Chapter 196 What should I do if Shen Zhichu doesn’t survive?

The doctor had seen countless patients with injuries, but he had never seen anyone injured as seriously as Shen Zhichu.

The wounds all over her body make people feel cold. To describe the people who tortured her as beasts is an insult to them.

After hearing the doctor's words, Li Jingshen seemed to lose consciousness and was isolated from the world. He fell into darkness.

The doctor was too tired to observe Li Jingshen's expression. She continued, "I can't imagine how she managed to survive until now."

The doctor had a strong sense of empathy. When Shen Zhichu was being rescued in the ICU, all the medical staff frowned.

"Mr. Li, there is something I must tell you in advance. Her ten fingers are full of steel needles. Even if the wounds heal, she will be crippled." There was no fluctuation in her tone, but it sounded like a piercing blow to Li Jingshen's ears.

Li Jingshen's eyes were filled with confusion: "Disabled? What do you mean?"

"The nerves in her fingers are damaged. She can live a normal life but she can't be as flexible as before." Writing and typing have become a problem. The pain will accompany her for the rest of her life, especially in the winter. When she gets older... The doctor stopped at this point, because according to Shen Zhichu's physical condition, she would not live to a ripe old age.

Li Jingshen's emotions were a little out of control. He remembered that he had just sent Shen Zhichu home early, and she had played a song for her. But now the doctor told her that her hand was crippled and could not be restored to its former state of soul.

The violin requires a lot of finger flexibility, and Shen Zhichu may never be able to play the violin in his life.

Li Jingshen lost control of his emotions: "You said her fingers were full of needles?"

"Didn't you notice?"

At that time, Shen Zhichu was covered in blood. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to study it carefully, for fear that he would lose his temper and go crazy.

"That's right," the doctor murmured. "Her fingers were covered in blood and her nails were cracked and falling off. Without a close look, it was difficult to see the embedded needles. Several of us doctors removed the needles and counted them. There were 28 needles in total."

Normally, it is very painful to tear off a hangnail, let alone piercing a steel needle into the nail. How painful would that be?

Cutting with a knife is a matter of a second, but using this method, the needle is inserted, tearing the flesh and forcing the nail off.

The doctor's face paled again when he thought of that scene: "Can you imagine how we took those tiny needles out of her fingers?"

Li Jingshen couldn't imagine the surgical process, let alone how Shen Zhichu watched his hand being pierced by 28 steel needles and watched the nails detach from his fingers.

Li Jingshen's jaw bulged, and a dark picture emerged in his mind. Shen Zhichu was controlled, struggling, roaring, and twitching on the ground in pain.

His eyes were burning and his face was cold. Li Jingshen was in tears. He didn't dare to think about how Shen Zhichu had survived more than an hour.

That was Shen Zhichu, the Shen Zhichu who was known as the pride of women in Rongcheng. She should have been flawless, but now she was covered in wounds.

——"Li Jingshen, if I don't come back, I hope you won't make things difficult for the Qin family, and donate my alimony."

——"Li Jingshen will never see you again."

Shen Zhichu went there with the intention of dying, but she never thought that she would suffer a fate worse than death.

The doctor was already exhausted. After waking her up, he asked the nurse beside him to help her leave.

Li Jingshen still stood there stiffly. Another half hour passed. He watched the operating room door open and the nurse hurried out to get the blood bag.

He remembered that he had prepared a blood bag when he sent Shen Zhichu in, so taking it out again now could only mean that Shen Zhichu was bleeding heavily or his blood oxygen saturation was low.

Li Jingshen couldn't bear it any longer and rushed in with the nurse.

When the nurse saw him coming up, she quickly stopped him and said, "Sir, you can't go in. You'll disturb the doctor's rescue."

"I won't go in, I'll just watch from here." There are doors and windows here so you can see what's going on inside.

The nurse didn't have time to pay attention to him. Seeing him standing there, she quickly sent the blood bag in.

Li Jingshen looked at Shen Zhichu who was being rescued inside. Various instruments were inserted into her body. Wasn't the scene before him the same nightmare he had that night?

Several doctors surrounded Shen Zhichu. The room was partitioned off from the sound. Li Jingshen couldn't hear anything, but he had good eyesight and could read lips. He vaguely saw a doctor move his lips and say, "The patient has stopped breathing."

Li Jingshen was a little confused when he saw these words. He stared blankly at Shen Zhichu who was surrounded by people trying to save his heartbeat. When a person is in extreme pain, the body will automatically trigger a protective function, and the whole person seems to shrink into a hard shell and lose response to everything outside.

Li Jingshen was like a broken machine, malfunctioning and stuck. After a long while, he suddenly rushed over like a madman and slammed the glass window hard, shouting in a trembling voice: "Chen Zhichu!"

The noise here was too loud, and the doctors and nurses had noticed it long ago. When they saw him banging on the doors and windows, they immediately came over to control him and told him not to disturb the people inside who were rescuing them.

Li Jingshen seemed not to hear, he collapsed and knelt on the ground, chanting unconsciously: "Chen Zhichu is not breathing, let me go to see her, let me go to see her..."

"It's no use going in and looking."

His eyes were suppressed, but he was still staring at the "Gate of Life and Death". Tears rolled down his eyes, and he called out Shen Zhichu's name again and again, his voice hoarse and pupil-like.

For a moment, the only sound around was Li Jingshen's sobbing, heavy and suppressed, as if he could cry out all the pain.

“What should I do if Shen Zhichu doesn’t survive?”

No one answered him. Li Jingshen was in great pain. He felt dizzy and his mind was blank. He looked at the doctor who was holding him down and prayed fragilely for a word of comfort.