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

The temperature dropped in the middle of the night, Shen Zhichu shivered from the cold, and curled up into a ball on the ground.

In addition to the cold and the pain, the stomachache broke out again. She breathed into the palm of her hand to warm it up and covered her stomach, but this couldn't stop the pain after all.

She had to take medicine, but her medicine was in the drawer inside. Shen Zhichu tried to untie the handcuffs on his left hand, but his wrists were burned red if he didn't untie them.

Shen Zhichu looked inside, pursed his lips, and then took out an egg from his pocket.

Fortunately, this time she prepared a boiled egg in advance, so she wouldn't have to chew toilet paper to fill her stomach like last time.

She cracked the eggshell with one hand, peeled it off bit by bit and ate it slowly. People with stomach problems would be prone to acid reflux if they didn’t eat egg yolks, but she couldn’t help it.

The egg yolk was very dry and hard to swallow. Shen Zhichu wanted to drink water, but she stared at the bathroom with extravagant expectations.

I almost starved to death last time, will I die of thirst this time?

Shen Zhichu showed a wry smile, Li Jingshen did everything in terms of torturing her without repetition.

She licked her dry lips and put the half-eaten egg beside her. She looked up at the window, the stars in the sky had disappeared, and there was a layer of mist on the glass. It was raining.

A gleam of hope flashed in Shen Zhichu's dark eyes. She stood up, raised her right hand and pushed open a window forcefully. The window opened, but her hand was not so long, she couldn't touch the rain outside at all, let alone drank.

The throat suddenly felt wet, Shen Zhichu covered his mouth, blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, the blood that he had held back for a long time spat out was dark red.

The pale face showed extreme pain, and Shen Zhichu couldn't help vomiting blood. The body was prostrate on the ground, and the left hand was hanging stiffly on the railing, pulling the whole body.

Shen Zhichu was slumped on the ground, her hair was spread all over the floor and covered her face, she looked through the gap to the drawer which was only five meters away from her, where her life-saving medicine was kept.

A hoarse murmur came from his throat, and there were dull pains in his stomach. The pain seemed to flow from the blood to the heart, as if someone was clenched tightly.

Shen Zhichu raised his right hand tremblingly, his face was blue, an overwhelming despair enveloped her, tears blurred her vision, pupils gradually dispersed and lost focus over time.

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Shen Zhichu was already in a semi-comatose state at this time, her body was weak and limp on the balcony, there was still a puddle of blood under her face, scratches and puncture wounds all over her hands, arms and legs, which were particularly glaring on her fair skin.

The window was half open, and the cold wind mixed with drizzle came in and fell on her body. It was very cold. She was afraid of the cold, and now she was still wearing thin clothes. She tried to maintain consciousness, but she didn't even have the strength to move her eyelashes.

Shen Zhichu woke up in the hospital, before he could recover, he heard the person next to him ringing the bell anxiously, and then ran to the door.

"Doctor Qin, Miss Shen is awake."

When Shen Zhichu heard the word "Doctor Qin", he knew that she was saved by Qin Mo again this time.

"How is it? Does it still hurt?" Qin Mo circled the edge of the bed and looked at Shen Zhichu who was lying on the bed.

Shen Zhichu looked at him in confusion, and said in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't hurt, but it's uncomfortable." His body was very heavy, and he couldn't exert strength even if he wanted to.

Qin Mo is a doctor and knows where she is suffering and what she needs, so he quickly got a glass of water and helped Shen Zhichu get up to feed her.

Shen Zhichu's throat felt dry and uncomfortable, he drank a whole cup before recovering.

"Do you want more?" Qin Mo asked looking at the bottomed out cup.

Shen Zhichu shook his head weakly.

Qin Mo put down the cup, rocked the bed so that she could lean against the back of the bed, "I'll order you some porridge and you can eat it when it's delivered."

Shen Zhichu opened his eyes and seemed to be distracted, and it took a while before he responded to Qin Mo: "Okay."

Qin Mo made a phone call, and after handing over the work to others, he sat by the bed with peace of mind to accompany Shen Zhichu.

Shen Zhichu had regained his senses at this moment, and felt guilty seeing Qin Mo standing beside her bed: "Qin Mo, go and do your work, I'm fine by myself."

"I don't have a job today, so let me talk to you for a while. You've been holding back since your father died, and you didn't say anything even though you were sad. You're like this... sooner or later you'll get sick."

Qin Mo wanted her to confide, but she really didn't know what to say. She looked out of the window and asked out of her dry throat: "How did you know something happened to me?"

"You should come to the hospital for an examination today."

As soon as Qin Mo reminded Shen Zhichu, she also remembered that the hospital had asked her to come to the hospital for a stomach examination at least once a month.

"I forgot."

"I guess so." Qin Mo said, "I have called you many times but no one answered. Thinking of the pulp that was washed out of your stomach before, I was worried that something like that would happen to you again, so I went to Bancheng was looking for you, but I saw you..."

"Li Jingshen is such a beast!" He is just a dog who can't change his shit.

Qin Mo will never forget the scene he saw when he broke into Shen Zhichu's house.

Shen Zhichu curled up cold on the ground, his left hand was handcuffed and hung on the railing, one hand was blue, and the wrist was worn out.

There's blood all over the ground, and there's blood-stained glass, and you can tell what's going on just by looking at it.

At that time, Shen Zhichu's breath was weak, his whole body was as cold as ice, so pitiful, he didn't know how Li Jingshen was so cruel.

Fortunately, he found Shen Zhichu in time and sent him to the hospital. His left hand was injured. If he went later, his whole arm might be suspended and dislocated.

And her stomach, the cancer cells spread faster than before, not to mention two years, now it is even difficult for one year.

"Thank you for saving me again." Shen Zhichu looked at his bandaged right hand.