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

Li Jingshen choked, he was so out of breath by Qin Mo's words, he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Qin Mo has a good nose. Li Jingshen smelled smoke before Li Jingshen approached him. He reminded: "Zhichu is not in good health and can't smell smoke. If you haven't taken care of anyone, go back. I've already given She arranged for a nurse to explain the precautions."

The short and concise words are where he came from and where he went back. Unfortunately, Li Jingshen was thick-skinned and didn't listen to his words at all. He just heard Shen Zhichu's name that Qin Mo was so close to. He felt extremely uncomfortable, like a toy that was always by his side. It's like being peeped at by a stranger. Although he doesn't like the toy very much, it's still his, and no one can allow it to be peeked at.

Here is a public place where patients are resting, so it is not convenient to argue, so Qin Mo turned and left after speaking indifferently.

Li Jingshen stood on the spot and smelled himself. After two days of not taking a shower, he already had a strange smell. The smell of smoke was well covered up, but what Qin Mo said was right. Shen Zhichu couldn't smell the smoke. As a last resort, he stood up again. Wait in the ventilated place to wash away the smell of smoke before returning to the ward.

After walking a certain distance, Qin Mo told the nurse beside him: "You will hand over the fake case report to Li Jingshen later."

He promised to hide it for Shen Zhichu, so he prepared this fake report a day before.

The nurse asked: "But will he believe it?" After all, the patient had vomited so much blood before and had issued a critical illness notice.

No matter how much the little nurse thought about it, she couldn't figure out what kind of mental retardation it would take to believe such a report.

"If he really cares about Zhichu, he will definitely investigate, but if he doesn't care, he will believe everything and won't take it to heart."

The little nurse nodded half-understanding, and went to the intensive care unit with a report after arriving at the office.

……

Li Jingshen had breathed out and was about to go back. He was about to open the door when a nurse behind him stopped him.

"Sir, you wait."

Li Jingshen turned around and looked at the panting person who ran up to him, his eyes moved down and finally settled on the pile of documents in her hand.

"Sir, here is your wife's medical checklist."

Li Jingshen froze for a moment, and then reached out to pick it up after a long pause. He held it in his hand and flipped through two pages, then suddenly stopped, looked at the column of "stomach bleeding" in the condition, and there was nothing there.

The nurse carefully glanced at the emotion on his face, seeing that his eyes had been fixed on the column of "stomach bleeding", she suddenly wanted to slip away.

"Isn't she stomach cancer? Why isn't it on here?"

The nurse smiled awkwardly and explained, "Your wife doesn't actually have stomach cancer..."

"You said she didn't have stomach cancer? She was lying to me!" Li Jingshen's face remained unchanged, but in those deep and cold eyes, there seemed to be boundless cold air spreading from them for a moment, making people uncontrollably terrified.

Faced with Li Jingshen's questioning, she felt as if she was being stared at by a ferocious beast. The little nurse's legs were a little weak, and she forced herself to stay where she was, with her calves spinning, she nodded hastily.

"This is what your wife meant. If you want to ask, you can ask her." After she finished speaking, she glanced at the door next to her, recalling the woman's bloodless face, and comparing it with Li Jingshen's ferocious look as if he was about to swallow someone. She couldn't help reminding her, "But her situation was really dangerous at that time, otherwise she wouldn't have asked you to sign the critical illness notice."

Li Jingshen didn't listen to her advice at all, he was full of thoughts that Shen Zhichu United Hospital had lied to him, she didn't have stomach cancer at all.

The inspection report in his hand twisted into a ball with his strength, and soon became a handful of waste paper.