Chapter 22 Does He Know My Illness?
Does Li Jingshen love Chen Zhichu?
Speaking of love, why did he stand by and watch indifferently when Chen Zhichu knelt down in the rain in front of everyone and lost all his pride?
He said he didn't love her, but he stayed here with Chen Zhichu for two days and two nights without closing his eyes.
The nurse shook her head and said she didn't know.
Li Jingshen didn't say anything and began to daydream again, as if the person who asked the question just now was not him.
The nurse pushed the medicine cart out of the intensive care unit. At noon, Zhao Qian came to report to Li Jingshen with a stack of information.
After reading it, Li Jingshen signed a few urgent documents and handed them to Zhao Qian, then asked, "How is Shen Changnan doing?"
"I have handed in the evidence as you instructed. Shen Changnan will not die." At most, he will have to pay some money, which made Zhao Qian a little confused.
You said that it took so much effort to send Shen Changnan to prison for the death penalty, why are you now handing over the evidence to court to prove his innocence... Doesn't this make all the manpower and money spent in the early stage go to waste?
Zhao Qian didn't understand. He had followed Li Jingshen for so many years and knew that the CEO never did business at a loss. He was ruthless and ruthless. To say he was a capital vampire was not an exaggeration. He could peel off the skin and bones and would never leave a trace of the other party.
Li Jingshen lowered his eyelids: "Okay, go back."
Zhao Qian didn't move. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Boss Li, Miss Xia couldn't get through to you, so she called me and asked when you'd be back..."
"Don't worry about her. Keep focusing on the case of Shen Changnan. Also, clean up the online news about the video of Shen Zhichu kneeling."
"...Yes." Zhao Qian didn't expect that his casual question would cause so much trouble. He touched his nose and left quietly.
Li Jingshen stood up and took a cup of warm water. He skillfully took a cotton swab, dipped it in water, and carefully applied it on Shen Zhichu's chapped lips.
He smiled bitterly. Not only did Zhao Qian not understand him, sometimes he even didn't understand himself.
Originally, it was agreed that Shen Changnan would be spared and spend the rest of his life in prison, but now he actually planned to release Shen Changnan from prison, completely scrapping his previous plan.
Why do this?
Maybe he simply didn't want to irritate Shen Zhichu and didn't want to see the disappointment in her eyes.
Shen Zhichu couldn't die yet. She had to live. She had the same blood as Xia Mingyue. They had signed an agreement. If Xia Mingyue was in danger and injured, who would he turn to for help without her?
Li Jingshen threw away the cotton swab in his hand, stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open a crack. After several days of rain in Chengdu, it finally cleared up today. The sunlight slipped in through the window, like a thin layer of golden sand sprinkled on her quilt.
After staying indoors for too long, his eyes were not used to the sudden sunlight. Li Jingshen squinted his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, and actually saw a rainbow in the sky.
He turned around and looked at Shen Zhichu, who still had his eyes closed on the bed. "Shen Zhichu, the sun is shining brightly outside, and there's a rainbow. When you wake up, I'll push you out to take a look."
His voice was so gentle that he himself didn't even notice it.
"Whatever you worry about will not happen. The Shen family will not fall, your father will not die or go to jail, and I will not go back. I will stay here with you forever."
Shen Zhichu's fingertips moved, and the quiet instrument beside the bed suddenly made a sound.
Li Jingshen was startled and quickly went over to grab Shen Zhichu's hand. He leaned over to stare at her face and called her name twice.
Shen Zhichu's eyelashes trembled, and his dark eyes slowly opened and narrowed into a slit...
The moment Shen Zhichu opened his eyes, he saw a white ceiling.
Her brain was like a pile of loose sand, unable to concentrate at all. She stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time before she noticed Li Jingshen standing beside the bed.
She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. She watched the man hurriedly ring the bell, then went to the door to call someone, then came back to her, held her hand, and said something.
Shen Zhichu was very unfamiliar with Li Jingshen like this. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. She moved her hand and the IV needle on the back of her hand hurt a little. Only then did she realize that she was not dreaming.
She frowned and looked over. There was a needle on the back of her hand connected to a transparent hose with a bag of milky white liquid hanging on the net. The liquid was dripping very slowly.
After a while, Qin Mo came over with two nurses and drove Li Jingshen out of the room.
"Zhi Chu, does your body still hurt?" All the body data has returned to its previous state, and the person will not be in danger for the time being.
Shen Zhichu looked at Qin Mo, speechless, and could only shake his head to tell him that he was not in pain.
In fact, how could a body not feel pain after just waking up? Her hands were cold, her body was sore, the anesthetic had long worn off, and her wounds were aching slightly, but she was used to suppressing all these so as not to worry those who cared about her.
Qin Mo touched her hair and said, "You've been in a coma for 46 hours. It's normal that you can't speak. You can take some water to moisten your throat later."
She had just undergone surgery and could not eat for the time being, so she could only rely on nutrient solution to maintain her body functions.
Shen Zhichu nodded again.
Qin Mo turned around and took a glass of water, then slightly lifted Shen Zhichu's head and looked at her as she took two sips.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Okay... a little better..." His voice was hoarse and it hurt to speak, as if there was a thorn stuck in it.
Shen Zhichu spoke softly, and the other people in the ward couldn't help but slow down their movements and wait for her to speak, and it became very quiet for a while.
It was so quiet that only a woman's slightly rough voice could be heard. She tilted her head to look at the door and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does he know about my illness?"
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