rain, and with a body like Shen Zhichu's... No wonder he vomited blood that day, and his stomach cancer broke out.