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

The moment Xu Jin sat in the driver's seat, he came up with a solution.

Meng Jiaojiao is rich and powerful; perhaps he could set a trap to make her see Ji Nanchen, and then persuade her to get rid of him without anyone noticing.

He was the one who reaped the benefits, like a cicada stalking a bird.

At the hospital, Shen Zhixia carried two insulated containers and headed straight for Ji Nanchen's ward.

When she went out, there was almost no other sound in the corridor except for the noise from the patients.

When she returned, she saw several nurses rushing toward a ward.

Her brows furrowed slightly, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

The next second, several family members of patients standing at the ward door couldn't help but start whispering among themselves—

"How terrifying! A patient in the ward ahead suddenly fell ill and I heard he cut his wrists with a knife."

"Slitting his own wrists?"

"Yes, I heard they hit hard, there was blood everywhere, it was terrifying."

"I don't even know if I'll be able to survive."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixia's pupils constricted, and she immediately pushed through the somewhat crowded people, quickly walking towards Ji Nanchen's ward.

As she passed by a ward, she didn't notice the wet puddle on the ground. She stepped on it and slipped, causing the thermos she was carrying to fly out of her hand and hit the ground a short distance away with a crisp sound.

"Snapped!"

The insulated container was slammed to the ground and shattered into pieces, spilling the food inside all over the floor.

The sharp pain in her knee made Shen Zhixia frown even more.

But she couldn't care less at that moment. She immediately got up and stumbled towards Ji Nanchen's ward.

The patients' family members who witnessed this scene looked at each other in shock.

"Who is this person? Why are they running around in such a panic?"

"Could she be a family member of the patient who fell ill earlier?"

"Now that you mention it, it does seem quite plausible to me. After all, if something hadn't happened to her family, why would she have run away in such a panic?"

……

Shen Zhixia acted as if she hadn't heard anything and ran straight towards Ji Nanchen's hospital room.

At that moment, all she could think about was the image of Ji Nanchen cutting his wrists and bleeding profusely; she was afraid he was really dead.

Before she went downstairs, she clearly told Li Xiangnan to keep an eye on Ji Nanchen, so nothing should have happened.

After she ran to the ward door, she forcefully opened it.

"boom!"

The ward door slammed against the wall with a loud thud.

"Ji Nanchen, are you crazy?"

When I heard this, I was somewhat taken aback.

I didn't do anything, I was just sitting quietly on the bed drawing design drafts, so why did Shen Zhixia suddenly come over and question me angrily?

Did Xu Jin say something to her again?

At this moment, Shen Zhixia stood panting at the door of the ward, one hand on the door frame, looking at everything in the ward with some astonishment.

I was still sitting on the bed drawing design drafts, while Li Xiangnan was organizing his contract documents. Everything seemed the same as when she had just left.

Shen Zhixia frowned and walked closer to me, asking in a hoarse voice, "Ji Nanchen, are you... are you alright?"

"what?"

I stared at Shen Zhixia in astonishment, my hand holding the stylus unconsciously tightening.

Shen Zhixia had a thin layer of sweat on her face, her knees were scraped, and she was quite dirty.

Didn't she go downstairs for something? Why does she look so disheveled?

Shen Zhixia ignored my answer, only glanced at me up and down, and finally her gaze fell on my wrist, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Ji Nanchen is alright.

She was terrified. When she heard someone commit suicide by cutting their wrists in the hallway, her first thought was, "I'm going to commit suicide too."

In her mind, I had a history of wrist-cutting suicide, so it was normal for me to do something like this again.

I stared at her blankly for a moment, then turned my gaze back to my design draft.

For a fleeting moment, I wanted to ask her how she ended up in such a sorry state, but then I realized there was no need to ask.

They can't go back, so asking or not asking doesn't matter much.

Shen Zhixia stood not far away and saw this scene. She pursed her lips and immediately lowered her head without saying a word.

She felt like she was doomed; she might actually care about Ji Nanchen now.

She walked back to her seat and turned to Li Xiangnan, "It's getting late. Go to a nearby hotel and get some food to go for lunch."

"Yes."

Li Xiangnan respectfully responded and turned to leave the ward.

After he left, Shen Zhixia sat in her seat, looking at me with a complicated expression.

It seems he really doesn't care about her at all anymore.

A sharp pain shot through her knee, and Shen Zhixia frowned slightly. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean the wounds and dirt on her body.

When she came out of the bathroom, I was still revising the design draft. I could feel her burning gaze as she stood at the bathroom door looking at me.

Her gaze fell on the scar on my left wrist, and her hand, which was at her side, trembled involuntarily.

She wanted to stay with me until I recovered, because she didn't want to experience that terrifying feeling again.

The following week passed uneventfully. Shen Zhixia and I kept our distance and lived peacefully.

A week later, I recovered.

After Dr. Chen Cheng finished his last psychotherapy session with me, he called Shen Zhixia out alone.

“Ms. Shen, Mr. Ji has recovered, but you should still be careful when communicating with him recently. If he is still unwilling to talk to you, do not force him.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixia's eyes darkened, and she coldly retorted, "What if he continues to refuse to talk to me?"

"Once he calms down, he will naturally speak when he wants to."

After speaking gently, Dr. Chen Cheng still couldn't help but add, "If possible, try your best to meet Mr. Ji's requests and don't let him feel too much psychological burden."

He had witnessed Shen Zhixia's ruthlessness before, so he was naturally afraid that Shen Zhixia might accidentally make him so angry that he would have to be hospitalized again.

"I see."

After uttering a single sentence indifferently, Shen Zhixia turned and walked into the ward.

She didn't know when Ji Nanchen would be willing to talk to her.

At this moment, I sat on the hospital bed with indifferent and detached eyes, watching Shen Zhixia walk towards me step by step. My hands, placed at my sides, unconsciously tightened, and my palms were already covered with a thin layer of sweat because of nervousness.

Shen Zhixia stopped three steps away from me, her eyes filled with complex emotions as she looked at me.

For some reason, she always felt that Ji Nanchen's feelings for her seemed to have faded.

"Ji Nanchen, let's go home together."

Come back home?

I pursed my lips, tightened my grip on my hands at my sides, and looked at him with a mocking expression.

Where is our home?