Chapter 311 Jin Que, I'm begging you
Jin Que reached out and grasped Shen Qingshu's hand. "With me here, I won't let anything happen to you."
Shen Qingshu resisted the urge to pull her hand away, her expression calm. "Jin Que, you are not a god. Everyone in this world has their own tribulations. You don't need to hide it from me. Life and death are predestined, and I can accept it."
Jin Que's tone turned serious. "I told you, I won't let anything happen to you."
Shen Qingshu gave a faint smile, "With you like this, I really feel like my days are numbered."
Jin Que froze, then pursed his lips tightly.
Shen Qingshu acknowledges Jin Que's medical skills.
When he was in the ancient town, many people came seeking his medical help. He was Mr. Mo's last disciple and a gifted doctor who could cure many difficult and complicated diseases.
Shen Qingshu had a vague guess in her heart.
But she didn't ask any more questions.
"Should we postpone the wedding?" Shen Qingshu withdrew her hand, looked at Jin Que, and said in a low voice, "I don't think I'll live much longer now. You might be widowed not long after your wedding, which is really bad luck. Jin Que, I suggest you cancel the wedding."
“No cancellation.” Jin Que stared intently at her. “A Shu, even if I don’t let you die, and even if you do die, your memorial tablet must be inscribed with the words ‘Jin Que’s Wife’.”
Shen Qingshu gave a cold laugh.
He thought to himself, "Even in death, I won't find peace."
"It's fine if you don't want to cancel, but you'll have to handle the wedding arrangements yourself. I'm too tired and don't have the energy to deal with those things."
"Don't worry, I'll have someone take care of the wedding arrangements. You can focus on getting better."
Shen Qingshu covered her mouth and yawned, "I'm sleepy."
Jin Que pulled the blanket up for her. "Go to sleep. I've already sent someone to find some medicinal herbs. You'll be fine soon."
Shen Qingshu did not respond, closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep again.
Her symptoms appeared very suddenly, and acupuncture to reduce the fever was only temporary.
Within two hours, his temperature rose again.
Jin Que dared not administer acupuncture to Shen Qingshu again in such a short time, and could only give her antipyretics first.
After taking the fever reducer, Shen Qingshu's temperature dropped slightly, but not completely, and she remained drowsy.
Jiang Ruomi was pregnant, and Jin Que wouldn't let her enter Shen Qingshu's room, saying he was afraid the illness would be passed on to the baby in her womb.
He valued the child in his womb so much that Jiang Ruomi dared not object.
This child is now her protective talisman. If anything were to happen to the child, Jin Que would kill her hundreds of times and that wouldn't be enough to vent his anger!
For three whole days, Shen Qingshu had a recurring fever and was never truly lucid.
Wang Chunmei and Jin Que stayed by Shen Qingshu's side at all times in her room.
It wasn't until the fourth day that Guan Yue retrieved the medicinal herbs.
Jin Que wrote out a prescription and asked Guan Yue to personally brew the medicine.
After the medicine was brewed, Jin Que fed it to Shen Qingshu.
About an hour later, the medicine slowly took effect, and Shen Qingshu's body temperature gradually subsided.
The sky gradually darkened.
Shen Qingshu finally woke up completely.
She opened her eyes and saw Jin Que's concerned face.
"A-Shu, you're awake." Jin Que touched her pale and thin face. "You're finally awake. See, I didn't lie to you. I told you I wouldn't let you die."
Shen Qingshu had no strength left. She just blinked, recalling what had happened before she fell into a deep sleep.
Gradually, she remembered.
She was sick; it was a terminal illness that even Jin Que couldn't cure.
How long did I sleep?
“Three days.” Jin Que’s voice was gentle. “Guan Yue has retrieved the medicinal herbs. Ashu, as long as you cooperate with me and take your medicine properly, your illness can be well controlled.”
“It’s just control.” Shen Qingshu stared at him. “But it can’t be cured, right?”
Jin Que pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Never mind." Shen Qingshu raised her hand and rubbed her aching temples. "I want to drink some water."
"good."
Jin Que immediately got up to pour water.
He held a water glass in one hand and helped Shen Qingshu up with the other, letting her lean against him.
Shen Qingshu didn't want to lean on him, but she really had no strength left.
Jin Que was worried that she would choke, so he specially brought a straw.
Shen Qingshu took a few sips of water, and her dry, itchy throat finally felt much better.
"I'd like some porridge," Shen Qingshu requested.
It's a good thing to want to eat.
Jin Que put her back on the bed, got up and put the water glass on the table. "I'll ask Wang Ma to cook some plain porridge."
"Jin Que, I want to go for a walk."
"You're feeling better now, so you shouldn't be exposed to the wind."
“Not now.” Shen Qingshu looked at him, her voice calm. “I mean, I want to go outside for a walk, go shopping or take a stroll, I just don’t want to stay locked up in my room all day like this.”
Jin Que stared at her, his eyes unreadable. "It's not as safe here as it is in China."
“You can send someone to follow me,” Shen Qingshu said firmly. “Perhaps I don’t have much time left. Are you not even willing to give me this much freedom?”
Jin Que pursed his lips.
He stared at Shen Qingshu, his eyes showing struggle and a hint of guilt.
Shen Qingshu met his gaze, then suddenly tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Jin Que, I actually know that the sudden problems with my body are most likely related to the poisoning you gave me before."
Jin Que was taken aback.
Clench your fists at your sides.
His Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a rebuttal.
“The day I came back, you took my pulse. Your reaction was very unusual. Although I couldn’t see at the time, you asked me if I had taken any other Chinese medicine. At that moment, I knew that there must be something wrong with my body.”
So, did you eat or not?
“No.” Shen Qingshu looked at him. “But you seem to have forgotten that my mother had leukemia.”
Jin Que was taken aback.
“I am her daughter. Although cancer is not hereditary, modern medical theories say that maternal genes have a greater influence on offspring’s genetic inheritance. It’s possible that I carry some recessive cancer cell genes in my body. Your medications may have accidentally activated my cancer cells. But that’s not necessarily true. However, you are a doctor, so you should know that many coincidences can lead to an unexpected outcome.”
Shen Qingshu spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were just talking about something very ordinary.
Jin Que said she wasn't innocent, claiming that it was because she saved him that things had gotten into this situation.
She could also say that her current health problems are because Jin Que poisoned her without her consent.
Isn't this just moral blackmail?
If Jin Que can do it, so can she.
What she was betting on at that moment was Jin Que's obsessive love for her.
"Ah Shu, I said I would try my best to cure you." Jin Que did not refute Shen Qing Shu's words; he only promised that he would definitely cure Shen Qing Shu.
Shen Qingshu knew that Jin Que agreed with her.
It seems that her rambling and incoherent ramblings actually guessed the illness correctly.
Leukemia?
This is a very dangerous type of cancer.
She lowered her eyes and said in a very low voice, "Now that things have come to this, I just want to cherish every day."
Jin Que looked at her.
Shen Qingshu raised her head and met his gaze. "Please let me be happy and at ease, Jin Que. I'm begging you."
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