The CEO's wife, suffering from terminal cancer, is filled with regret!

When she asked that question, she couldn't help but recall the scene that had happened outside the ward earlier that day.

However, compared to Ji Nanchen's life, rumors and gossip are indeed insignificant.

Dr. Chen Cheng nodded. "Yes, it will be more convenient for me to treat him if he is transferred to another hospital."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and added another sentence.

“Ms. Shen, if Mr. Ji is very resistant to your approach, I suggest you keep your distance from him for the time being and not be too aggressive.”

"it is good."

Shen Zhixia responded with a complicated expression, then said indifferently, "Thank you for coming today, Dr. Chen."

"You're welcome."

After saying this, Dr. Chen Cheng glanced at his assistant, then turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Before leaving, the assistant glanced subtly in Meng Jinghuai's direction, and after exchanging a look, turned and left.

After they left one after the other, Shen Zhixia walked straight towards Meng Jinghuai and stood in front of him.

"Don't say anything about Ji Nanchen mistaking his savior for someone else."

"Miss Shen, are you scared now?"

Meng Jinghuai coldly looked at the woman standing in front of him with a gloomy expression, his eyes full of mockery.

Nan Chen used to love Shen Zhixia wholeheartedly, but she never treated him any better. Now that she knows Nan Chen has mistaken his savior for someone else, she regrets it.

But there's no going back in this world.

Ji Nanchen could no longer love Shen Zhixia.

Shen Zhixia frowned, looking at Meng Jinghuai with displeasure, "What do I have to be afraid of?"

"If you're not afraid, why don't you dare let Nan Chen know the truth?"

Meng Jinghuai asked indifferently, directly hitting the darkest spot in Shen Zhixia's heart.

Shen Zhixia's body temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point, and her gaze towards him became even more gloomy.

"Meng Jinghuai, this is between Ji Nanchen and me, it has nothing to do with you."

Standing in front of her, Meng Jinghuai's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Shen Zhixia, do you think Nan Chen would regret all the things he's done for you all these years if he knew that the person who saved him back then wasn't you?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixia's pupils constricted, and she couldn't help but raise her voice, angrily rebuking him.

"Meng Jinghuai!"

"what happened?"

Meng Jinghuai looked at Shen Zhixia with a half-smile, showing no fear of her threats.

Shen Zhixia took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging anger in her heart, and said in a deep voice, "His condition is already very serious. You don't need to tell him at this time, adding to his worries and making his condition worse."

"About the person who saved my life, I... I'll find time to tell him."

Meng Jinghuai looked at her silently for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "Alright, I'll leave that matter to you to handle yourselves."

That's what he said, but in reality, he had already planned to tell Ji Nanchen about it when Ji Nanchen was in a better mood, so that Ji Nanchen wouldn't hesitate to hurt Shen Zhixia and take revenge.

Shen Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"It's getting late, you should go home soon. I'll take good care of Ji Nanchen."

"Shen Zhixia, you'd better keep your word."

After saying this, Meng Jinghuai turned and left.

He knew that Shen Zhixia felt guilty towards Nan Chen at this moment, so she would do her best to take good care of Nan Chen.

But he didn't believe her.

After leaving Shen Zhixia's sight, he turned around and went to find an acquaintance at the hospital, secretly instructing him to keep an eye on the patient in room 598 and to contact him immediately if anything seemed amiss.

When Shen Zhixia returned to the ward, I was still fast asleep.

She unconsciously thought of what Dr. Chen Cheng had just said, and her usually hard-hearted heart began to crack.

Ji Nanchen, who was the person who saved you back then?

Over the years, whose substitute have I been in your heart?

Shen Zhixia clenched her fists tightly, gritted her teeth, and looked at me lying on the hospital bed with increasingly sharp eyes. She wished she could wake me up right now and question me about who saved me twenty years ago.

But when her gaze fell on my pale face, her pupils contracted slightly, and her hands, which were at her sides, fell limply to her sides.

She didn't dare ask.

She was afraid that she really wasn't the person she had liked for twenty years.

She feared that the possessiveness she harbored towards me was a desire that shouldn't exist.

After a while, Shen Zhixia sat on the hospital bed not far away and relaxed her tense shoulders.

"Ji Nanchen, you were the one who provoked me first. Since you dared to provoke me, you are not allowed to run away in fear."

The person who makes the first mistake should have the courage to take responsibility for it.

When I woke up, the sun had already set.

Shen Zhixia sat quietly at the door of the ward, watching me.

I shuddered, my body tensing up involuntarily as I stared at Shen Zhixia with wary eyes.

She smiled gently, her voice soft, "Ji Nanchen, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"I want to take care of you until you recover both physically and mentally, okay?"

I kept a straight face and didn't say anything, not understanding what Shen Zhixia was up to this time.

Shen Zhixia raised an eyebrow at me and said with a smile, "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and tentatively took a step toward me.

My palms were sweating with nervousness. After she took two steps closer to me, I finally couldn't suppress my fear and yelled at her, "Get out!"

Shen Zhixia paused, then slowly backed away.

"Don't get agitated. If you're afraid of me, I won't come near you."

She knew I was scared, so she slowly approached me, again and again. After a while, I could tell that she meant me no harm.

For the next three days, Shen Zhixia spent most of her time in the hospital. The nurses on duty would check on her from time to time, afraid that she might do something emotionally extreme again and hurt herself.

During the day, I stay by myself. Occasionally, when Meng Jinghuai comes to visit me, I will talk to him.

I felt like my body was slowly recovering; the bruises, cuts on my wrists, and scrapes were healing little by little. But my mental state didn't improve at all.

I take my medication on time, but I still wake up from nightmares every day.

I saw my parents again and again. I saw my mother crying in front of me, saying that she really loved me. She was a first-time mother, so most of the time she didn't know how to love me.

Then the scene before my eyes shifted, and I was transported back to the day she jumped to her death. The ground was covered in bright red blood, like red plum blossoms falling from a tree, strikingly beautiful.

It seems like I saw a similar bright red scene not long ago, but I've forgotten for a moment when.

Three days later, my mental state deteriorated further.

When I'm lucid, I've thought that maybe I really do have a mental illness, otherwise why would I keep thinking about Zhang Guifen's suicide?

If this continues, I'm probably going to die soon.