Short-lived, sickly, money-losing, heartless, rotten-hearted...

Shen Zhihuan and the others stood at the door for a minute, and the curse words coming out of inside were all the same.

When Shen Zhihuan pushed open the door of the ward and went in, Old Mrs. Dong, who was standing with her back to the door, kept saying new words.

Dong Manting, who was lying on the hospital bed, thought that it was the nurse coming in to change the infusion bottle, so she didn't pay much attention to it. But after waiting for a long time, the nurse didn't come. When she looked up, she met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

She didn't know if it was because Shen Zhihuan had left too deep an impression on her, or maybe it was because she had seen Shen Zhihuan's sharp tongue and cunningness, but when she met her eyes at this moment, Dong Manting felt inexplicably guilty.

Perhaps she noticed that something was wrong with her daughter. She turned around and saw that it was Shen Zhihuan who came. She stood up suddenly.

Rushed towards Shen Zhihuan.

"Short-lived ghost, how dare you harm my daughter..."

Su Ziyu subconsciously took a step forward, ready to stand in front of Shen Zhihuan.

Shen Zhihuan grabbed Su Ziyu and shook his head slightly at him, signaling him not to care.

Su Ziyu frowned and looked at the old lady Dong with bound feet, then nodded with a serious look in his eyes.

Old Lady Dong rushed to Shen Zhihuan and raised her hand to hit her.

At that moment, Su Ziyu's heart seemed to be in his throat.

God knows how he used up all his life's self-control to barely suppress the urge to rush forward.

Shen Zhihuan showed no fear and went straight forward.

"Try to move me?!"

A cold voice and a cold gaze without a trace of warmth.

Especially the curve of her pink lips made Old Lady Dong shiver for no reason.

Old Mrs. Dong, who had always been aggressive and treated her daughter-in-law like an ant, raised her hand high but did not dare to put it down.

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, Mrs. Dong glared at Shen Zhihuan fiercely, sat down on the ground, and started crying.

Shen Zhihuan rolled his eyes and walked straight past Old Lady Dong to the bedside.

"Old nurse, I heard that you committed suicide?" Shen Zhihuan raised his hand and tapped the infusion bottle hanging on the ceiling rail infusion stand, speaking jokingly.

The sound of the fingertips colliding with the infusion bottle was not loud, but it hit Dong Manting's heart hard.

Dong Manting's heartbeat suddenly became much faster.

She was still a little flustered! Shen Zhihuan curled her lips slightly and walked slowly from the right side of the bed to the left side. She looked so leisurely that if you didn't know her, you would think she was shopping in a department store!

Dong Manting huddled in the quilt, not daring to move.

It was not until the Dong family rushed in that she couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

When the Dong family saw Old Lady Dong sitting on the ground crying, they hurriedly helped her up.

"You short-lived wretch, what do you want to do to my aunt?" Dong Xuehui said angrily when he saw Shen Zhihuan standing at the head of Dong Manting's bed.

Shen Zhihuan pretended not to hear it, and his slender white fingertips gently stroked the thick gauze on Dong Manting's wrist.

"You cut your wrist in the wrong place!"

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Shen Zhihuan took out a pair of scissors from his pocket.

The gauze on Dong Manting's wrist suddenly fell off.

The faint red mark on the wrist was revealed.

Everyone's expressions immediately became interesting.

"Old nurse, you have been a nurse for several years after all. You can't even do something as simple as cutting your wrists. How did you get into the military hospital? Huh?" Shen Zhihuan sneered.

Dong Manting, feeling somewhat embarrassed, struggled to retract her hand, but Shen Zhihuan grabbed it and pinched it on the red mark.

Although the wound was not deep, it did break the skin. When Shen Zhihuan pinched it so hard, it hurt so much that tears came out of her eyes.

"And your strength is not right, isn't it?" Shen Zhihuan looked at the faint red mark and clicked his tongue several times.

"You can't be so gentle with a three-year-old!"

"Did you not eat? Or is the knife not sharp?"

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Shen Zhihuan let go of Dong Manting's hand and sighed, "If you don't have a sharp knife at home, call me! My husband sharpens the two kitchen knives at home every day, so they are very sharp, especially the bone chopping knife. With one cut, you can chop off the radius and ulna, not to mention the wrist. I lose."

"I can testify to this. Today I used that kitchen knife to chop a pig's foot. With two 'cracks', the bone broke cleanly!" Yu Jingyan couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Shen Zhihuan glanced at Yu Jingyan, then looked away, took out a folding knife from his pocket and threw it to Dong Manting.

Dong Manting was frightened.

"Although this knife is not as sharp as my kitchen knife and can't cut bones, it should be no problem to cut a large artery. Don't worry, I'm here to help you watch and make sure no medical staff can get close to you. Just cut with peace of mind!"

"Shen Zhihuan, you are really going too far!" Shen Qiaoling rushed over, grabbed the knife on the bed and smashed it to the ground.

"I'm cheating people?" Shen Zhihuan laughed. "Didn't the old nurse feel like she was a slut and had no face to live in this world, so she wanted to commit suicide? I lent her the knife, which was to help others and do good deeds every day. How could I be cheating people?"

Shen Qiaoling choked! A burst of anger surged in her heart.

Shen Zhihuan looked at Dong Manting lying on the bed and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you afraid of the pain?"

Dong Manting looked at Shen Zhihuan in horror and dared not say a word.

"You should have told me earlier! I brought something good especially for you." Shen Zhihuan said as he took out the bottle of 53-proof wine from his pocket.

After unscrewing the lid and placing it on the bedside table, Shen Zhihuan took out a bottle of cefoxitin from his pocket, "And this... isn't it thoughtful!?"

"You short-lived wretch, do you really want to force my aunt to death?" Dong Xuehui clenched his fists.

If Mr. Shen hadn't been watching here, he would have gone out to beat someone up in the morning instead of allowing her to act so recklessly here.

Shen Zhihuan seemed not to hear his shouting and stared straight at Dong Manting. He saw that in addition to fear, there was confusion in her eyes.

Shen Zhihuan slapped his forehead, "Maya! How can I expect someone with a brain full of shit to know the reaction between cephalexin and alcohol?"

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you some basic knowledge. Do you know what it means to go with cefuroxime and alcohol?"

"That's right! If cefuroxime and alcohol are taken together, most patients who have a disulfiram reaction will experience facial flushing, chest tightness, palpitations, abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, acute heart failure, and dyspnea. The symptoms may last as fast as five or six minutes, or as slow as forty to fifty minutes, and then their life will be over!"

"Would you like to try it? I guarantee you'll die peacefully!" Shen Zhihuan handed cefoxitin to Dong Manting.

"After all, you have made Mr. Shen sleep in vain for so many years. When you are burned to ashes, I will spend a lot of money to buy you an urn made of golden nanmu wood, or huanghuali wood will also be fine. I guarantee that you will have a grand funeral."