Chapter 271 Don’t You Remember? (Update 1)
Shen Zhishu stayed in the intensive care unit for half a month. If his heart had not been slightly misaligned, his life would not have been saved.
Even the experienced doctor who performed the surgery on him was thankful for the small difference in position.
In the final analysis, it's just luck.
Fu Cheng quickly learned that Shen Zhishu was seriously injured and hospitalized, but he did not tell Song Shengsheng, nor did he plan to let her know.
The number of security personnel at the research institute and the university staff dormitory has more than doubled.
Prevent this kind of phenomenon from happening.
Such evil incidents must not be imitated.
When it comes to the murderer, everyone only has a vague impression of him in their minds: a young man. No one remembers what he looks like or what his motive was.
It seemed as if they had tacitly acknowledged that the murderer had been severely punished.
When Shen Zhishu opened his eyes again, it was already the end of December and the New Year was almost approaching.
He blinked his eyelids, as if he had a very long dream.
His injuries were too severe, and he was the most valued talent in the country and an indispensable talent in major national scientific research projects. Therefore, when he woke up but was unable to speak for a few days, he was urgently sent to Hong Kong, where medical conditions were better, by a special plane.
Shen Zhishu didn't want to go to Hong Kong City, but a broken bone would require him to lie in bed for several months, not to mention that he had just come back from the gates of hell this time.
He stayed in the best nursing home in Hong Kong.
The state provides funding, so he doesn't need to worry about money or anything else.
On the first day he could speak, the man endured the pain of the wound and slowly sat up from the bed. When he saw the nurse, the first thing he asked was: "How is the boy?"
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old Shen Zai looks not much different from a teenage boy.
The nurse is from Hong Kong and her Mandarin is not very good.
Even if I understood what he said, I didn't quite understand the person he was talking about.
The nurse went to call the person sent from the mainland.
He is Shen Zhishu's assistant in the Research Institute.
When the assistant heard him ask this, he said without hesitation: "Don't worry, the man has been shot dead."
The murder took place in public, and the victim was an important national talent.
The nature is extremely bad and the consequences are quite serious.
If Professor Shen had not survived, the losses would have been even more severe.
The death penalty, of course.
I heard that it has been implemented.
As for why the process went so fast, the assistant thought carefully but couldn't come up with a reason. His impression of the murderer was also vague. Even though he had been to the police station once and met the murderer, he couldn't figure out what he looked like no matter how hard he racked his brains.
It seemed as if there was always a layer of hazy mist blocking each other's faces.
I really can't remember.
Anyway, the person is definitely dead.
After hearing this, Shen Zhishu was silent for a long time.
The assistant then said, "Don't worry, your superiors take this matter very seriously. The most important thing for you now is to recover well."
Only when you are in good health can you continue to contribute to your motherland.
Shen Zhishu still didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, looking like he didn't want to talk much.
He is like this to begin with, taciturn, especially to unimportant people, and he doesn't care at all about his expression or whether the other person will be unhappy.
The assistant didn't dare to disturb him from resting, and seeing that he didn't want to talk more, he tactfully left the ward.
Shen Zhishu closed his eyes, but the face was still very clear.
No, it's not that clear.
I just remember what he looked like, his features, his voice, and his expression when he spoke.
The more I think about it, the more vague it becomes.
It’s better not to recall it deliberately.
What the other person said was clearly engraved in his mind.
"As long as you live you will hurt her."
"I won't give you the chance to hurt her again."
The answer seems to have surfaced.
There is nothing ridiculous about it.
Shen Zhishu even felt that his guess was a reasonable possibility.
He could easily infer a result, and if this result was one of thousands of possibilities, he would even be satisfied with it.
At least.
He had her.
There was also a child.
Shen Zhishu had just woken up and his physical strength and energy were not very good.
Don't think too much, as you will easily become tired and sleepy.
He quickly fell asleep again, and every time he woke up, his impression of Shen Zai faded again.
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On the other hand, Song Shengsheng still found out that Shen Zhishu was stabbed and sent to the hospital for rescue, but almost died.
This matter also became a hot topic in the compound.
After all, the Research Institute is also a good unit.
When such a terrible thing happens, other units will also use it as an example to warn everyone to be vigilant.
Song Shengsheng was also shocked when he heard that Shen Zhishu was stabbed with a knife. He was also a little scared when he heard that he had been issued several critical illness notices.
But let me be frank.
Whether Shen Zhishu will die or not has nothing to do with her.
She and Shen Zhishu would have no chance to meet again in the future.
She actually doesn't care much about Shen Zhishu's affairs.
And she wasn't in a good mood either.
Only half a month.
During the half month that Shen Zai had been missing, she really had trouble eating, sleeping, and she would always cry for no apparent reason whenever she looked at the scenery outside the window.
She didn't know why she was crying.
She thought that Shen Zai just returned to his original world, returned to his original life, his normal life.
But, but.
It turned out that she had always wanted him to stay.
Stay with him.
Instead of going back to that torn apart and tragic world.
No father, no mother.
There is no fatherly love and no motherly love.
A place with nothing.
A lonely person, like a wandering ghost.
Song Shengsheng endured this silently for half a month, until one day when she woke up from a nap with swollen eyes and was crying. She really couldn't stand it anymore.
He dressed solemnly and ran to the military region where Fu Cheng was located. After joining the army, he was sent to Fu Cheng's office.
"Sister-in-law, please wait a moment. I will go tell the commander that you are here."
Song Shengsheng held the teacup, her cold hands seemingly unable to warm up.
She nodded blankly: "Okay."
Less than three minutes have passed.
Fu Cheng is here.
Before Song Shengsheng could say anything, he held her hand in his. He saw her red eyes and asked, "Have you cried?"
Song Shengsheng couldn't hold back her tears any more. When he asked her this, her tears were about to fall again.
She put down the teacup, took his hand, looked up at him, and said to him anxiously, "I, I want to find Shen Zai, I, I miss him."
As she spoke, her voice began to sound a little tearful.
Fu Cheng paused when he heard this, and his gaze gradually turned deep as he looked at her. After a moment, he asked, "Who is Shen Zai?"
Song Shengsheng was completely stunned, his whole body was stiff and his limbs were numb.
A bad premonition spread in her heart, and she trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, she finally had the courage to speak to him, "You, you don't remember him?"
Fu Cheng frowned and held her trembling body.
He swallowed back the words he was about to ask, fearing that she would collapse after he spoke them out.
Song Shengsheng blinked her eyes, tears hanging on her eyelashes fell down, and she asked cautiously: "Don't you remember?"
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