Chapter 222: A bit weak in the legs

Shen Yanming asked Bi Qiaoan to close her eyes and wait there, then he took the thermos bucket from her hand, opened the lid, and inside was golden chicken soup that smelled fragrant.

He took out a disposable paper cup from the cabinet, poured the chicken soup into it, and felt it to find that the temperature was just right.

Then he took out a straw from Bi Qiaoan's bag, inserted it into the paper cup, and put the other end of the straw to Mr. Lin's mouth.

"Try it. This is what Qiao An stewed for you. Please be careful and stay by the stove for two or three hours." Shen Yanming said exaggeratedly when he saw that Mr. Lin did not move.

In fact, it’s not that Mr. Lin doesn’t want to drink, but people like them with sores all over their bodies no longer have the strength to swallow. Even simple sucking and swallowing can make them gasp in pain.

Therefore, critically ill patients like this rely on intravenous nutrient solution to maintain their lives every day.

Shen Yanming was of course aware of this situation, but the chicken soup had been added with some ingredients, so the old man had to drink some.

As for Zhang Heping, he wanted to stop it, but finally gave up.

Because it’s hard to tell when the old man will pass away, and maybe this chicken soup will be the last one he can drink in this world.

Looking at Shen Yanming’s encouraging eyes, Mr. Lin couldn’t bear to refuse, so he took a breath with all his strength.

When the long-lost chicken soup entered his mouth, Mr. Lin suddenly felt very satisfied. He didn't expect that at the last moment of his life, he would be able to drink the broth he had been longing for.

Old Master Lin thought to himself that Xiao Shen was more reliable than Zhang Heping and the others.

They gave him nutrient solution every day and made him lie in bed for more than half a month without eating anything. He was so greedy.

But he forgot that even though he had been given meat soup every day, he was in so much pain that he couldn't drink it!

Zhang Heping was standing by and watching the chicken soup in the paper cup slowly run out. He opened his mouth in shock. Was the old man no longer in pain, or was he having a last burst of energy?

Shen Yanming smiled, it seems that the spiritual spring water is quite effective.

Shen Yanming asked the old man, "Do you want to drink more? If you do, I'll pour you another cup. If not, put it away first and let Heping heat it up for you when you want to drink."

Thinking that the old man couldn't speak now, Shen Yanming added: "If you want to, just close your eyes, if you don't want to, just blink."

Regarding blinking, it is a physiological reaction. No matter whether the old man feels pain or not, he has to blink.

When the old man heard what Shen Yanming said, he closed his eyes. When Shen Yanming was about to pour another glass for the old man, he was stopped by Zhang Heping.

"The old man hasn't eaten for a while. Let him take his time. I'll give him something to drink later."

Shen Yanming nodded. Zhang Heping knew more about this, so he closed the lid of the thermos bucket and said to the old man, "I'll put this here for you. I'll have Heping pour it for you later."

The old man blinked to show that he understood. Shen Yanming greeted the old man and pulled Bi Qiaoan out of the ward.

When they returned to Zhang Heping's office, Zhang Heping asked, "Is what you told the old man about the medicine true?"

Shen Yanming told the truth, "I'm just guessing, I'm not sure yet. I called Dijing last night, and Mr. Qiu said he would go to the research institute today to confirm. He hasn't called me back yet, so I guess he went to confirm it!"

Zhang Heping sighed, "Then let's wait a little longer. I hope the old man can hold on until then."

Shen Yanming nodded, "I will! Since there is nothing else, Qiao An and I will go back first, and come back tomorrow to bring soup to the old man. By the way, what else do you want to eat?"

Zhang Heping was a little surprised. "Ah? I thought you were only here for this one trip! I'm fine with anything, as long as I can have enough to eat."

Shen Yanming explained: "I don't know if the old man can make it. I'll make him something delicious during this time. If it really happens... there will be no regrets."

Chen Yanming was too embarrassed to say the word "gone", but everyone knew what he meant.

Zhang Heping nodded, "You are right!"

Then Zhang Heping thought to himself whether he should suggest to the dean to provide end-of-life care for critically ill patients?

Shen Yanming didn't know what Zhang Heping was planning, so he said hello to him and left.

Bi Qiaoan opened her eyes only after leaving the hospital. She exhaled deeply, "It was so uncomfortable to walk with my eyes closed for so long. I couldn't help but want to open my eyes while I was in there!"

Shen Yanming turned around and hugged Bi Qiaoan tightly, lying on her shoulder and said, "Wait for me at home tomorrow, don't come out. If you really see something, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Bi Qiaoan was trembling when she heard Shen Yanming's voice. She was a little surprised. How terrible must this be to scare Shen Yanming like this?

“You just…” Bi Qiaoan couldn’t see Shen Yanming’s pale face through the veil, but she noticed that Shen Yanming’s hands were shaking a little.

"I was holding on. I almost vomited in there just now, but that would have been too disrespectful to the other person, so I had to suppress the nausea." Shen Yanming did not hide anything from Bi Qiaoan.

"Well, are you feeling better now?" Bi Qiaoan patted Shen Yanming's back gently, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

"I left the building and took a few breaths. The air was a bit smelly, and my mind became clearer. But my wife, my legs are weak!"

Shen Yanming was not joking, he really felt that he had no strength left. Maybe he had used up all his energy just now pretending to be calm in the building.

Bi Qiaoan nodded, let him put his arm on his shoulders, then put his right arm around his waist and slowly walked towards the parking lot.

After getting in the car, Bi Qiaoan didn't dare to let Shen Yanming drive. Although her driving skills were not good, it was still no problem on such an empty street. After all, she just needed to step on the gas and move forward.

Not long after, the two returned home. After taking off their long sleeves and long pants and removing their veils and headscarves, Bi Qiaoan saw Shen Yanming's face, which was still slightly pale.

"Please sit down for a moment!"

Although Bi Qiaoan knew that Shen Yanming was just a little frightened and there was actually no big problem, she still took care of him as a patient.

Shen Yanming waved his hand and sat on the sofa. The shock he received today made him feel a little indigestion for a while.

After waiting for half an hour, Shen Yanming finally recovered and said to Bi Qiaoan, "Wife, make some rice soup later. Make more."

Bi Qiaoan thought Shen Yanming wanted to give a portion to Zhang Heping, so she nodded and went to make rice porridge.

In fact, Shen Yanming and Zhang Heping have the same idea.

He couldn't give the spiritual spring water to everyone to use, but he couldn't just ignore it either.

Therefore, Shen Yanming thought of bringing more rice soup tomorrow, and when he got to the hospital, he would ask Zhang Heping, and if anyone wanted to drink it, he would give him some.