He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Villa up and down.

No one could predict that Li Tingchuan would cut his wrists.

The night is long and silent.

Jian Xiang lives on the third floor.

She has been extremely nervous these days.

back home.

I feel a little more at ease.

I went to bed early at night.

She had a nightmare.

I dreamed of a lot of blood and her legs were crushed.

After many years.

She could still smell the strong, pungent smell of blood.

She woke up from her dream.

sweating a lot.

Faintly, she seemed to really smell blood, and the smell was not like in her dream.

Jian Xiang felt uneasy and wanted to hear her son's voice, so she reached for the phone on the bedside table and called Li Tingchuan.

No one heard.

She looked at the time. It was not yet twelve o'clock.

Even if I fall asleep.

You should also be woken up by the ringing phone.

She was so flustered that she threw off the quilt, got out of bed with difficulty, moved to the wheelchair, slid the wheelchair, took the elevator, came to the door of Li Tingchuan's bedroom, raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Tingchuan, Tingchuan..."

Li Tingchuan didn't seem to be anything unusual these two days.

Jian Xiang was still calm at this time.

No one in the bedroom answered.

She twisted the doorknob.

Locked.

My heart skipped a beat and a strong sense of uneasiness swept through my body.

Jian Xiang immediately called the housekeeper Uncle Yang.

Uncle Yang is a light sleeper as he is old.

After hanging up the phone, he took people upstairs.

Jian Xiang's eyes turned red with anxiety: "Break the door, break the door quickly!"

The bedroom door was damaged.

A group of people rushed into the house.

The pungent smell of blood wafted from the bathroom.

Everyone rushed straight into the bathroom.

The blood in the bathtub was completely stained red.

Li Tingchuan, who was lying inside, had no trace of blood on his face and his breath was extremely weak.

Jian Xiang was so frightened by the scene in front of her that her heart stopped for a few moments.

Shortness of breath.

I nearly passed out!

Uncle Yang rushed over, grabbed the white towel placed on the side, and wrapped it around Li Tingchuan's wrist.

The whole villa was in chaos for a while.

Li Tingchuan was sent to the hospital overnight.

Jian Xiang sat in a wheelchair, standing outside the operating room with a pale face.

My heart was pounding.

Tears kept falling.

This was her and Li Sinan's only son, her only son, and her only concern in this world. What if...

Bastard.

Don't you consider her as a mother at all?

When Li Tingchuan was sent to the hospital, he was already in shock.

During the rescue process, the heart stopped beating several times for more than two minutes.

The situation is extremely critical!

The lights in the operating room were on for more than three hours.

The door finally opened.

Jian Xiang wiped away her tears: "Doctor, how is my son?"

The doctor took off his medical mask and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. We tried our best. Mr. Li lost too much blood and fell into a deep coma. He is likely to remain in a vegetative state."

vegetative!

Jian Xiang was just holding on, and her heart ached when she heard these words!

It felt like being hit hard on the head.

It's black in front of you.

Fainted.

"Madam! Madam..."

Li Tingchuan was pushed into the intensive care unit.

Jian Xiang entered the operating room.

When she wakes up.

It was the next morning.

When she opened her eyes and saw the doctor, she grabbed the doctor's hand and said anxiously, "Doctor, my son, my son...can he wake up?"

"Madam, please don't be excited. Calm down." The doctor was afraid that she would faint again due to excessive sadness, so he said in one breath: "I and several colleagues in the department have held a meeting overnight to discuss Mr. Li's condition. He lost too much blood and his brain was not supplied with enough blood, which caused damage to various body functions and he fell into a deep coma. That is what we often call a vegetative state. Usually, the best treatment time for this kind of situation is within three months after the coma. The probability of a vegetative state waking up is 10% to 15%. The probability of waking up within three months after the coma is the highest. If he doesn't wake up within three months, it's probably..."

Jian Xiang cried with tears streaming down her face and begged, "Doctor, you must think of a way. You can spend as much money as you want and use the best medicine. I only have this one son. Please, please save him..."

The doctor comforted her: "We will do our best. Please take care of yourself."

Jian Xiang went to the intensive care unit to see Li Tingchuan.

Sitting outside the glass window.

I cried so hard that I fainted several times.

Over the next two days.

The hospital tried every possible treatment.

Li Tingchuan still showed no signs of waking up.

Jian Xiang's mood became increasingly depressed.

People calmed down.

She had to stay calm.

still have a chance.

She can't be messy.

She has to hold on!

Jiang Yu wanted to say something, but he saw that Jian Xiang was too sad. He fainted and woke up, woke up and fainted again, and dared not say anything. Seeing that Jian Xiang's emotions had stabilized, he gave the two documents to Jian Xiang: "Madam, this is what Mr. Li asked me to do. I didn't know at the time that Mr. Li wanted to... I thought Mr. Li wanted to use money to win back Mr. Shen, but I didn't expect that he had such thoughts."

Jian Xiang took the two documents and flipped through them.

The contents of the two documents are almost identical.

It’s just that the beneficiaries are different.

One is Jian Xiang.

One is Shen Ruoyan.

Li Tingchuan divided all his assets into two, half to Jian Xiang and half to Shen Ruoyan.

Both documents have been notarized by a lawyer.

It will take effect once Jian Xiang and Shen Ruoyan sign.

Read the file contents.

Jian Xiang burst into tears again.

Jiang Yu blamed himself: "I'm sorry, Madam. If I had noticed it earlier..."

Jian Xiang cried and said, "Xiao Jiang, don't blame yourself. I don't blame you. If he wants to take this step, it's unstoppable."

Jiang Yu lowered his head and said, "Madam, you must take care of yourself. As for the group... we don't know when President Li will wake up, so we need someone to take charge."

Li Tingchuan is the chairman and CEO of Li Group. Jian Xiang kept it a secret that he cut his wrists and fell into a deep coma.

Two days passed.

Li Tingchuan showed no sign of waking up.

Time has passed.

It will definitely not be hidden.

Jian Xiang held two documents in her hand and thought of what the doctor had said to her. If there were people he cared about, they would talk to him often. To a certain extent, it could increase the probability of him waking up.

After much deliberation, Jian Xiang decided to contact Shen Ruoyan.

Shen Ruoyan kept Jian Xiang's contact information from Qiao Wangshu. Shen Ruoyan's idea was simple. She didn't want to continue to get entangled with Li Tingchuan. Jian Xiang promised to restrain Li Tingchuan. She kept Jian Xiang's contact information purely for self-protection. If Li Tingchuan came to entangle again, she could call Jian Xiang and ask Jian Xiang to take Li Tingchuan away.

Li Tingchuan didn't come to bother him.

Shen Ruoyan spent a few days relaxing.

I saw Jian Xiang’s call.

Shen Ruoyan answered the call suspiciously: "Auntie, do you want to talk to me about something?"

Jian Xiang's voice had long been hoarse from crying: "Ms. Shen, Tingchuan... Tingchuan cut his wrists."

Shen Ruoyan's breath was choked.

Slit your wrist?

Jian Xiang cried and said, "Three days ago, he insisted on being discharged from the hospital. The doctor examined him and agreed to let him go. That night, he cut his wrists at home. The doctor said he lost too much blood and fell into a deep coma, a vegetative state. For two days, he showed no signs of waking up. The doctor also said that if someone he cared about could talk to him, he might wake up.

"Ms. Shen, I know it's my son who has let you down.

“I don’t have the face to ask you for help.

“But I really can’t help it.

"I only have this one son, he is the son of Si Nan and I. If he really can't wake up, what else do I have to worry about in this world? How should I explain to Si Nan a hundred years from now?

"Miss Shen, I beg you, can you help me?

"Just say a few words to him, please, Miss Shen, please..."