Chapter 21 He was afraid that Shen Zhichu would not wake up
Li Jingshen's mood gradually returned to normal. He glanced at Qin Mo, then turned and walked towards the intensive care unit.
The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Li Jingshen's eyebrows twisted inadvertently. He walked step by step to the bed and looked at Shen Zhichu's pale face without a trace of life.
The ward was very quiet, and loneliness was everywhere. The empty feeling was different from that at home. The dead air made people feel suffocated after staying there for a long time. Li Jingshen sat down, stared up at the medicine dripping in the infusion tube, and felt scared for the first time.
What are you afraid of?
I was afraid that Shen Zhichu would continue to sleep like this and never wake up again.
Li Jingshen felt a surge of sourness in his nose, so strong that it even brought tears to his eyes. He reached out with trembling hands to hold Shen Zhichu's slender wrist.
The hospital gown was already the smallest size, but it was still too big for Chen Zhichu. He raised his hand slightly, and the sleeve fell off, revealing several conspicuous needle holes on his thin white arm, with a circle of purple and dried yellow medicine outside the needle holes.
"Chen Zhichu, I didn't know you were sick, and so seriously ill."
He suddenly remembered that day when he locked Shen Zhichu in the bedroom, Shen Zhichu banged on the door and screamed that she was about to die.
He scoffed at the time and didn't take it seriously, thinking she was playing some trick.
He had never seen Shen Zhichu sick, but that didn't mean she wouldn't get sick or die.
Why didn't he listen to her and let her out at that time?
"Chen Zhichu... Chen Zhichu..." Tears blurred his vision. He held Shen Zhichu's hand and leaned his face close to hers, calling her name over and over again in an attempt to wake her up.
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Time passed little by little. In the middle of the day, Qin Mo came in to check Shen Zhichu's body. His physical data were relatively stable. It depended on whether he could wake up after forty-eight hours.
Qin Mo glanced at Li Jingshen coldly. Both of them were worried about Chen Zhichu at this time. They looked at each other coldly but did not verbally abuse or fight like before.
Li Jingshen hadn't slept for 40 hours. His eyes were dry and bloodshot. Fatigue and sleepiness were natural, but Li Jingshen didn't dare to sleep. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, Shen Zhichu would wake up and get scared and thirsty...
Li Jingshen raised his hand and gently touched the wound on Shen Zhichu's forehead, his fingertips trembling slightly. Shen Zhichu was now like a fragile glass doll, as if it would break with the slightest touch.
How long can one live with advanced gastric cancer?
Li Jingshen didn't dare to investigate or ask, for fear that the result he would get would be the most unacceptable to him.
In fact, it is easy to imagine that it is a terminal illness and the patient is destined not to die of old age like a normal person. The life of a terminally ill patient is like dead leaves on autumn branches.
Shen Zhichu was on intravenous drip the whole day, two bags of nutrient solution a day, one bag for four hours at a time, plus other medicines, so all in all, the intravenous drip alone would take twelve or thirteen hours.
There was an IV needle stuck in the back of Shen Zhichu's hand. The needle hole was small and the flow was slow, so it wasn't that painful. But even so, the back of her hand was swollen and her hand was cold.
Shen Zhichu took over Shen's at the age of 18. At that time, she was still a half-grown girl. She was strong-willed and wanted to take on not only the company but also the two "family members" at home who sucked her blood and called her a money-loser.
She has so much to bear at such a young age that one almost forgets that she is only less than 24 years old.
The nurse came in again to change Shen Zhichu's dressing. Li Jingshen looked at her nimble movements and couldn't help but ask, "Will she wake up?"
After the nurse finished hanging the medicine, she looked back and inadvertently met his bloodshot eyes. It had only been two days, but the man looked completely different. His pupils were red, there were bruises under his eyes, and his beard was untidy. It was obvious that he hadn't slept for two days.
The nurse withdrew her gaze. She was a little confused about Li Jingshen's emotions. A few days ago, the video and photos of Shen Zhichu kneeling in front of reporters became a hot search.
I'm afraid everyone in Rongcheng knows that she saw a video taken by a passerby. Li Jingshen was standing not far from Shen Zhichu at the time. His expression was cold and he had no intention of helping. He just stood behind and watched coldly as Shen Zhichu knelt down, facing the reporters' difficulties and the bullying of the victim's family alone.
According to reliable sources, Shen Zhichu knelt in the heavy rain for a full half hour.
Ordinary people can't stand kneeling for half an hour, let alone in a rainstorm, and with a body like Shen Zhichu's...it's no wonder that he vomited blood that day and had stomach cancer. Now he is still hanging on to his breath, which is a blessing in disguise.
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