Chapter 17: Shen Zhichu's Advanced Gastric Cancer

Li Jingshen outside the operating room seemed to sense something. His heart ached. The sudden dull pain forced him to lean forward. He grabbed the layer of cloth on his left heart with his right hand and pressed hard.

He frowned and looked at the operating room door, feeling that something very important was getting away from him.

At this moment, the door to the operating room opened and a nurse came out in a hurry. Seeing Li Jingshen, she quickly ran forward and asked, "Are you a family member of the patient? The patient is dying, and we need you to sign a surgical agreement and a critical illness notice!"

Li Jingshen only felt his ears buzzing and he couldn't hear anything clearly. He frowned and looked at the nurse in front of him, and asked stiffly: "You said Shen Zhichu is dying? Why is she dying?"

It's just that I got caught in the rain for a while, knelt for half an hour, and didn't eat for four days. At most... I was a little weak and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood...

Why did someone tell him that Shen Zhichu was dying as soon as she entered?

The nurse saw his dazed look, and it was obvious that he didn't know the physical condition of the person inside. She explained concisely: "The patient has advanced gastric cancer and is in critical condition. The family must sign an agreement for surgery. He is also in critical condition..." The nurse looked at the man's bloodshot eyes and suddenly didn't know what to say next.

Gastric cancer? Advanced stage?

How is it possible... Shen Zhichu has never been sick, her health has always been good, how could she get this disease?

Shouldn't a woman like her be a curse for thousands of years? Why would someone tell him now that she was dying?

He must have heard it wrong and was hallucinating.

Li Jingshen staggered back a step, his knees hitting the chair behind him, and he staggered and fell down in a mess.

He began to stare at his hands again. He had clearly wiped them clean, but he still felt a lot of blood. The smell of blood was everywhere. No matter how hard he tried to wash them, he couldn't get them clean.

The patient's condition could not be delayed. The nurse brought two agreements and handed them to Li Jingshen: "Sir."

Li Jingshen looked at the critical illness notice in front of him with bloodshot eyes. A sharp pain spread from his heart to every corner of his body, and even his fingers were shaking with pain.

He took the pen and paper and looked at the critical illness notice. He knew every word, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand it.

The nurse urged him: "Sir, please sign quickly."

His hands were shaking all the time. Li Jingshen suddenly clenched his fist and punched the wall behind him. There was a dull sound, and the nurse was startled. She looked over and saw a blood mark on the wall. It was conceivable how much force he used.

Li Jing took a deep breath to suppress the pain in his heart, then lowered his head and signed his name.

"Will she be okay?"

The nurse shook her head. "The patient's condition is very critical. It's difficult for the hospital to guarantee her safety... We will do our best."

Li Jingshen handed the two documents in his hand to her. Looking at the nurse's leaving back, he instantly collapsed on the cold chair.

It felt like a piece of his heart had been dug out by a knife, leaving it empty and hollow. The unprecedented feeling of emptiness made him unable to help but grab the cloth and bend forward.

He had never imagined that such a scene would occur, Shen Zhichu's life or death was unknown inside, doctors and nurses were trying to save him, but he could do nothing.

Shen Zhichu had been by his side for four years and had always been an insignificant existence. He didn't love her, didn't care about her feelings, and didn't care about her life or death.

But when Shen Zhichu really felt that he might never wake up again, he felt so scared that his whole body turned cold, as if something important was moving away from him.

Li Jingshen was in a trance, his vision blurred. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, and then he found that the corners of his eyes were wet.

He suddenly remembered the scene six years ago when he first met Shen Zhichu. She was wearing a red long dress, her hair reached her waist, and her slight smile amazed everyone.

She walked up to him with a string of candied haws, "Li Jingshen, long time no see." Her clear eyes were full of light.

Since when did the light disappear from her eyes?

Li Jingshen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He had just taken out a cigarette but hadn't had time to light it when a cleaner passing by pointed to a sign on the wall and reminded him, "Sir, smoking is prohibited in the hospital!"

He had no choice but to put it back. His hand, which was tightly holding the cigarette box, was shaking. He looked up at the operating room with a red light on. His left atrium twitched a few more times, and it was more painful than before.

The nurse went to call Qin Mo, and Qin Mo came over soon. Looking at Li Jingshen sitting outside the operating room, he was stunned: Why did Li Jingshen appear here?

"Why are you here? Where is Zhichu?" He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Li Jingshen looked up, his eyes somewhat empty: "She's inside."

So the patient who asked him to perform emergency surgery was Shen Zhichu?

Qin Mo's face changed drastically, and his already solemn expression became even more anxious. He didn't dare to delay for a moment and rushed into the operating room directly.

Li Jingshen questioned from behind, "Qin Mo, did you know that Shen Zhichu had advanced gastric cancer a long time ago?"

Shen Zhichu and Qin Mo have a good relationship. They grew up together. As a doctor, it is impossible for Qin Mo to be unaware of Shen Zhichu's illness.

Qin Mo didn't answer, but just glanced at him coldly when he closed the door. Just one glance, and Li Jingshen's sadness was greater than his heart.

At that moment, he felt that what he was breathing was not air, but thousands of steel needles and arrows piercing his heart. For the first time, he felt what it felt like to have a heart-wrenching pain.

The operating room door closed again, and Li Jingshen's eyes went dark. He almost fell down, clutching his clothes on his chest, and a bloody taste came from his mouth.

The sound of rain outside was dripping continuously. When the boiling emotions gradually settled down, I felt that all the blood in my body was frozen, and it fell to the ground and shattered along with the rain outside.