Chapter 65 Have you ever thought that one day you will receive my death notice
The weather in the south doesn't change much throughout the year, with summer and winter staying for very short periods of time. Seeing the sun shining in from outside, Shen Zhichu suddenly realized that the seasons had changed.
Li Jingshen arrived at the hospital at two o'clock, asked the front desk and went straight to the ward. He had a bad face and looked ferocious as if he was going to hit someone. The medical staff passing by looked at him vigilantly, but he didn't feel anything was wrong.
He kicked the door open and his sinister eyes fell on Shen Zhichu. The first thing he looked at was not the injuries on her body but whether there were any other marks on her body.
He walked up, grabbed Shen Zhichu's collar and checked her neck and lips, his naked eyes as if he was sizing up his cheating wife.
How could Shen Zhichu not understand his thoughts? She let him look at her. It was one thing to appear indifferent, but she felt ashamed in her heart. She pursed her lips and noticed that Li Jingshen had relaxed his grip.
Shen Zhichu half mocked, "Have you checked it thoroughly?"
Li Jingshen let go of her, looked at the chair behind him, moved his hand and sat down: "Chen Zhichu, did I ever tell you to wait for me to come back?"
How obedient would he have to be? Would he have to wait for death on the balcony? Shen Zhichu said nothing.
Li Jingshen looked a little unhappy: "How did you get into the hospital?"
"I fainted. Qin Mo brought me here."
"You are so arrogant. You feel dizzy all the time. Do you have some strange disease?" These words were full of sarcasm and hurt people's ears.
Shen Zhichu felt embarrassed. The more he thought about these two words, the angrier he became, as if there was a fire burning in his chest.
Li Jingshen didn't care about her, so he had no idea how serious the matter was. He had no idea that every time she vomited blood, she was shortening her life.
"Li Jingshen, you handcuffed me to the balcony. Have you ever considered that the handcuffs would rub the veins in my hands and I would die?"
Li Jingshen's heart felt like it was bitten by something. It was not fatal and did not hurt much, but the feeling lingered in his heart for a long time and made him feel uncomfortable. He frowned slightly.
Shen Zhichu looked straight at Li Jingshen with a pair of gray eyes. This was the man she had loved for so many years. She couldn't imagine how much she loved him. It seemed that if he treated her a little bit well, she would want to dig out her heart.
The book says that hard work will be rewarded, but after so many years of hard work, the result was advanced stomach cancer. She was trampled and bullied by him time and time again, handcuffed to the balcony, and forced to kneel on the glass in the wind and rain.
This feeling is like a bottomless pit in her chest. Even if she gives up now, the hole will always be empty.
Shen Zhichu was a little distracted, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xia Mingyue and I have the same blood type. If one day I really lose too much blood, will you ask her to donate blood to me?"
Li Jingshen had never thought of asking Xia Mingyue to donate blood to Shen Zhichu. When the two of them were put together, it was obvious who was weaker. Xia Mingyue was in poor health and had coagulation disorder. How long would it take to replenish her blood after drawing blood once?
Wasn't Shen Zhichu asking this question just to humiliate herself? How could she compare to Xia Mingyue? Was she asking her to donate blood?
After being married for so many years, she knew what Li Jingshen was thinking with just one look. Shen Zhichu said self-deprecatingly, "Li Jingshen, in your eyes, am I someone who will never get sick, whose body will never break down, and who will never die? You can treat me like an indestructible doll and squander it at will?"
Shen Zhichu's warm eyes were stained with a trace of sadness. She had to taste the bitterness she had sown. She took a breath, suppressed the pain in her heart, and continued in a trembling voice, "I know my position in your heart without you having to tell me. I know it's dispensable. But if one day I, the thing you use to vent your anger, die, will you feel a little bit of pity?"
"Just like that time when I went into the emergency room, did you ever think that I wouldn't be able to get out? Did you ever think that the doctor gave you that day wasn't a critical illness notice but a death notice?"
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