Chapter 352 Li Jingshen Lung Cancer

Li Jingshen was sent to the emergency room and was not sent out until nearly two hours later. He had various tubes inserted into his body, an oxygen mask on his nose, and a clip on his finger to detect blood oxygen.

To be honest, although Zhao Qian always knew that Li Jingshen was in poor health, he never expected that his physical condition would be so serious that even his heart had problems.

The attending physician came out with a stack of documents for the family to sign.

"The family member is not here. I'm his assistant. Can I sign for him?"

The doctor adjusted his fogged glasses and said, "His condition is so serious, and his family is not here?"

Zhao Qian didn't know what to say about Li Jingshen's family situation and just smiled awkwardly. The attending doctor's face looked a little serious, which made Zhao Qian a little scared.

"Can I take a look at this case?"

"Okay, I'll tell you about his condition in detail first, and then have him sign and put his fingerprints on it when he wakes up."

The doctor opened the computer and entered the patient's information into it. Finally, a CT image popped up on the full screen.

The doctor turned the page to the ones about the lungs, then took out a middle one from the stack of lists in front of him and handed it to Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian took it in a daze, and his breathing stopped when he saw the big words on the medical record.

"Doctor, could this be a misdiagnosis?"

The doctor shook his head, his expression heavy. "If you don't believe me, you can wait for him to wake up and recheck. Your boss knows his condition best, so don't be too sad. Medicine is advanced now, and cancer research made significant progress two years ago. Although he won't fully recover, as long as he undergoes chemotherapy patiently, stays calm, and keeps up with his checkups, he can live another ten or eight years."

"How long can he live if he doesn't get treatment?" Zhao Qian asked tremblingly.

The doctor shook his head: "The last person who wasn't treated didn't make it past three years."

Zhao Qian held the medical record in his hand and looked at it several times, staring closely at the big words on it.

——Suspected to be in the middle or late stage of lung cancer.

In fact, Zhao Qian knew how long one could live with cancer. At the beginning, Shen Zhichu took medicine on time for a period of time but still could not survive for three years.

How did Li Jingshen get lung cancer?

Zhao Qian has been worried about his health in recent years. He orders takeout for him on time every day and urges him to eat. He even considers that he may get stomach cancer, but forgets that he may get other diseases, such as lung cancer.

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

The doctor received a call from a patient at the last minute.

"I have a patient coming over here. Why don't you go to the ward and look after your boss first? When he wakes up, call me."

Zhao Qian nodded stiffly, took the medical record to the ward, and when he came to his senses, he felt cold all over.

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

Heaven has its own way of retribution. No one can escape it. It’s not that there is no retribution, it’s just that the time has not come yet.

I thought Shen Zhichu’s words “live to death” were already torturous enough, but I didn’t expect that something even more torturous was yet to come.

The person I had been thinking about came back, but he had 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 in ten years. He is destined not to grow old with Shen Zhichu.

Thirty is the prime of a man's life. He has lost the immaturity of his twenties, but has not yet been completely tainted by the sophistication of forty. A man in his thirties is a sight to behold, but this has become Li Jingshen's biggest hurdle, a hurdle he may not be able to cross.

Zhao Qian felt a little depressed, a little regretful, and sad. Why did Li Jingshen get this disease?

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

Old Master Li died a year ago, and his main property was divided into two, half to Lu Tingchuan and half to Li Jingshen.

Over the years, the two brothers have been fighting each other to the death. Li Jingshen has an iron-blooded hand and actually managed to pry 40% of the shares from various shareholders.

But...if these people knew that Li Jingshen had lung cancer, the situation...

besides……

Zhao Qian thought of the doctor's question, "patient's family members"

If Li Jingshen really wants an accident, who will come to sign? Don’t those people wish him dead?

Zhao Qian suddenly felt a little depressed. He went out to get some fresh air, but he forgot that this floor was full of critically ill patients. The oppressive atmosphere was like a dark cloud hanging over his head that was about to come down.

From time to time, cries and curses could be heard from a room. Birth, old age, sickness and death, sadness and joy were the norm in the hospital. Zhao Qian sat at the stairs for a long time.

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

Zhao Qian only sat outside for five minutes before going back. He handed over the work at hand and ordered a takeout at noon. Li Jingshen woke up just after he finished eating.

He started coughing as soon as he woke up. He was covered with a thick hospital blanket and the air conditioner was on in the room, but he could not feel a trace of warmth. There was only a biting cold, a coldness from the bottom of his heart.

Every time I coughed, my chest suddenly tightened, my throat felt itchy and painful, and a salty and bitter taste filled my mouth.

Zhao Qian quickly fed Li Jingshen the medicine given by the doctor. After he drank a few more sips of water, the violent coughing gradually stopped.

Li Jingshen lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. After a while, he recovered and tried to get up regardless of the IV in his arm.

Zhao Qian quickly grabbed his shoulder to stop him: "Boss Li, what are you doing?"

“I want to be discharged from the hospital, and I want to ask Shen Zhichu to discharge me.”

Zhao Qian's heart was choked, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You can't be discharged from the hospital yet... unless the infusion is finished."

Li Jingshen saw that there was still more than half of the medicine left, and with a flick of his right hand, he directly pulled out the IV tube. His movements were so fast that Zhao Qian couldn't react.

"I won't lose and no one will die. I want to be discharged from the hospital now."

The words "No one will die" coming out of his mouth were so ironic. Zhao Qian looked at Li Jingshen with bloodshot eyes and trembling lips: "You will die, Mr. Li, you will die."

Li Jingshen's body stiffened, and his chest was still aching. He pressed it tightly, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Qian's nervous, worried and extremely complicated expression with deep pupils.

He felt a sense of unease, and he had a hunch that Zhao Qian hadn't told him something important.

What do you mean, he will die?

Zhao Qian had been nagging him in the past three years, telling him to take care of himself or he would die.

He never took it seriously because he was already living a life worse than death and wanted to die sooner than anyone else.

But when he heard what Zhao Qian said, he was stunned. In an instant, a chill spread from his neck to his entire back.

"What's the meaning?"

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

Li Jingshen had seen many such cases, but most of them were from Shen Zhichu, and there were very few of his own.

Li Jingshen took the medical record and read it over and over again several times. His body felt numb and his chest felt as if it was being tightened by steel wire.

When he came to his senses from the case, water had fallen onto the case. Li Jingshen reached out to wipe it off, then he covered his chest and gasped for breath. The cough he had just suppressed started again. Li Jingshen covered his mouth, but this time blood couldn't be controlled and overflowed from his mouth.

He stared blankly at the sticky blood on his palms. He had lung cancer and he wouldn't live long.

There was a fishy and salty taste in the mouth and a throbbing pain in the chest. When a person is in disbelief and facing collapse, the body will automatically trigger a protective function, like a snail burrowing into a hard shell, unaware of the outside world. He could only feel pain in his chest, or more precisely, in his lungs.

Zhao Qian pressed the bell anxiously and took out a wet tissue to wipe the blood from the corners of Li Jingshen's mouth and hands. The blue bedding was stained with blood, which turned purple-black after drying.

Li Jingshen was breathing rapidly and looked very pitiful in his sick state. Medical staff soon arrived.

Li Jingshen closed his eyes in pain and leaned back in the seat. He still held his chest, which felt like it was being swollen by air, and also like a knife was stabbing into it. The pain was getting more and more, so much so that his face was distorted.

So this is what it feels like to have cancer. He seemed to have really experienced all the pain that Shen Zhichu had experienced.

He remembered what 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 I do, such as dying once. Do you dare?"

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

I don't dare to die.

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

God will not let people have everything they want. It turns out that not everyone can make up for the mistakes they have made. People can be reborn after death, but broken mirrors cannot be mended. Not everyone has the good opportunity to "abuse his wife for a while, but chase her and end up in the crematorium."

Li Jingshen clenched his teeth and coughed again. This time his teeth were stained red. The man's usual proud and ostentatious look was gone, and his handsome face was full of cold pain.

His eyes were sore, the blood was blocked but the tears could not be blocked. The tears flowed harder and harder, wetting his temples and the pillow underneath. He was in so much pain that he was hysterical.

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

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 they were married, Chen Zhichu rarely lost his temper, and never lost his temper with him. But one time, after seeing the ashtray full of cigarette butts on his desk, he sternly told him not to smoke anymore.

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

Li Jingshen hated being controlled by others the most in his life. His parents had never controlled him, so why did Shen Zhichu give him orders?

He was furious at the time and 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 arm and looked at him with a hurt face, his eyes filled with tears.

Even though her hand was hurting, she still said to him stubbornly, "Smoking is bad for your health. I don't want anything to happen to you..."

Shen Zhichu didn't hate the smell of cigarettes from the beginning. He didn't want him to smoke because he simply hoped that he would be healthy and free from disease.