Chapter 281 Li Jingshen's Hand is Disabled
Shen Zhichu walked out of the kitchen while taking off her apron. When she saw Li Jingshen sitting at the dining table, her dark pupils became deep. She adjusted the gloves on her hands and stretched out her fingers.
She had the gloves custom-made for her. They are warm, non-slip and shake-resistant, allowing her to hold things more steadily and tightly.
Li Jingshen poured a bowl of soup for Shen Zhichu and placed it where she usually sat. “I haven’t eaten the meal you cooked for a long time.”
Shen Zhichu sat down: "Then you should eat more later."
Li Jingshen was stunned for a moment, then surprise burst out from his eyes. He didn't expect Shen Zhichu to respond to him.
"Okay, I will, I will eat more." Because he was too excited, his voice was trembling.
Shen Zhichu looked at the soup in front of her, picked it up and took a sip. Li Jingshen saw that she drank it and immediately picked up some food for her.
Shen Zhichu used a spoon and fork when she ate. At this moment, she held the silver fork and looked at Li Jingshen's hand in front of her without saying a word.
A handsome man also has outstanding and beautiful hands, with distinct joints, slender and strong.
Shen Zhichu clenched the silver fork in his hand without leaving any trace: "Can I see your palm?"
Li Jingshen didn't understand what was going on, so he stretched out his left hand in front of her without thinking. Shen Zhichu held his hand and stared at the lines on his hand with an unprecedented concentration.
There are three lines on the palm: the love line, the career line, and the life line. Li Jingshen's palm line is a broken palm line.
There is a saying in feudal superstition: A man with a broken palm is worth a thousand pounds, and a woman with a broken palm should be adopted into another family.
A man with a broken palm represents the ability to create success, and this is indeed the case. Li Jingshen is a successful businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation and are cold-hearted.
"What are you looking at?" Li Jingshen asked. He liked Shen Zhichu to be close to him, even if it was just a little finger hook, he would be satisfied.
Shen Zhichu said: "It depends on your fate."
Li Jingshen was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "When did you learn to tell fortunes by looking at the palm of your hand? Did you see anything?"
Shen Zhichu nodded slightly. Her long hair was tied into a loose ponytail. A long strand of hair fell down from her temples and lightly hooked on her long eyelashes. Her skin was white and translucent. She raised her eyes and hooked her left hand into his palm: "This is the love line."
She pointed to a messy line of wrinkles and said, "This is my career line."
She pointed to a tiny line near the base of her thumb and asked softly, "Do you know what this line is?"
Li Jingshen followed her words and asked, "What line is it?"
Shen Zhichu's eyes suddenly changed, and he forcefully inserted the silver fork into the line on Li Jingshen's palm. The tip of the fork actually pierced through his entire palm and nailed it to the dining table.
The silver fork shone with a cold white light, and blood splattered all over the table. Li Jingshen screamed in excruciating pain, and collapsed on the table. The two dishes closest to him unfortunately fell to the ground and spilled all over the floor, and the smell of oil and blood blended together.
"That's a death line." Shen Zhichu released his hand and answered what he had just said.
The sticky blood overflowed from Li Jingshen's palm and dripped onto the ground along the silver fork. His face turned pale with pain, his whole body trembled, and he gasped for breath.
After roaring again, Li Jingshen clenched his teeth and stared at Shen Zhichu with bloodshot eyes.
Shen Zhichu took off her blood-stained gloves and threw them into the trash can, saying nonchalantly, "I'm sorry for stabbing you, but it's my fault that I'm not smart enough. Am I sick?" Li Jingshen regarded her as a psychopath and made her take nerve-damaging medicine every day, so even if she really killed someone, she wouldn't go to jail.
Li Jingshen's eyes were complicated, with disbelief and understanding, but he really didn't expect that Shen Zhichu would attack him for the second time here.
A wound on the palm of your hand won't be fatal, but the pain is excruciating.
When the other people in the house heard the noise, they rushed over. Butler Li was the first to react and call the emergency number.
Mrs. Liu went upstairs to get a medical kit to give Li Jingshen some simple treatment. The silver fork stuck in his palm was frightening to look at, and no one dared to move. In the end, Li Jingshen gritted his teeth and came out and threw it on the ground.
He was half-kneeling on the ground, his palm pierced into a bloody hole. All the blood gathered there and kept dripping down through his fingertips. His fingers were connected to his heart, and his whole arm was cramping with pain.
As soon as it was time for dinner, Nian Nian would run to the restaurant. It didn't know what was going on, and its big blue eyes stared blankly at everything in front of it. Chen Zhichu called it over, held it in his arms and scratched its chin.
"Does it hurt?" Shen Zhichu looked down at Li Jingshen's miserable appearance and couldn't help sneering.
"Your pain isn't even one thousandth of what I felt. I'm actually very afraid of pain. When my stomach ailments flare up, it makes me cry. But when you ordered the baby out of my belly, the sinking pain felt like my belly was bursting, as if my internal organs had been displaced. You'll never experience that kind of pain in your lifetime."
Li Jingshen gasped in pain, he looked up, opened his eyes wide, smiled weakly, and said in an unstable voice: "You're right, the pain I feel is not even one thousandth of what you feel." Not just one thousandth, it's not even one ten-thousandth.
In order to save Xia Mingyue, he gave Shen Zhichu to Lu Tingchuan, causing her ten fingers to be pierced by 28 steel needles and become disabled. That was the true meaning of "ten fingers connected to the heart". What did it matter that he was just pierced by a silver fork in the palm?
Li Jingshen recovered from the pain and stood up: "I'm going to the hospital and will be back soon. Can you save some food for me? I really want to eat your food."
Shen Zhichu said nothing, and looked at Li Jingshen with the same ruthless and mocking eyes that Li Jingshen had looked at her before.
Soon the car called by the housekeeper arrived. Li Jingshen covered his wound. The blood kept flowing out and the gauze was soaked. He got into the car and soon the narrow space was filled with the smell of blood.
When Li Jingshen was sent to the hospital, he lost too much blood because the blood in his wound did not coagulate well. The nerves in his hand were punctured and a piece of bone was broken.
This made things a little troublesome. The hospital was very busy because such a big bloody hole required surgery.
The doctor who performed the operation on him was very surprised when he saw the hideous wound and asked, "How did this happen?"
Li Jingshen replied hoarsely, "I accidentally stuck the fork into my hand while eating."
The doctor sighed inwardly, thinking that it was amazing that someone could cripple his hand while eating.
The operation lasted a long time. When Li Jingshen was pushed out, his eyes were closed. It was unclear whether he was awake or asleep. His healthy skin color turned very pale after the operation.
Li Jingshen woke up before the anesthetic wore off. He raised his left hand and took a look. The doctor told him, "Nerve repair can't be perfect. A good treatment won't affect your daily life, but you definitely won't be able to do delicate or heavy work."
These words sounded so familiar, because he had heard similar words last year, and now retribution had finally come to him.
After the doctor left, he spoke earnestly and repeatedly reminded me to take good care of my rest and not to move for the next two weeks.
Fortunately, the injury was on his left hand, so he had no trouble handling things normally. Besides, he had plenty of money and no shortage of people to take care of him.
Li Jingshen nodded after hearing what the doctor said.
He had to stay in the hospital and receive intravenous drips to prevent the wound from getting inflamed. Li Jingshen called the villa and Mrs. Zhang picked up the phone.
“Mrs. Zhang, is there any leftover food that Shen Zhichu cooked tonight?”
"No more. Madam threw it in the trash. Mr. Li, if you're hungry, I can make you something to bring over."
Li Jingshen's expression dimmed instantly: "No need, I'll just order takeout."
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After Shen Zhichu stabbed Li Jingshen, the bloody hand lingered in his mind, and he threw the food into the trash can before he had even taken two bites.
Shen Zhichu held Nian Nian in her arms, combed its hair, and fed it dried fish. She was still in the living room when Li Jingshen called, so she heard what Mrs. Zhang said clearly.
After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Zhang looked back at Shen Zhichu and said, "I think Mr. Li's hand is seriously injured. He may not be back for a few days."
"It's just right that he didn't come back." Chen Zhichu scratched Nian Nian's chin, "Mrs. Zhang, I'll give you some money, just quit your job."
She had some money with Sister Fang, and she could just ask Sister Zhang to take it.
"No, I signed a contract to work for two years, and it's only been one year."
"A year...time flies by so fast."
Mrs. Zhang looked at Shen Zhichu's pale face in a trance, feeling a little distressed: "Zhichu is overthinking. I know you are worried about me, but this is J City. Li Jingshen is not able to cover the sky with one hand. He won't make things difficult for me. Do whatever you want boldly. Don't think about me. Even if something really happens, I won't blame you."
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