Chapter 28 Scarred Hands
The nurse was still as thin as the young nurse just now. She was still worried about Shen Zhichu. When the bell rang, she volunteered to push the medicine cart over. Various scenes were in her mind, but she didn't expect that when she opened the door, she would see Shen Zhichu's bloody hand.
The originally neat and clean ward was in a mess, with papers scattered on the floor, IV tubes tangled up on the bed, and medicine bags thrown all over the floor.
The most striking thing was Shen Zhichu's injured hand. The entire back of his hand was stained red with blood, even on the sheets.
"What...what happened? Did he bully you?" The young nurse looked at Shen Zhichu's hand, then at her slightly red eyes, and spoke very carefully as if to take care of her emotions.
Shen Zhichu shook his head, his voice hoarse from crying: "I did it myself."
The nurse wasn't quite convinced.
She took out cotton swabs and disinfectant from the medicine cart and carefully lifted Shen Zhichu's left hand. The blood had coagulated and needed to be cleaned.
Bleeding was oozing out from the place where the needle had pierced. The wound wasn't that big, but it had been there for too long, and the needle hole was too big to stop the bleeding in a short time.
"It might be a little painful, just bear with it."
"Yeah." Shen Zhichu responded softly, looking up at the ceiling absentmindedly. He had already gotten through the most painful times, so this was nothing.
The young nurse took out the IV catheter and looked at her scarred left hand. She knew she couldn't give injections with this hand anymore.
The nurse asked, "Is it okay to inject the right hand?"
Shen Zhichu asked, "How many days do I have to take the infusion?"
The young nurse flipped through the booklet, which contained several densely packed pages, and made a rough estimate: "It will probably take ten days or half a month."
Will it take so long? Shen Zhichu frowned, not knowing whether she could go to the trial smoothly next week. She sighed: "Let's get it."
The nurse was very skilled and the injection didn't hurt much. It was still an indwelling needle, but it was a bit inconvenient to insert it into my right hand.
After changing Shen Zhichu's dressing, the nurse thoughtfully changed her quilt and cleaned up the papers on the floor. She stared at the fake medical records and asked Shen Zhichu, "Is your husband back home?"
Shen Zhichu pursed his dry lips and nodded.
The young nurse didn't know what to say for a moment. Shen Zhichu was the eldest daughter of the Shen family. Three days ago, she was the pride of the women's circle in Rongcheng.
What is reported online now is that she stole someone else's fiancé, knelt down in the street to save the marriage, and ignored the bankruptcy of the Shen family and the fact that her father became a murderer and was imprisoned.
She didn’t understand the various demonizations on the Internet and the grudges among the wealthy families, but she truly felt sorry for Shen Zhichu.
At first, the outside world glorified her and packaged her as an invulnerable strong woman. Who could have imagined that she was seriously ill and would not live more than two years due to advanced stomach cancer.
Any words of comfort now sounded pitiful. The young nurse moved her lips for a long time and only said one sentence: "Take good care of yourself."
"Don't worry, something like this won't happen again. Sorry to bother you today." Shen Zhichu made a shallow arc. When she smiled, there would be very shallow dimples on both sides of her cheeks. It is said that people with dimples have particularly sweet smiles, but when she smiled, there was bitterness in her face.
"It's no trouble, no trouble." The young nurse quickly shook her head and left quietly while pushing the medicine cart.
The rumbling sound of the rollers gradually became smaller and then disappeared, and the whole room suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that she could hear the sound of potions falling above her head.
When people are quiet, their minds can't help but let go, and once she lets go, Li Jingshen's shadow will quickly occupy her mind, and she can't get rid of it no matter how hard she tries. This seems to have become a habit.
Li Jingshen really went back.
It will never come again. She heard that Li Jingshen had been guarding her during the 46 hours she was in a coma. She felt like she was dreaming and didn't even dare to believe it.
There are still five days until Shen Changnan's retrial, and Li Jingshen really hasn't appeared in these five days.
The people Shen Zhichu saw most often in a day were either the nurse who took care of her or Qin Mo.
Qin Mo works in the hospital and is very busy most of the time, but whenever he has time, he will go to the ward to accompany her and persuade her to have chemotherapy.
Chen Zhichu is a person who is afraid of pain and is very delicate. She is so delicate that she cries out in pain when she hears about injections, let alone chemotherapy which is like scraping bones.
Sure enough, Shen Zhichu shook his head as soon as he heard about chemotherapy.
"No chemotherapy." Chemotherapy can prolong life and is more conducive to treatment, but she has already given up. Seeing that Qin Mo still wanted to persuade her, Shen Zhichu said bluntly, "Chemotherapy will cause a lot of hair loss. I don't want to be bald before I die. That would be more painful than death."
"It's already this late and you're still thinking about your hair?" Qin Mo shook his head helplessly. Although he looked conflicted, he wasn't as solemn as before.
"You also know that I like to put on makeup and dress up." Shen Zhichu smiled, his attitude was very perfunctory, "and you also know that I am a person who is very afraid of pain."
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