Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

The nurse's sharp cry was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, stirring up silent waves in the stagnant air of the conference room.

After a brief, almost vacuum-like silence, chaos erupted.

"Awake?! Shen Yujing is awake?!"

"And you specifically want to see Li Xiangnan?!"

"Oh my God, he's finally awake! It's been over ten days, and we can finally move on with this case!"

Exclamations, questions, and whispers of disbelief instantly filled the space.

Wei Dongliang suddenly put out the cigarette butt that had been lit again at some point, and the ashes fell to the ground.

The enamel pot in Lan Tiangui's hand fell out of his hand with a clang, and the boiling water spilled all over the floor.

Wen Xianping's serious face was instantly replaced by great astonishment, and his fingers subconsciously tapped the table, disrupting his rhythm.

Fei Yiqing pushed his glasses, and the sharp eyes behind the lenses showed obvious fluctuations for the first time. He quickly flipped through the report as if he wanted to confirm something.

The three doctors had different reactions - Lu Dingkun froze as he bent over to pick up the stethoscope, Wang Dong's hand stopped in mid-air as he was adjusting his glasses, and Liu Yishou's mouth was wide open enough for a fist to fit in, with the joke about "supercomputer" completely stuck in his throat.

Song Zimo reacted the fastest, grabbing the still-gasping nurse and saying, "He can really talk?! Is he really awake?"

The young nurse was frightened even more by this scene and nodded repeatedly, "In... in the isolation ward built by Doctor Wang and the others! Doctor Hao is guarding it! Comrade Shen... Comrade Shen is indeed awake, although very weak, but... but he is conscious. He seems to have heard us talking about Doctor Li, as if he can't believe that it was Doctor Li who saved him, so he wants to see...!"

All eyes, once again, focused on Li Xiangnan with even stronger curiosity and urgency.

The brief daze on Li Xiangnan's face caused by fatigue and the news of Shen Yujing's awakening had disappeared, and he returned to his usual calmness.

He didn't look at anyone, but nodded slightly to the nurse: "Got it, I'll be right there."

The voice was steady, without any ripples, as if the earth-shattering news just now was just a notification for him to check the room.

He ignored the noisy suggestions behind him, such as "Let's go and take a look together" and "Advisor Li, please wait for us." He did not even respond to the concerned looks of Song Zimo and Wang Defa. He just took a step forward and walked straight through the passage where the crowd automatically separated, heading towards the door.

The straight shadow cast by the sunlight behind him seemed particularly firm and lonely at this moment.

The intensive care isolation ward of the prison infirmary is filled with the cold smell of disinfectant and medicine.

The thick curtains blocked the glaring sunlight outside, and only the dim green light from the monitor screen and a small lamp at the bedside could barely illuminate the space.

Shen Yujing was lying on the hospital bed, her face was a sickly sallow color, her eye sockets were sunken, her lips were chapped and peeling, she had a nasal oxygen tube inserted and an infusion needle stuck on the back of her hand.

He looked like a body that had just been dug out of an ancient tomb and was barely clinging to life.

However, the pair of eyes that had just opened were unusually bright, shockingly bright, like two clusters of blue flames burning tenaciously in the ashes, surging with the confusion of surviving a disaster, the weakness deep in the bones, and a forcibly suppressed, almost instinctive vigilance.

Doctor Hao, who was guarding the bedside, was visibly relieved when he saw Li Xiangnan push the door open. He lowered his voice and quickly reported, "Doctor Li, his vital signs have temporarily stabilized. The laryngeal edema has subsided a lot, but his vocal cords are severely damaged. Speaking is very labored and hoarse. He is conscious, but his memory seems to be fragmented, and the specific details before and after the poisoning are very vague. As soon as he woke up, he asked...asked if someone was trying to harm him. Then, after hearing that you saved him, he shouted that he wanted to see you."

Li Xiangnan nodded and his eyes fell on Shen Yujing's face.

Their eyes met in the air.

In an instant, the cluster of blue flames in Shen Yujing's eyes suddenly shot up, burning with an extremely complex light - shock, disbelief, deep hatred, a trace of imperceptible fear, and a sense of absurdity of being mocked by fate.

He recognized this face!

This was the face he had cursed countless times in his heart and wanted to tear into pieces!

Li Xiangnan!

Li Xiangnan, the man he regarded as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his side, who he used all his connections to try to drive out of Yanjing and even resorted to countless means to suppress!

The Lin Chuqiao he loved and the Li Xiangnan he always loved!

How could it be him? !

How could it really be him?!

How could it be him, the doctor in a white coat standing by the bed?!

That figure, with its cool medicinal scent and unquestionable power, that seemed the only thing he grasped in the endless darkness and suffocating pain before his consciousness faded... Could it be... Could it really be him?!

A "ho...ho..." sound like a broken bellows came from Shen Yujing's throat, and her cracked lips moved violently. She seemed to want to say something, but because of her weakness and damaged vocal cords, she could only squeeze out discordant sounds.

He struggled to raise his hand, but it pulled the infusion tube, causing the monitor to issue a slight alarm.

"Don't move!" Dr. Hao hurried forward and held him down.

Li Xiangnan had already walked to the bedside. He naturally picked up the record board on the bedside and quickly glanced at the latest vital signs. Then he leaned over and approached Shen Yujing. His voice was low and clear, with a doctor's unique soothing and unquestionable command:

"Shen Yujing, this is Li Xiangnan. You've just escaped danger and are very weak. Don't try to speak or move with force. Just listen to me and nod or shake your head."

His face was very close, so close that Shen Yujing could see the calmness and concentration in his eyes. There was no trace of gloating, nor the complacency or sarcasm he had expected, only a pure, professional scrutiny and concern.

This calmness, like a basin of cold water, poured on the hatred boiling in Shen Yujing's heart, but instead aroused even stronger, insulted anger.

"you……"

Shen Yujing tried her best and finally squeezed out a hoarse and almost distorted syllable from her torn throat, with a strong smell of blood, "...Why...why...is it...you?"

Every word seemed to be sanded out, filled with pain and extreme hatred.

His eyes were fixed on Li Xiangnan, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Li Xiangnan seemed not to hear the strong hatred, or even if he heard it, he didn't care.

He stood up, picked up the cotton swab beside him, dipped it in warm water, and wiped Shen Yujing's cracked and bleeding lips very naturally and gently.

This action was professional and distant, but it made Shen Yujing's whole body stiffen suddenly, as if he had been licked by a poisonous snake.

"I'm the doctor here," Li Xiangnan said in a calm voice. "You've been poisoned by the highly toxic zinc phosphide, which has caused severe respiratory failure and multiple organ damage. Your life hangs by a thread. It's my duty to save you."

He put down the cotton swab and looked at Shen Yujing's chest, which was rising and falling rapidly with excitement. "Your question will be asked when you have the strength to speak. Now, you need to conserve your energy."

"Duties...responsibilities?"

Shen Yujing sounded as if she had just heard a ridiculous joke. A strange hoarse sound came from her throat, and her sallow face flushed with a sickly red flush of excitement. "Li... Xiangnan... stop... being... hypocritical! You... hate... me... and... can't... wish... me... dead!"

These words exhausted the little strength he had just accumulated, and he began to cough violently, his body curled up in pain.

Dr. Hao quickly adjusted the oxygen flow and looked at Li Xiangnan nervously.

Li Xiangnan waved to Dr. Hao and approached Shen Yujing, calmly as if Shen Yujing was just a tool.

"Why? Why do I wish you were dead?"

Shen Yujing raised his head with difficulty, not avoiding Dr. Hao at all, his expression was obscure, rigid and full of hatred.

"Because you must know...I'm the one who's ostracizing you!"

"..."