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

The nurse is still thin. The little nurse just now, she is really worried about Shen Zhichu. When the bell rang, she volunteered to push the medicine cart. It was Shen Zhichu's bloody hand that arrived.

The originally neat and clean ward was in a mess, papers were scattered on the floor, the infusion tube was messed up on the bed, and the medicine bags were thrown on the floor and spilled all over the floor.

And the most glaring thing was Shen Zhichu's injured hand, the entire back of his hand was stained red with blood, even on the quilt.

"What... what's going on? He bullied you?" The little nurse looked at Shen Zhichu's hand, and then at her reddish eye sockets, as if she was very careful when speaking to take care of her emotions.

Shen Zhichu shook his head, his voice was hoarse after crying: "I did it myself."

The nurse didn't quite believe it.

She took out a cotton swab and disinfectant from the medicine cart, and carefully lifted Shen Zhichu's left hand, the blood was a little clotted and had to be washed clean.

The place where the needle went through was bleeding out. The wound was not that big, but it was stuck there for too long, and the needle hole would be too big to heal the blood for a while.

"It may hurt a little, bear with it."

"Yeah." Shen Zhichu responded softly, raised his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze, the fact that he had already passed the most painful time was nothing.

The little nurse took off the indwelling needle and looked at her scarred left hand, which could no longer be used for needle injection.

The nurse asked, "Is it okay to pierce your right hand?"

Shen Zhichu asked: "How much more Tianye do I have to lose?"

The little nurse flipped through the booklet, there were several densely packed sheets, and made a rough estimate: "I'm afraid it will take ten days and a half months."

How long will it take?Shen Zhichu frowned, not knowing if she would be able to go to the trial next week, she sighed: "Let's do it."

The nurse's skill is good and the needle is not very painful. It is still an indwelling needle, but it is inconvenient to stick it in the right hand.

After changing Shen Zhichu's medicine, the little nurse thoughtfully changed the quilt for her, and cleaned up the papers on the floor by the way. She stared at the fake medical records and asked Shen Zhichu: "Your husband has gone back?"

Shen Zhichu licked his dry lips and nodded.

The little nurse didn't know what to say for a while, Shen Zhichu was the eldest lady of the Shen family, and three days ago she was still the pride of the women's circle in Rongcheng.

Now what is reported on the Internet is that she snatched someone else's fiancé, knelt down in the street in order to save her marriage, regardless of Shen's bankruptcy, and her father who became a murderer and went to jail.

She doesn't understand all kinds of demonization on the Internet, the grievances and grievances of those wealthy families, but she really loves Shen Zhichu.

How the outside world beautified her back then, packaged her as an invulnerable strong woman, who would have thought that she was seriously ill, and her terminal stomach cancer would not survive two years.

Any words of consolation seem pitiful to say now, the little nurse moved her lips for a long time, and only said one sentence: "Take good care of your body."

"Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again today. I'm sorry to trouble you today." Shen Zhichu drew a shallow arc. When she smiled, there would be a very shallow dimple on both sides of her cheeks. It is said that people with dimples smile It sounds very sweet, but when she smiles, it is filled with bitterness.

"No trouble, no trouble." The little nurse hurriedly shook her head, pushed the medicine cart away in a low voice.

The sound of the rumbling wheels changed from loud to small and then disappeared, and the whole room suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that she could hear the sound of the medicine falling above her head.

When people are quiet, they can't help letting go of their thoughts, and as soon as she let go, Li Jingshen's shadow will quickly occupy her, and she can't get rid of it no matter how she shakes it, it seems to have become a habit.

Li Jingshen really went back.

She will never come again, when she heard that Li Jingshen had been guarding her during the 46 hours of her coma, she suddenly had a dream and dared not even believe it.

There were still five days before Shen Changnan's retrial, and during these five days, Li Jingshen really didn't appear again.

The person Shen Zhichu saw the most every day was either the nurse who took care of her or Qin Mo.

Qin Mo works in the hospital and is busy most of the time, but whenever he is free, he will accompany her in the ward and persuade her to undergo chemotherapy.

Shen Zhichu is a person who is afraid of pain. She is very delicate, so delicate that she screams pain whenever she hears an injection, let alone asking her to undergo chemotherapy that is like scraping a bone.

Sure enough, Shen Zhichu shook his head when he heard about chemotherapy.

"Don't do chemotherapy." Chemotherapy can prolong life and is more conducive to treatment, but she has given up. Seeing that Qin Mo still wants to persuade, Shen Zhichu said bluntly, "Doing chemotherapy will cause a lot of hair loss. I don't want my head to die. It's going to be bald, and that's worse than death."

"When are you still thinking about your hair?" Qin Mo shook his head helplessly, although his expression was tangled but not as solemn as before.

"You also know that I usually like to make up and dress up." Shen Zhichu smiled, and his attitude was very perfunctory, "And you also know that I am a person who is very afraid of pain."