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

"Investment projects?" Shen Zhichu frowned, and ignored Shen Changnan's words, if he really had business acumen in this area, then Grandpa would not have entrusted the Shen family to her.

"If you know, transfer the money over. I'm in a hurry to use it now."

Shen Zhichu said: "I can give you the money, but you must send me the information of the investment project for my review."

Which father has been controlled by his daughter like this?Shen Changnan felt ashamed, cursed at the phone, scolded Shen Zhichu for being a loser, should have killed him early in the morning, said a few cruel words and then sold it miserably.

Giving a slap and giving a candy, Shen Zhichu has been used to these tricks for a long time, after listening to them, he just replied flatly: "Is there anything else you want to say? I'm busy here, if I don't, I'll hang up. "

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, I'll show you!" Shen Changnan hurriedly stopped her, for fear that if she repented, the duck would fly away.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhichu stayed by the computer and received the document from Shen Changnan not long after. She forwarded the document to the assistant and asked her to print a copy and make a cup of coffee for her by the way.

When the document was delivered, Shen Zhichu lowered his eyes and looked at it. She didn't stop until a cup of steaming coffee was brought to her table. The coffee exuded a mellow fragrance. The Blue Mountain coffee I was waiting for had a fragrant aftertaste, but it was still too bitter.

She loves sweets and dislikes bitterness. She used to take a piece of medicine with a piece of sugar, but now she has to rely on this bitter coffee to keep her spirits up.

Shen Zhichu took a sip, put it down, and continued to concentrate on looking through the documents in his hand.

Shen Changnan invested in real estate, with special plans, certificates, and a seemingly reliable team... Shen Zhichu called Shen Changnan to press for money within half an hour of looking through it.

The assistant knocked on the door, and Shen Zhichu, who was single-minded, answered the phone while letting the assistant in. She glanced over to signal her to speak.

Assistant: "Mr. Shen, Doctor Qin is looking for you downstairs."

Why is Qin Mo here?Shen Zhichu was taken aback for a moment, he had no time to care about Shen Changnan, so he hurriedly said "I know" and hung up the call.

"Go down and ask him to come up, and then find someone to make a cup of tea and bring it in."

During the period when the assistant went to invite Qin Mo, Shen Zhichu remitted 200 million to Shen Changnan's account.

Shen Zhichu stared at the phone until the screen went black, but she couldn't wait for her father to thank her. She laughed at herself, and finally threw the phone on the table.

"President Shen, Doctor Qin is here."

The office door was not closed, and when she saw Qin Mo coming in, she waved to the assistant beside her to signal her to go out.

"Sit here." Shen Zhichu said and stood up. Her office is very large, with a special area for meeting guests and discussing matters. She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows and led Qin Mo to sit on the sofa.

As soon as Qin Mo came in, he smelled a strong smell of coffee. Following the smell, he looked on the table and saw a cup of coffee that was half drunk. He frowned: "Why are you still drinking coffee?"

"Can't you drink it?" Shen Zhichu pushed the tea on the coffee table towards him, and asked casually, "What are you doing here today?"

Qin Mo sat down: "It seems that you have forgotten everything I told you last night."

Shen Zhichu's outstretched hand froze suddenly, she retracted and sat quietly on the sofa with her head down, looking like a child who did something wrong.

"Today you have to go to the hospital with me no matter what."

Shen Zhichu didn't look up at Qin Mo, but at a pot of withered green plants beside her. She moved her lips: "What are you going to do?"

"Detailed examination, determination of treatment plan, hospitalization."

Qin Mo looked at Shen Zhichu carefully. He hadn't seen Shen Zhichu for only a month, and she was so thin. He couldn't imagine how a person who used to be afraid of getting a cold injection to cry would endure the pain of stomach cancer attack?

Shen Zhichu shook her head, the broken hair on her forehead covered the emotion in her eyes: "Qin Mo, my illness is like this potted flower, the root has rotted, no matter how much I treat it, it can't be cured."

"Chuchu, how do you know it won't work if you don't try it? You can work day and night, and try your best to please a man who doesn't love you for four years, but why don't you spend a little time with you? Physically?" Qin Mo felt unworthy for Shen Zhichu, who was only under 24 years old.

She should be healthy, happy, full of vigor, and enjoy the best life, instead of being content with a boring marriage, trapping herself in work, and not enduring the torment of cancer.

Qin Mo walked up to Shen Zhichu's side and patted her head as he did in the past: "Nowadays the medical science is advanced, as long as you don't give up on the treatment and surgery, there will be..." He suddenly stopped talking in the middle of the sentence, because he Seeing that Shen Zhichu's eyes were red.

Shen Zhichu stroked the withered yellow leaves with his right hand, and murmured: "Then tell me how high is the probability of success of the operation? Is it 50%, or 20%, or 0.1%?"

Qin Mo pursed his thin lips tightly, but said nothing.

"Forget it." Shen Zhichu pulled the chapped lips and smiled, "You better stop talking, it's better not to give that little hope."

She understood what Qin Mo meant, who doesn't want to live?Don't want to have a healthy body?But she has never heard that people with advanced gastric cancer can survive...

With Shen Zhichu's right hand, the withered yellow leaf shattered in her hand and fell from her fingers.