Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

The doctor has seen countless patients with injuries, but he has never seen anyone with injuries as severe as Shen Zhichu.

The wounds all over her body made people feel cold when they saw it. The person who tortured her used the word "animal" to describe it as an insult to an animal.

After listening to the doctor's words, Li Jingshen seemed to have lost consciousness, isolated from the world, and fell into darkness.

The doctor was too tired to observe Li Jingshen's face, she continued, "I can't imagine how she survived until now."

The doctor's empathy is very strong. When Shen Zhichu was rescued in the ICU, all the medical staff frowned.

"Mr. Li has something I must tell you in advance. Her ten fingers were filled with steel needles. Even if the wound heals, she will be disabled." There was no fluctuation in her tone, but it fell into Li Jingshen's ears like Punishment.

Li Jingshen's eyes were filled with confusion: "Crippled? What do you mean?"

"The nerves in her fingers are destroyed. She can live a normal life but cannot be as flexible as before." Writing and typing on the keyboard have become difficult problems, and such pain will accompany her throughout her life. Winter is even more difficult, and when she gets older... ..The doctor stopped when he thought of this, because according to Shen Zhichu's body, he couldn't live to old age.

Li Jingshen was a little out of control. He remembered that he had just sent Shen Zhichu to primary school, and she had played a song, but now the doctor told her that her disabled hands could not restore her soul as before.

How dexterous the fingers of the violin are, Shen Zhichu may not be able to play the violin for the rest of his life.

Li Jingshen lost control of his emotions: "You said her fingers were full of steel needles?"

"Didn't you find out?"

At that time, Shen Zhichu's whole body was covered with blood, because he was afraid that he didn't dare to study it carefully, for fear that his emotions would collapse and he would go crazy.

"That's right." The doctor murmured, "Her fingers are bloody and her nails are cracked and falling off. It's really hard to see the steel needles embedded in it without looking carefully. We doctors took out the needles and counted them. There were 28 needles in total. Steel needle."

Normally, tearing a barb hurts so much, let alone piercing a steel needle into the flesh of a nail, how painful is that?

Cutting with a knife is an instant thing, but with this method, the needle is inserted, the flesh is torn, and the nail is forcibly peeled off.

Thinking of that scene, the doctor turned pale again: "Can you imagine how we took those thin needles out of her fingers?"

Li Jingshen couldn't imagine the operation process, let alone how Shen Zhichu watched his hand being pierced with 28 steel needles, and watched the nails detach from his fingers.

Li Jingshen's mandible protruded, and a dark picture couldn't help but appear in his mind. Shen Zhichu's body was controlled, struggling, screaming, and twitching on the ground in pain.

His eyes were hot, his face was icy cold, and Li Jingshen burst into tears, he didn't dare to think about how Shen Zhichu survived for more than an hour.

That was Shen Zhichu, Shen Zhichu who was known as the proud woman of Rongcheng. She should have been flawless, but now she was covered with bruises.

——"Li Jingshen, if I don't come back, I hope you don't make things difficult for the Qin family, and then donate my alimony."

——"Li Jingshen will never see you again."

Shen Zhichu went there with the intention of going to death, but she never thought that her life would be worse than death in the future.

The doctor was already exhausted, and after waking up, he asked the nurse beside him to help her leave.

Li Jingshen still stood stiffly on the spot, another half an hour passed, he watched the operation door open and the nurse hurried out to get the blood bag.

He remembered that when he sent Shen Zhichu in, he had prepared a blood bag, but now he took it again, which could only mean that Shen Zhichu was bleeding heavily, or his blood oxygen saturation had dropped.

Li Jingshen couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed in with the nurse.

Seeing him following, the nurse quickly stopped him: "Sir, you can't go in, you will disturb the doctor's rescue."

"If I don't go in, I'll just watch here." There are doors and windows here to see what's going on inside.

The nurse didn't have time to talk to him, and seeing him standing where he was, he quickly sent the blood bag in.

Li Jingshen looked at Shen Zhichu who was being rescued inside. Various instruments were inserted into her body. Wasn't the scene in front of him the nightmare he had that night?

Several doctors surrounded Shen Zhichu, the room cut off the sound, Li Jingshen couldn't hear it, but he had good eyesight and could read lips, vaguely saw a doctor move his lips, "the patient stopped breathing"

Li Jingshen was a little confused when he saw these words. He stared blankly at Shen Zhichu, who was surrounded to save his heartbeat. When a person is in extreme pain, his body will automatically trigger the protection function, and the whole person seems to be shrunk into a hard shell. Unresponsive to everything outside.

Li Jingshen was like an old machine, stuck in a malfunction. After a long time, he suddenly rushed over like crazy and slammed on the glass window, shouting in a trembling voice: "Shen Zhichu!"

There was too much movement here, and the doctors and nurses had noticed this side a long time ago. Seeing him slamming the doors and windows, they immediately came over to control him and told him not to disturb the rescue of the people inside.

As if he couldn't hear it, Li Jingshen knelt on the ground collapsed, and unconsciously said: "Shen Zhichu is not breathing, you let me see her, let me see her..."

"It's useless for you to go in and look."

His eyes were suppressed and he was still staring at the "gate of life and death". Tears rolled out of his eyes, and he called Shen Zhichu's name one after another, his pupils hoarse.

For a while, only Li Jingshen's choked sobs remained, heavy and depressing, as if he could cry out all the pain.

"If Shen Zhichu can't survive, what should I do?"

No one answered his words, Li Jingshen was in great pain, he felt dizzy, his mind went blank, he looked at the doctor who suppressed him, and weakly begged him to give him a word of comfort.