Chapter 101: Men are indeed quite prone to being cursed to death, huh?
At 11 a.m. on the third day, Xiang Sinian finally lived up to everyone's expectations and fell critically ill.
The original three people, plus the two new sisters, made a group of five, and set off from the hotel in a lively manner to the ward.
Yes, although this matter had nothing to do with Zhang Chenxiao, she still came to join in the fun, mainly because she wanted to see how this scumbag, who was just as bad as Han Jian, would die.
This top female celebrity, wearing a mask and hat, hooked her arm around Zhang Chenle's, her expression one of happier than if her own father had died.
The moment the group stepped into the ward, a low, humming sound, mixed with the noise of various medical instruments, immediately filled the room. The entire room seemed to be enveloped by this cacophony.
Amidst the buzzing sound, several medical staff could be seen gathered together, busily working away.
Surrounded by them was Xiang Sinian, who had undergone three days of emergency treatment.
Now, Xiang Sinian's face is as pale as paper. His former vigor has been eroded beyond recognition by illness, and he is so thin that he seems to be nothing but bones.
His eyes were tightly closed, his eye sockets sunken, his lips cracked, and his breathing weak. Each breath felt like a tug-of-war with death, and in this tug-of-war, he seemed to have lost the upper hand.
Among them, a young intern nurse stood out. She looked flustered, her hands trembling as she tried to remove the needle connected to the IV fluid from Xiang Sinian, who was lying on the hospital bed.
Perhaps due to inexperience, or perhaps due to excessive nervousness, the young nurse failed several times. Each time she carefully grasped the needle, her hands trembled so badly that she had to start over. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, but she didn't bother to wipe them away, focusing solely on battling that tiny needle.
Finally, the thick needle was pulled out of his arm, and with a whoosh, blood splattered all over the ground.
"I'm so... I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll stop the bleeding right away!!!" The intern nurse looked terrified, her voice trembling, and she hurriedly picked up a cotton ball and pressed it tightly against the still bleeding injection site.
However, due to her excessive tension and panic, the cotton ball did not effectively stop the bleeding, and blood continued to seep out, staining the cotton ball bright red.
The attending physician was furious and was about to yell at the intern nurse.
Dong Shuchen immediately stopped her calmly, saying, "There's no need. She didn't do it on purpose. She did it to save someone."
Upon hearing this, the intern nurse felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Who says doctor-patient relationships are bad? They just haven't encountered such an understanding family member.
The attending physician's white coat was still stained with fresh blood, and his face was full of exhaustion and helplessness. He slowly shook his head, his voice low and hoarse: "I'm sorry, we really did our best."
Dong Shuchen comforted him with a look of relief: "I know, don't feel guilty. You've already done more than enough for him."
The main thing is that I've done my best for her.
The attending physician sighed deeply: "There's no point in continuing treatment. If you family members have anything to say to him, do it now. Cherish these last moments."
Zhang Mo walked out cheerfully and sincerely thanked the medical staff: "Thank you very much for your hard work these past few days. We have prepared milk tea, snacks and other food for you in the rest room. It is lunchtime, so please don't mind. We can leave the ward for the family to say their final goodbyes."
Anyway, this is a private hospital, so the management isn't that strict. It's not against the rules for patients' families to voluntarily bring them food.
It deeply moved a group of intern doctors and nurses, who thought to themselves that there is indeed true kindness in the world, and that there are still good family members. They almost wanted to hold Dong Shuchen's hand and tell her that next time her husband dies, she must come to their hospital.
The attending physician thought about it and realized that it made sense, so he said, "Okay, everyone, please go out first and leave the space for the family members."
Everyone else had left. The intern nurse who had made the mistake had already changed the cotton ball while the attending physician was speaking. She looked at the "family members" and asked, "His arm is still bleeding. Which family member would like to come and help press it?"
Zhang Mo silently gave Zhang Chenle a push from behind.
Zhang Chenle immediately said, "Oh, I'm his daughter, I'll do it."
Then he quickly walked to the bedside and pressed down on the cotton ball.
It's just that I pressed it a little too hard.
But probably no one would care about such details, right?
After all the medical staff left, Zhang Mo and Zhang Chenxiao exchanged a glance, walked to the door, and blocked the only entrance to ensure that no one else could come in.
Seeing that there were no outsiders left, Zhang Chenle immediately let go and thoroughly rubbed his hands with the alcohol-based hand sanitizer next to him.
Ugh, so filthy. Who knows what bacteria might be in this person's blood?
At this moment, Xiang Sinian's consciousness wavered between blurriness and clarity. He could feel his life slipping away little by little, and this sense of powerlessness filled him with unprecedented fear.
Scenes from the past flashed through his mind: the people he had hurt, the people he had betrayed, their faces appearing before his eyes one by one.
Incredibly, perhaps as a final burst of energy before death, Xiang Sinian suddenly opened his eyes.
His bloodshot, yellowish eyes fell on Zhang Chenle, who was closest to him. He looked somewhat bewildered at this unfamiliar girl: "You...who are you?"
Dong Shuchen walked to Zhang Chenle's side, put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, and said with a mixture of pity and hatred, "This is the daughter you abandoned back then, and I have found her now."
Xiang Sinian stared wide-eyed at Zhang Chenle with almost his last ounce of strength.
There is one thing he has to admit.
Dong Lang and Xiang Hongyu could only be considered handsome young men at best, but it was his daughter, whom he had abandoned from the beginning, who had inherited his good looks.
And now, she will inherit all of Dong Shuchen's money.
That money, which clearly should have belonged to him.
This is absurd, all of this is absurd!
Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Xiang Sinian couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood!
All the instruments in the ward started emitting high-frequency alarms frantically!
Dong Shuchen quickly tried to pull Zhang Chenle back, afraid that such a scene would frighten her 17-year-old daughter.
But Zhang Chenle didn't move. Black blood splattered onto her leather shoes, but she remained unmoved. She simply smiled faintly at Xiang Sinian, whose eyes were bloodshot, and said, "A few days ago, someone said online that I was a jinx to my father. I didn't believe it. But my adoptive father died recently, and today you're going to die too."
After everything that has happened, she has grown up.
She needs to be brave and not be a little girl who only hides behind her family and cries.
Protect Mom, protect Sister, protect everyone who loves her.
"But that doesn't prove anything. It just proves that you men are indeed quite prone to being cursed to death."
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