Chapter 187 I Have a Problem
Lao Du adjusted the frame of his glasses, "Your mother..."
Ji Xilan was known among the wealthy wives for her arrogance and fiery temper; Liang Jishen was said to resemble her. Daughters-in-law who were well-matched were naturally married off with lavish ceremony. For those whose family backgrounds were vastly different, 70% of the time, they would marry because of the "mother's status depended on her son," obtaining a marriage certificate after pregnancy, creating a "double happiness." The remaining 30% simply broke up the couple.
Liang Jishen knocked on the corner of the table and said, "Borrow a light."
Lao Du opened the drawer and threw him a copper lighter.
He got up and went out.
The back door of the corridor leads to the rooftop, opposite which is the glittering China World Trade Center. There is an intersection every 500 meters, and a traffic light at each intersection. At that time, the traffic was so busy that there was no end in sight.
Liang Jishen took out a cigarette and lit it.
He didn't care whether He Sang was pregnant or not, but because of his special status as the son of the Liang family and the head of China Overseas Group, his marriage and family were magnified by the outside world. There was no news of a child within two years of marriage, and rumors came one after another from the Liang family, colleagues, and even his sworn enemies.
Liang Jishen was clean and self-disciplined in love affairs. He was not weak or overdrawn. Therefore, the rumors would only attack He Sang. In order to compete for the heroine, he played too much and damaged his foundation, and he could not get pregnant.
He knew that He Sang was not that kind of woman, but she was sensitive to all the dirty water thrown at her, and the Liang family's attitude must be dissatisfied with her. Even if he protected her with his own strength, there would always be times when he could not protect her well enough.
Liang Jishen lit three more cigarettes, but before he finished the third one, he put it out and returned to Lao Du's clinic.
"Ask someone to get me a men's health report, dated today, for my records."
Lao Du didn't understand. "What report?"
"When I was 24, I went to Southeast Asia to arrest a gang across the border. I was bitten by a snake in the rubber forest. The local medical conditions were poor, so I delayed treatment. The virus in my blood was not completely cleared, making me unfit for reproduction. I was afraid that I would pass it on to my children."
"You have a question?"
"I'm fine. I recovered after returning home." Liang Jishen said expressionlessly, "I kept this a secret from the Liang family, and He Sang didn't know about it either. Just assume that I wasn't cured and that it was my fault."
Old Du understood completely that he was taking the blame on himself to deal with the Liang family and the outside world's malicious slander against the little girl. "Ji Shen, this is not a joke. This is a huge flaw for a man. You are in a prominent position--"
"Just do as I tell you." He returned the lighter and walked out of the clinic.
Four female police officers were changing shifts at the stairs, two going to the fourth floor and two going downstairs. When they passed by each other, Liang Jishen saw their work ID cards in their pockets. One group was Gu Jianghai's subordinates and the other was Zhao Kai's subordinates.
"Are you conducting an interprovincial handover?"
"Inspector Liang!" the policewoman was surprised. "You're also in the hospital. Is your headache coming back?"
In their line of work, everyone was used to calling him Prosecutor Liang, and even after he resigned, they never changed their name.
"A physical examination," he said casually. "Is it a female prisoner?"
"Yes, the last name is Song."
Liang Jishen frowned, "Song?"
"Her name is Song He. The first-instance judgment will be given next month. She had a heart attack while in detention, so we sent her for treatment."
He was silent.
The policewomen looked at each other in confusion, "Do you know him?"
Liang Jishen still didn't answer, his eyes swept across the fourth floor, "Are they out of danger?"
"She's been transferred to a general ward and will be discharged on Saturday. Her mother inquired about medical parole yesterday and will probably apply for it after the verdict."
He nodded slightly and returned to the infusion room.
He Sang sat on a chair in the corner with a window above his head.
It was pitch black outside the window. Her shadow was reflected on the glass, a long, slender strip. Liang Jishen's shadow overlapped with hers. He laughed, "Yours is big, mine is small."
He Sang turned his head and sure enough, his shadow was inside her shadow.
"Where have you been?"
"Catch up with Doctor Du." He closed the door. "I was in the army training before, and the project was to survive in the wild for a month. Doctor Du was the military doctor for the female soldiers, and also took care of the male soldiers, simple wound bandaging and serum injections."
He Sang stared at him. He reeked of cigarettes. Liang Jishen was quite restrained in the hospital. He would not smoke unless he stayed there for too long and felt the urge to smoke.
He is not actually addicted to cigarettes, but he is worried about something and likes to think about countermeasures while smoking.
Relieve depression and relieve stress.
He Sang clutched the bed sheet tightly, "Am I terminally ill..."
Liang Jishen took off his cigarette-smelling windbreaker and hung it on the hook to dissipate the smell. He walked over and wiped her face carelessly. "What are you thinking about?"
"Doctors avoid patients and only discuss the condition with their families. It's a terminal illness."
"Why should I let you go for acupuncture?" Liang Jishen sat down and stared at her for a while, his eyes feeling a little sore.
He Sang can be said to be strong, but also weak, and timid. No matter how big the problem is, he is never bothered or disturbed. He handles it on his own for fear of dragging him down.
Liang Jishen hugged her and asked, "Does the needle hurt?"
"pain."
He held the drip tube, his palms warmed up, and the swelling and pain when it flowed into his veins were less severe. "If you're tired, take a nap. I'll carry you to the car after the drip is finished."
He Sang was not sleepy at all and lay in his arms. Liang Jishen's heartbeat was strong and powerful, just like his chest which was as strong and vigorous as steel.
"You need to take some Chinese medicine. You like Yangji preserves. Buy a pound on the way home to cover the bitterness."
He lowered his head slightly, placed his lips on her forehead and kissed her gently. Her skin was cool, not too hot all year round.
He Sang didn't ask why, "Okay."
"You agreed so readily?" Liang Jishen stroked her hair, which was fragrant and smooth. "Don't you hate taking medicine the most?"
She said nothing.
The man lifted her chin. Perhaps because the light was too bright, her face looked pale, and she followed his movements and raised her head obediently.
Liang Jishen felt a pang of anxiety and also frowned, "It's really ugly."
Only then did He Sang laugh.
After the IV drip was finished and the needle was removed, Ji Xilan called and asked him what was going on.
Liang Jishen held his phone in one hand and buttoned his coat with the other. "I'm not feeling well, and I haven't slept well lately." He pressed the phone to He Sang's ear and deliberately raised the volume. "Mother is concerned about your health. You should thank her."
He Sang immediately said, "Thank you."
When Ji Xilan heard that she was not pregnant, she was planning to blame He Sang. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening and the third brother had to go to work the next day. She had mobilized so many people and hadn't gotten anything out of it. Unexpectedly, the third brother came back and said thank you. It was a soft knife that choked her. It was inappropriate for her to complain anymore.
She had no choice but to ask, "Going back to the old house?"
Liang Jishen replied, "Go back."
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