Chapter 60: Can't Get Medicine
The temperature dropped in the second half of the night. Shen Zhichu shivered with cold and curled up in a ball on the ground.
In addition to being cold, she also felt pain. Her stomachache came back. She blew into her palms to warm them up a little and then covered her stomach with them, but this could not stop the pain.
The only option was to take medicine, but her medicine was in the inner drawer. Shen Zhichu tried to unlock the handcuffs on her left hand, but not only did she fail to unlock it, she also rubbed her wrist red.
Shen Zhichu looked inside, pursed his lips, and then took out an egg from his pocket.
Fortunately, she prepared a boiled egg in advance this time, so she didn't have to chew toilet paper to fill her stomach like last time.
She cracked the eggshell with one hand, peeled it bit by bit and ate it slowly. People with stomach problems usually suffer from acid reflux if they don't eat egg yolks, but she had no choice.
The egg yolk was very dry and difficult to swallow. Shen Zhichu wanted to drink water, but she stared at the bathroom with a look of longing in her eyes.
I almost starved to death last time. Will I die of thirst due to lack of water this time?
Shen Zhichu gave a wry smile. Li Jingshen had tortured her in every way possible without repeating himself.
She licked her dry lips and put the half-eaten egg aside. She looked up at the window. The stars in the sky had disappeared and a layer of mist had formed on the glass. It was raining.
A glimmer of hope flashed in Shen Zhichu's dark eyes. She propped herself up, raised her right hand and pushed open a window. The window was opened, but her arm was not long enough for her to touch the rain outside, let alone drink it.
Suddenly, his throat felt wet. Shen Zhichu covered his mouth and blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. The blood he had been holding back for a long time came out with a dark red color.
The pale face showed extreme pain. Shen Zhichu could not suppress the vomiting of blood. The body was crawling on the ground, and his left hand was stiffly hanging on the railing, pulling the whole body.
Shen Zhichu collapsed on the ground, her hair covering the floor and covering her face. She looked through the gap at the drawer only five meters away from her, where her life-saving medicine was kept.
A hoarse groan came from his throat, and his stomach ached dully. The pain seemed to flow through his blood to his heart, as if someone was squeezing it tightly.
Chen Zhichu raised her right hand tremblingly, her face pale as an overwhelming despair enveloped her. Tears blurred her vision, and her pupils gradually dispersed and lost focus over time.
…….
Shen Zhichu was already in a semi-comatose state at this time, her body limp on the balcony, weak and powerless. There was a pool of blood under her face, and her hands and legs were covered with scratches and puncture wounds, which were particularly glaring on her fair skin.
The window was half open, and the cold wind mixed with drizzle blew in and fell on her. It was very cold. She was afraid of the cold, and now she was wearing thin clothes. She tried hard to stay conscious, but she didn't even have the strength to move her eyelashes.
Shen Zhichu woke up in the hospital. Before he could come to his senses, he heard the person next to him ringing the bell anxiously and then running to the door.
“Doctor Qin, Miss Shen is awake.”
When Shen Zhichu heard the words "Doctor Qin", she knew that she was saved by Qin Mo again this time.
"How is it? Does it still hurt?" Qin Mo walked around the edge of the bed and looked at Shen Zhichu who was lying on the bed.
Shen Zhichu looked at him in confusion and said in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't hurt, but it's uncomfortable." His body felt heavy and he couldn't exert any strength.
Qin Mo was a doctor and knew where she was feeling uncomfortable and what she needed. He quickly took a glass of water, helped Shen Zhichu up and fed her.
Shen Zhichu's throat felt dry and uncomfortable, and he only felt better after gulping down a whole cup.
"Do you want more?" Qin Mo asked, looking at the empty cup.
Shen Zhichu shook his head weakly.
Qin Mo put the cup down and rocked the bed so that she could lean against it. "I'll order you some porridge and have some when it's served."
Shen Zhichu opened his eyes and seemed to be distracted. It took a long while before he responded to Qin Mo: "Okay."
Qin Mo made a phone call, handed over the work to others, and then sat beside the bed with Shen Zhichu at ease.
Shen Zhichu had regained consciousness by now. Seeing Qin Mo guarding her bedside, she felt guilty: "Qin Mo, go and do your work. I'm fine on my own."
"I don't have work today, so let me stay with you and talk for a while. You've been holding it in ever since your father died. You're clearly sad but you won't say it. If you keep doing this... you'll get sick sooner or later."
Qin Mo wanted her to talk, but she really didn't know what to say. She looked out the window and asked with difficulty from her dry throat: "How did you know that something happened to me?"
"You should come to the hospital for a checkup today."
After being reminded by Qin Mo, Shen Zhichu also remembered that the hospital had asked her to come to the hospital for a stomach check at least once a month.
"I forgot."
"I guess so." Qin Mo said, "I called you many times but no one answered. Thinking about the pulp washed out of your stomach before, I was worried that something like that might happen to you again, so I went to Bancheng to look for you, and then I saw you..."
"Li Jingshen is such a beast!" He's just a dog that can't stop eating shit.
Qin Mo will never forget the scene he saw when he broke into Shen Zhichu's house.
Shen Zhichu was curled up on the ground, his whole body cold. His left hand was handcuffed and hanging on the railing. One hand was blue and the skin on his wrist was rubbed raw.
There was blood all over the ground, and there was blood-stained glass. Just by looking at that, you knew what had happened.
At that time, Shen Zhichu was breathing weakly and his whole body was as cold as ice. He looked so pitiful. He didn't know how Li Jingshen could be so cruel.
Fortunately, he found Shen Zhichu in time and sent him to the hospital. His left hand was sprained. If he had gone any later, his entire arm would have been dislocated.
And her stomach, the cancer cells are spreading faster than before. Let alone two years, I'm afraid it will take even a year now.
"Thank you for saving me again." Shen Zhichu looked at his bandaged right hand.
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