Shen Yanming told Bi Qiaoan to close her eyes and wait where she was. Then he took the thermos from her, opened the lid, and found golden chicken soup inside, which smelled delicious.
He took a disposable paper cup from the cabinet, poured the chicken soup into it, and touched it; the temperature was just right.
Then, she took a straw from Bi Qiaoan's bag, inserted it into the paper cup, and put the other end of the straw to Grandpa Lin's mouth.
"Try this, Qiao An stewed it for you. She really put her heart into it, staying by the stove for two or three hours." Shen Yanming said exaggeratedly when he saw that Old Master Lin didn't move.
It wasn't that Old Master Lin didn't want to drink, but rather that people like him, whose bodies were covered in sores, no longer had the strength to swallow. Even simple sucking or swallowing would cause them to gasp in pain.
Therefore, critically ill patients like this rely on intravenous nutrition to sustain their lives every day.
Shen Yanming was aware of the situation, but since the chicken soup had been laced with ingredients, the old man had to have some.
As for Zhang Heping, he wanted to stop it, but in the end he gave up.
Because the old man might pass away at any time, this chicken soup might be the last one he gets to drink in this world.
Looking at Shen Yanming's encouraging eyes, Old Master Lin couldn't bear to refuse and took a deep breath with all his might.
When the long-awaited chicken soup entered his mouth, Grandpa Lin suddenly felt very satisfied. He never expected that he would be able to drink the meat soup he had been longing for in the last moments of his life.
Old Master Lin thought to himself, "Xiao Shen is more reliable than Zhang Heping and the others."
They gave him IV fluids every day and kept him in bed for more than half a month without eating anything. He was so hungry.
But he forgot that even though he had been making meat soup for him every day, he was in too much pain to drink it!
Zhang Heping watched as the chicken soup in the paper cup slowly dwindled to the bottom. He gaped in shock. Was the old man no longer in pain, or was he experiencing a final burst of energy before death?
Shen Yanming smiled; it seemed the spiritual spring water was quite effective.
Shen Yanming asked the old man, "Do you want to drink some more? If you do, I'll pour you another cup. If not, just put it away for now, and have Heping heat it up for you when you want to drink it."
Knowing that the old man couldn't speak, Shen Yanming added, "If you want to, close your eyes; if you don't want to, blink."
Blinking is a physiological response; no matter how much pain the old man is in, he has to blink.
When the old man heard Shen Yanming say that, he closed his eyes. Just as Shen Yanming was about to pour the old man another cup, Zhang Heping stopped him.
"The old man hasn't eaten for a while, let him rest for a bit, I'll give him some to drink later."
Shen Yanming nodded. Zhang Heping knew more about this, so he closed the lid of the thermos and said to the old man, "I'll put this here for you. Heping will pour it for you to drink later."
The old man blinked to indicate that he understood. Shen Yanming greeted the old man and then pulled Bi Qiaoan away from the ward.
When they returned to Zhang Heping's office, Zhang Heping asked, "Is what you told the old man about the medicine true?"
Shen Yanming spoke frankly, "This is just my guess, I'm not sure yet. I called the Imperial Capital last night, and Mr. Qiu said he'd go to the research institute today to confirm. He hasn't called me back yet, so I guess he's gone to confirm!"
Zhang Heping sighed, "Then let's wait and see. Hopefully, the old man can hold on until then."
Shen Yanming nodded, "We definitely will! Since there's nothing else, Qiao An and I will head back now and bring the soup to the old man tomorrow. By the way, is there anything else you'd like to eat?"
Zhang Heping was a little surprised. "Huh? I thought you only came here for this one trip! I'm fine with anything, as long as I can eat my fill."
Shen Yanming explained, "We don't know if the old man will make it through. Let's make him some good food during this time, so that if he really does... we won't have any regrets."
Shen Yanming was too embarrassed to say the words "went away," but everyone knew what he meant.
Zhang Heping nodded. "You're right!"
Then Zhang Heping pondered in his heart whether he should suggest to the hospital director that they should improve the end-of-life care for critically ill patients.
Shen Yanming was unaware of Zhang Heping's plans. After saying goodbye to him, he left.
Once outside the hospital, Bi Qiaoan opened her eyes and let out a deep breath. "Walking with my eyes closed for so long was so uncomfortable. I kept wanting to open my eyes while I was inside!"
Shen Yanming turned around and hugged Bi Qiaoan tightly, leaning on her shoulder and saying, "Tomorrow, just wait for me at home. Don't come out. If you really see something, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."
Bi Qiaoan was somewhat surprised to hear Shen Yanming's voice trembling. How terrifying must it be to frighten Shen Yanming like this?
“You just now…” Bi Qiaoan couldn’t see Shen Yanming’s bloodless face through the veil, but she noticed that Shen Yanming’s hands were trembling.
"I was just holding it in. I almost threw up inside just now, but that would be too disrespectful to the other person, so I had to suppress the nausea." Shen Yanming didn't hide anything from Bi Qiaoan.
"Are you feeling better now?" Bi Qiaoan patted Shen Yanming's back gently, trying to make him more comfortable.
"After leaving this building and taking a couple of breaths, hmm, the air smells a bit bad, but it clears my head a little. Honey, though, my legs are weak!"
Shen Yanming wasn't joking; he genuinely felt completely exhausted. He probably used up all his strength just now by trying to remain calm in the building.
Bi Qiaoan nodded, let him put his arm around her shoulder, then put her right arm around his waist and slowly walked towards the parking lot.
Once in the car, Bi Qiaoan didn't dare let Shen Yanming drive. Although she wasn't a good driver, she was fine on the empty streets. After all, all she had to do was accelerate and keep going.
Not long after, the two returned home. After taking off their long sleeves and trousers and removing their veils and headscarves, Bi Qiaoan saw that Shen Yanming's face was still slightly pale.
"Please sit down for a while!"
Although Bi Qiaoan knew that Shen Yanming was just a little frightened and actually had no major problems, she still treated him like a patient.
Shen Yanming waved his hand and sat down on the sofa. The shock he had experienced today had left him feeling somewhat unwell.
Half an hour later, Shen Yanming finally recovered and said to Bi Qiaoan, "Wife, make some rice porridge later, make a lot."
Bi Qiaoan thought Shen Yanming wanted to share some with Zhang Heping, so she nodded and went to cook rice porridge.
In fact, Shen Yanming and Zhang Heping shared the same idea.
He couldn't give the spiritual spring water to everyone, but he also couldn't turn a blind eye to it.
Therefore, Shen Yanming thought he would bring more rice porridge tomorrow, and when he got to the hospital, he would ask Zhang Heping if anyone wanted some, and then share some with him.
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