Chapter 200 He paid a cruel price for his arrogance
He thought Shen Zhichu would only suffer some minor injuries, that those people would not make things too difficult for her, and that he could rescue her as quickly as possible and protect her.
However, things were completely different from what he expected. He couldn't describe the feeling. He lost control and collapsed completely.
Is this what "regret" feels like? He's never done anything in his life that made him "regret" anything. Even if he felt a little unwilling, he could quickly calm down. He was so confident that after seeing Shen Zhichu, who was covered in life-saving devices, he completely lost his mind and miscalculated for the first time in his life.
Li Jingshen seemed to hear something in his heart shattered instantly.
"Chen Zhichu... Chen Zhichu..." Tears blurred his vision. He gently held Shen Zhichu's hand and called her name again and again, trying to wake her up.
There was no sound when he cried, only tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me that you had stomach cancer? Why did you lie to me!" His mind was in a mess, and the only muscle supporting him completely broke, and the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.
The only sound in the quiet ICU room was Li Jingshen's breathing, heavy and mournful. They had never known that a man's suppressed crying could be so sad, as if he could cry out all his pain.
The medical staff at the scene couldn't bear to watch. Li Jingshen, who had just fallen into madness, seemed to be just an illusion. His calmness was just a facade and would be shattered at the slightest touch.
Now any words of comfort were useless, Shen Zhichu's lying down suppressed his arrogance.
Li Jingshen was crying but he felt nothing, only his face was cold. He reached out and touched it, only to find that he was already in tears.
He looked at the tear marks on his fingertips and couldn't recover for a long time. In his memory, the first time he cried like this was on the day his parents died.
This place was filled with oppressive despair, which made him afraid to stay, but he couldn't leave. He had to watch over Shen Zhichu until he woke up.
He clenched his teeth, trying to ease the spasmodic pain in his heart.
Li Jingshen stood up, his legs were numb, a force rushed to his head and his vision went dark. He slowly held onto the headboard to steady himself.
After a long while, Li Jingshen asked, "She will wake up, right?" He was not asking, but confirming.
The doctor was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "If the patient's will to survive is stronger, he may recover in the future." He said this very tactfully. After all, the chances of a vegetative patient waking up are too low, and Shen Zhichu also has stomach cancer. He is afraid that he will die before he wakes up.
Li Jingshen's eyes dimmed, and he pursed his lips slightly and said nothing.
Shen Zhichu is still in critical condition, and medical staff are on alert 24 hours a day, fearing that her heart will stop again.
The patient had been in the ICU, and Li Jingshen was sitting next to the bed. He hadn't slept or eaten for two days and nights, and hadn't drunk any water for nearly twelve hours. His lips were dry and peeling.
His face was pale and even looked a little weak. He was in deep sorrow and grief, but his face showed no emotion. Therefore, when Zhao Qian brought his men over, he did not notice anything unusual.
"Mr. Li, what happened to Madam?" It was clearly an ordinary ward, but Zhao Qian felt that it was much colder inside than outside, as if the air conditioner was on, making people afraid to go in.
"Vegetative." Li Jingshen said these three words lightly.
Zhao Qian widened his eyes in astonishment, moved his lips but ultimately said nothing. He quietly placed his fully charged cell phone and spare clothes on the table and left.
As soon as Zhao Qianyi left, he was the only one left in the ward. Li Jingshen reached out his hand, his fingertips touching Shen Zhichu's chin and finally her neck. There was a circle of red marks, and there were obviously several deep needle holes on the neck veins.
Sliding down further, he saw Shen Zhichu's clavicle. The wound had been treated and was wrapped in gauze, so the bloody scar could not be seen.
But he clearly remembered that when he was holding Shen Zhichu, a sharp object like a silver hook dug into her.
Li Jingshen's hands couldn't help shaking, and the touch from his fingertips was uneven. When Li Jingshen's fingertips first touched those wounds, it felt like they were burned.
His nerves were tense, as if a huge rock was pressing on his shoulders and making it hard to breathe. Li Jingshen felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
God punished his arrogance in the cruelest way.
The cell phone on the table vibrated. Li Jingshen turned around and saw that it was Xia Mingyue who called him.
An indescribable fatigue arose from his heart, and Li Jingshen finally picked up the phone.
"What's the matter?" His voice was hoarse.
Xia Mingyue also heard it through the phone, and asked with concern: "Jingshen, why is your voice so hoarse? Do you have a cold?"
"No, what's the matter with you calling me?"
"I... Depth of Field, I'm scared. Can you come and accompany me?" Xia Mingyue's injuries looked serious in the photo, but compared to Shen Zhichu's, they were only minor injuries. Her right hand was fractured, and the rest were superficial injuries that could be fully recovered.
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