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

Li Jingshen was sent to the emergency room, and it took nearly two hours before he was sent out, with various tubes inserted into his body, an oxygen mask on his nose, and blood oxygen detection clips on his fingers.

To be honest, although Zhao Qian always knew that Li Jingshen was in poor health, he did not expect his physical condition to be so serious that he even had a heart problem.

The attending doctor came out with a stack of materials for the family members to sign.

"The family members are not here, I am his assistant, can I sign for you?"

The doctor straightened his foggy glasses and said, "His physical condition is so serious, isn't his family here?"

Zhao Qian couldn't say anything about Li Jingshen's family situation, so he just smiled awkwardly, and the attending doctor's face was a little dignified, which made Zhao Qian a little scared.

"Can I have a look at this case?"

"Okay, I'll tell you about his situation in detail first, and let him sign and stamp his fingerprints when he wakes up."

The doctor called up the computer and entered the patient's information into it, and finally a screen full of CT images popped up.

The doctor drew the page to the lungs, and then took out the middle one from the pile of sheets in front of him and handed it to Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian took it in a daze, staring at the large characters on the case sheet.

"Doctor, could this be a misdiagnosis?"

The doctor shook his head, with a heavy expression on his face: "If you don't believe me, you can wait for him to wake up before re-examination. Your boss's body knows what's going on by himself, so don't be too sad. Now that medicine is advanced, cancer research is only two years away. He has achieved great results before, and although he cannot fully recover, as long as he undergoes chemotherapy and patiently receives treatment in the hospital, maintains a good mood, and has re-examinations on time, he can live for ten or eight years."

"How long will he live if he dies?" Zhao Qian asked tremblingly.

The doctor shook his head: "The last one who was not treated didn't survive three years."

Zhao Qian held the case sheet and looked at it several times, staring at the big characters on it.

— Suspected advanced stage of lung cancer.

In fact, Zhao Qian knew how long he could live with cancer. At the beginning, Shen Zhichu took medicine on time but he still couldn't survive for three years.

How did Li Jingshen get lung cancer?

Zhao Qian has been worried about his health in the past few years, and ordered him takeaway every day to urge him to eat. He even considered that he would get "stomach cancer", but he forgot that he would get other diseases, such as lung cancer.

Li Jingshen would get lung cancer. After thinking about it, it was not surprising. After Shen Zhichu died, he drank and smoked, and the ashtray was never empty.

The doctor temporarily received a call from a patient.

"I have a patient who is coming here temporarily. You think you should go to the ward to see your boss first. When he wakes up, you call me."

Zhao Qian nodded stiffly, took the case to the ward, recovered, feeling cold all over.

He walked to the bed, looked at Li Jingshen's thin and pale face, and only thought of one sentence.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, and if the heavens spare anyone, it's not that they don't repay, the time has not yet come.

I thought that Shen Zhichu's sentence "live to old age and die" was enough to torment people, but I didn't expect that the more tormenting people were yet to come.

The person who has been thinking about it all the time is back, but he has lung cancer.

Even if it can be cured, it will take at most ten years. Li Jingshen is 33 years old and will be 43 years later, so he is destined not to grow old with Shen Zhichu.

Thirty years old, for men, this age is the heyday, without the youthfulness of the 20-year-old, and not yet fully contaminated with the sophistication of the 40-year-old, a man in his 30s is a landscape, but this has become Li Jingshen. The biggest hurdle may not be crossed.

Zhao Qian was a little frustrated, a little pity, pity, why did Li Jingshen get this disease?

Sitting on the chair, Zhao Qian took out his mobile phone and wanted to read it, but he didn't know what to look at. He just stared blankly at the date on the mobile phone, and then looked up at the potion hanging on his head.

Mr. Li passed away a year ago, and his main property was divided into two, half to Lu Tingchuan and the other to Li Jingshen.

These two brothers have been fighting to the death and life, and Li Jingshen has iron-blooded wrists, and unexpectedly forcibly pried out 40% of the shares from the mouths of various shareholders.

But...if these people know that Li Jingshen has lung cancer, the situation...

and also……

Zhao Qian thought of the phrase "patient's family" asked by the doctor

Li Jingshen is really going to be surprised, who will come to sign, don't those people all wish for him to die?

Zhao Qian suddenly felt a little depressed. He went out to get some air, but he forgot that this floor was full of critically ill patients, and his breath was depressed like a dark cloud hanging over his head was about to be suppressed.

From time to time, crying and cursing could be heard from a room. The hospital was born, old, sick, and dying. Sorrow and joy are the norm. Zhao Qian sat leaning against the stairs for a long time.

He also had cigarettes in his bag, thinking of Li Jingshen's illness, Lika crushed the cigarettes and threw them into the trash can.

Zhao Qian only sat outside for 5 minutes before going back. He handed over the work in hand, ordered a takeaway at noon, and Li Jingshen woke up just after eating.

Coughing as soon as he woke up, he was covered with the thicker quilt of the hospital, and the air conditioner was still on in the room, but he couldn't feel any warmth, only the biting cold, the cold from the bottom of his heart.

Every time he coughed, his chest suddenly tightened, his throat was itchy and sore, and a salty and bitter taste permeated his mouth.

Zhao Qian hurriedly fed Li Jingshen the medicine given to him by the doctor, and after drinking a few more sips of water, the strong cough gradually stopped.

Li Jingshen was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. After a while, he regained his strength and was about to get up despite the infusion on his arm.

Zhao Qian hurriedly held his shoulder to stop him: "President Li, what are you doing here?"

"I want to be discharged from the hospital, and I will ask Shen Zhichu to leave the hospital."

Zhao Qian's heart was blocked, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You can't be discharged from the hospital yet...or you haven't finished losing."

Li Jingshen saw that more than half of the potion was still there, and with a movement of his right hand, he directly pulled out the infusion tube, which was so fast that Zhao Qian couldn't react.

"If you don't lose, you won't die. I'm leaving the hospital now."

The words "no one will die" from his mouth was so ironic, Zhao Qian looked at Li Jingshen with scarlet eyes, and his lips moved: "You will die, Mr. Li, you will die."

Li Jingshen's body froze, and there was still a dull pain in his chest. He pressed it tightly, and looked up at Zhao Qian's nervous and worried expression with deep pupils.

A sense of uneasiness rose in his heart, and he had an intuition that Zhao Qian had something very important that he hadn't told him.

What do you mean, he will die?

These words, Zhao Qian has been nagging in his ears for the past three years, telling him to take care of his health or he will die.

He never took it seriously, because his life was worse than death, and he hoped that he could die sooner than anyone else.

But at this moment, he was stunned when he heard Zhao Qian's words, and a chill spread from his neck to his entire back for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Qian didn't dare to face Li Jingshen's questioning tone, his eyes dodged, he let go after a long while, Li Jingshen opened the drawer and took out the medical record, and he carefully put it on the quilt.

Li Jingshen has seen many cases like this, but most of them belong to Shen Zhichu, and there are very few of his own.

Li Jingshen took the case back and forth and read it several times, his body felt numb, his chest seemed to be wrapped and tightened by steel wires.

When he recovered from the case, water fell on the case, Li Jingshen reached out to wipe it, and then he covered his chest and panted heavily, the cough he had just suppressed rose again, Li Jingshen covered his mouth, This time blood overflowed from his mouth uncontrollably.

He spread his palms blankly and looked at the sticky blood on them. He has lung cancer, and he won't live long.

The mouth is salty, and the chest hurts suddenly. When a person is unbelievably facing a collapse, the body will automatically trigger the protection function, like a snail getting into a hard shell, knowing nothing about the outside world, he can only feel his chest It hurts, more precisely the lungs.

Zhao Qian rang the bell in a hurry, took out a wet tissue and wiped the blood from the corners of Li Jingshen's mouth and hands. The blue quilt was stained with blood, which turned purple-black after drying.

Li Jingshen was breathing rapidly, looking very pathetic with a sick look, and soon the medical staff arrived.

Li Jingshen closed his eyes in pain, and leaned back on the seat. He still held his chest, which seemed to be propped up by gas, and seemed to be pierced by a knife, and the pain became more and more serious. His face contorted in pain.

It turned out that this was the feeling of having cancer. He seemed to have really tasted all the pain Shen Zhichu had suffered.

He remembered the words Shen Zhichu said when he left a few hours ago.

——"Li Jingshen, you want me to accept your apology, unless you suffer as much as me, such as dying once, do you dare?"

If it was two days ago, if he didn't know that Shen Zhichu was back, he would definitely be willing to die, but now he doesn't dare.

Don't dare to die.

After Shen Zhichu came back, he didn't want to die, really didn't want to die.

God won't let people get everything they want. It turns out that not everyone can make up for the wrong things. People can be reborn after death, but broken mirrors can't be reunited. Not everyone has the "wife abuse for a while, chasing wife crematorium" like this good opportunity.

Li Jingshen gritted his teeth and coughed again, this time his teeth were stained red, the man's usual proud and flamboyant expression was gone, his handsome face was full of sore spots.

The sockets of his eyes were sore, the blood was blocked but the tears could not be stopped, the tears flowed more and more fiercely, wet the temples and the pillow underneath, he was in so much pain that he was hysterical.

He turned his eyes, his eyes moved from the ceiling to the outside of the window, the foggy weather was like smoke, Li Jingshen suddenly remembered at this moment when he and Shen Zhichu were still together many years ago.

Shen Zhichu doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, and hates smoking, but he always likes to smoke in front of her.

During the four years of their marriage, Shen Zhichu seldom lost his temper, let alone to him, but one time when he saw the cigarette butts in the ashtray on his desk, he told him not to smoke anymore.

That was one of the few times she got angry at him.

Li Jingshen hated people taking care of him the most in his life, and his parents didn't take care of him, so why should Shen Zhichu tell him what to do.

He was out of breath at the time, so he picked up the ashtray at hand and threw it at Shen Zhichu, hitting her arm.

The weight of the crystal ashtray should not be underestimated. At that time, Shen Zhichu covered his arms and looked at him with a hurt face, his eyes filled with tears.

Even though his hands were so painful, he still insisted on telling him: "Smoking is bad for your health, I don't want anything to happen to you..."

From the very beginning, Shen Zhichu didn't hate the smell of cigarettes. He didn't want him to smoke, but simply hoped that he would be healthy and free from disasters and diseases.