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

Upon hearing this, Meng Jinghuai immediately turned to look at me, his expression serious.

I gave a wry smile and explained what had happened recently.

“I have been taking the medication you prescribed on time, but my emotions have been fluctuating a lot lately, so the medication may not be very effective.”

Dr. Lin had previously emphasized that significant mood swings could affect treatment.

I originally intended to take it easy, keep my emotions stable, and prioritize my survival.

But what happened that day—first, Meng Jinghuai almost got into a car accident, then I learned that Zhang Guifen's death was orchestrated by Xu Jin, and there's even the possibility that Shen Zhixia was involved—made it really hard for me to remain calm.

I lowered my eyes, my dark pupils filled with bitterness.

Seeing this, Dr. Lin sighed helplessly, "Mr. Ji, you are in a special period right now, so you must keep your emotions stable. Frequent emotional outbursts are a big no-no and will not be conducive to our treatment."

"okay, I get it."

I looked at Dr. Lin solemnly, my tone more serious than ever before.

Right now, I have nothing. Besides paying off the remaining debt I owe Shen Zhixia, the most important thing for me is to be good to myself.

Dr. Lin placed my test report on the table and earnestly gave me some advice.

"After chemotherapy, your immunity is weaker than that of a normal person, so you must go back to the hospital for a blood routine test on time. This way, if there is anything wrong, we can find it in time and intervene with medication immediately."

"Ok, I see."

I nodded and listened attentively to Dr. Lin's instructions.

Dr. Lin then mentioned some other precautions, and then had Meng Jinghuai lead me to receive an injection of a special drug that inhibits the proliferation of cancer cells.

The nurse who injected me with the special medicine this time was the same one as last time.

After she had prepared all the tools, just like last time, she couldn't help but urge me to have a tube inserted into my arm.

“Mr. Ji, according to your treatment plan, you will need to inject special drugs and other medications for a long time to come.” “I really don’t recommend that you just tough it out like this. It’s one thing for you to suffer from needles being stuck in your veins every time, but it will also cause some damage to your blood vessels from the chemotherapy drugs. If the drugs leak out, the skin around you will be corroded.”

"Why don't you reconsider having a tube implanted in your arm?"

This time, I didn't refuse her suggestion.

I said, "Okay, then I'll trouble you to insert the tube into my arm."

I didn't choose to have a tube implanted in my arm because once the tube is implanted, I won't be able to lift heavy objects, and it will also affect my daily life.

To reduce my own pain, I'll just have the tube inserted.

The nurse standing next to me paused for a moment after hearing my agreement, seemingly surprised that I would agree so quickly this time.

For the next period of time, I cooperated with the injections and endured the torment of the illness.

Two days later, I went for chemotherapy again.

When I came out of chemotherapy, my consciousness was blurred.

I felt pain all over my body, my back was soaked with cold sweat, and I was feeling drowsy.

When I woke up again, it was already evening.

I was lying alone in a hospital bed, and all I could see when I opened my eyes was the hospital's white ceiling.

Before I could even react, I felt my whole body start to ache again.

The pain was a pain that spread to every part of my body, so painful that I couldn't help but curl up and even had to breathe softly.

Just as I was pressing hard on my abdomen to try to relieve the pain, I pulled on my arm. The wound on my arm throbbed, and I felt another tingling pain on my scalp.

Why is it so hard to survive?

When I closed my eyes slightly, I suddenly thought of Shen Zhixia for some reason.

That year, when my father locked me in a dark room, it was she who rescued me.

She squeezed through the only window in the small, dark room and said, "Don't be afraid. I said I would save you, and I will."

And then she actually rescued me.

I remember it clearly; the sun was shining brightly outside that day, and she was smiling radiantly too.

But she doesn't smile at me anymore.

After reflecting on it, I kept reminding myself that Shen Zhixia was cruel and cold-hearted, and that I couldn't be so habitually kind to her.

I gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, gritting my teeth and telling myself, despite the excruciating pain, that I would live the rest of my life for myself, only for myself.

I went through this kind of pain repeatedly for two days.

Meng Jinghuai has come to see me frequently these past few days, but he hasn't stayed long because he has work to do.

By the third day, I felt the pain had lessened, and I knew I had gotten through it again.

After I recovered, I tried to get up and go for a walk. As soon as I stood up, I saw a large clump of hair lying on the floor of the ward.

I knew chemotherapy would cause hair loss, but I didn't expect to lose so much hair.

Perhaps before long, I will become the brightest hard-boiled egg in the crowd.

That noon, I quietly ate the most delicious lunch I'd had in days, and then turned on my phone to call Shen Zhixia.

As soon as I turned on my phone, a flood of messages came in.

Shen Zhixia called me many times.

She must be trying to torment me, and she couldn't find anyone, so she got anxious.

After a moment of stunned silence, I came to my senses and pressed the call back button.

The call was answered shortly after it was dialed, and Shen Zhixia's annoyed voice came through the phone.

"Ji Nanchen, how dare you play hide-and-seek with me?"

She searched for him for three whole days!

She originally just wanted to leave Ji Nanchen in the hospital and let him reflect on his actions for a couple of days, but when she went to the hospital again, the nurse told her that Ji Nanchen had already been discharged.

He didn't go home.

She searched many places but couldn't find him.

At that moment, she clearly felt her own panic, as if she had suddenly lost something important, causing inexplicable fear and dread.

She checked all the surveillance footage near the hospital and found that Ji Nanchen left the hospital on his own. So she called him many times, but none of the calls went through.

Later, she went to see Meng Jinghuai, but he seemed even more anxious than she was, as if he knew nothing about the situation, which dispelled her doubts.

Then, today, she suddenly received a call from Ji Nanchen.

Upon hearing Shen Zhixia's roar, my hand holding the phone tightened again, and I instinctively began to explain.

"No, my phone died, that's why..."

I stopped halfway through my explanation, and as I looked down, I couldn't help but shake my head and chuckle.

Why should I explain so much to Shen Zhixia? She won't believe me anyway.

Not long after, Shen Zhixia's angry voice came from the phone, "Ji Nanchen, come home right now! If you don't come home, you'll face the consequences!"