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

After she roared those words, she hung up the phone, her dark eyes filled with barely concealed ferocity.

In the end, Shen Zhixia couldn't hold back her anger any longer and swept the water glass off her desk before calling her assistant.

The call was answered quickly, and the assistant's respectful voice came through, "Mr. Shen."

“I’ve heard that the Second Hospital has been treating patients very badly lately. Please arrange for a reporter to go there and follow up on this.”

"Ok."

Although the assistant didn't know who in the Second Hospital had offended Shen Zhixia, causing her to suddenly target the Second Hospital, he was just an employee; the boss paid him, and the boss made the decisions.

After hearing a satisfactory answer, Shen Zhixia hung up the phone immediately.

Ji Nanchen, since the lesson I taught you last time wasn't enough, I'll teach you another lesson this time.

At the Second Hospital.

After Meng Jinghuai finished his work, he walked into my ward and saw that I had already packed my things and was about to leave.

His handsome brows furrowed, and he asked a question with a puzzled expression.

"Nan Chen, where are you going?"

"go home."

I smiled and walked towards him, stopped in front of him, and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about me. I remember what you said: live for yourself for the rest of your time."

"Before Zhang Guifen committed suicide, she owed 2.3 million yuan in debt. My savings over the years, including the sale of my car and shares in my studio, only amounted to 1.5 million yuan. The remaining 800,000 yuan was borrowed from Shen Zhixia."

“Besides coming to the hospital for treatment, I plan to spend the rest of my time at home doing my old job, taking on freelance work to earn money.”

I paused here and waved my phone in front of him.

"By the way, I've transferred the 300,000 yuan you borrowed from me back to you. Did you receive it?"

"received."

Seeing my current state, Meng Jinghuai felt much more at ease. "Anyway, if you need anything, just let me know."

"We're good brothers, who else would we turn to if not you?"

I laughed and punched his shoulder with my fist, instantly easing the tension between us.

This is the first time we've talked so easily since I found out I had cancer.

After we chatted for a bit longer, Meng Jinghuai handed me the bottles of medicine he had brought. "I asked Dr. Lin, and because your condition is worse than before, he prescribed you new medicine. The bottles have instructions on how many pills to take each day. Remember to take your medicine on time when you get home."

"Okay, I'll do whatever Dr. Lin and Dr. Meng say."

After I smiled and took the medicine bottle from him, I couldn't help but ask another question.

"Could you prescribe a few more of those super painkillers you gave me last time?"

Meng Jinghuai was taken aback, then reached out and grabbed my arm with a nervous expression. "Did you finish all those special painkillers I gave you last time?"

"We didn't finish it, but there's not much left. I'm worried that there won't be enough left at home."

I chuckled and scratched my head, then said, "You know how excruciating this pain can be when it strikes. I'm afraid I might not be able to bear the pain and want to commit suicide, so just in case, please prescribe some more potent painkillers for me."

"I'll get you some strong painkillers right now, but you must remember to avoid taking them if possible, as excessive use of strong painkillers can lead to drug resistance."

After Meng Jinghuai finished speaking, he waited until I nodded before turning around and leaving the ward.

Not long after, Meng Jinghuai returned with the prescribed special painkillers.

After handing it to me, he added with a touch of concern, "Nan Chen, if you need anything from me, feel free to contact me anytime."

"it is good."

After giving a soft reply, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Shen Zhixia has ever cared about me?"

During the few days I was hospitalized for chemotherapy, I thought carefully about my past with Shen Zhixia again.

After Pei Jin committed suicide, Shen Zhixia did hate me and kept causing me trouble.

Later, after we got married, she changed men one after another, just to humiliate me. But why was she so concerned and tearful when I was critically ill and hospitalized?

Seeing the struggle in my eyes, Meng Jinghuai sighed helplessly and turned to look out the window.

"Nanchen, look at the sunlight outside the window."

I listened to him and turned to look out the window.

The sunlight outside the window is dazzling; if I stood in the sun right now, I would feel warm all over.

Meng Jinghuai's voice rang in my ears, "It's true that you like sunny days, but you can't stop the sun from rising in the east and setting in the west. Some people just don't love you, and that's not your fault; it's just that you two are destined to be apart."

"okay, I get it."

After saying goodbye to Meng Jinghuai, I took my medicine and took a taxi back to my old home.

When I returned to the villa, I saw Shen Zhixia sitting on the sofa as soon as I entered the living room. Her face was gloomy and indifferent.

Where have you been these past few days?

I paused, then continued walking, finally sitting down on the sofa opposite her. "I had a relapse and was in a coma for several days in the hospital."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixia frowned, and her gaze toward me became even more displeased.

"What kind of illness causes someone to be in a coma for several days?"

"cancer."

After I uttered two words expressionlessly, my fingers, which were placed at my side, trembled slightly involuntarily.

Soon, the expected sarcastic remarks rang out from across the room, "Pretending to have cancer again, Ji Nanchen, what else can you do besides faking illness and playing the victim?"

After Shen Zhixia finished speaking, her gaze lingered on my pale cheek for a few seconds before she awkwardly looked away.

For some reason, she found his pale face somewhat frightening.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth and said indifferently, "The master bedroom is on the second floor. If I jumped from the second floor, wouldn't it be normal to be in pain for a few days?"

Shen Zhixia slammed her water glass heavily on the table, her tone turning cold and harsh as she spoke again.

"So you knew jumping from the second floor would cause pain, then why did you still try to gain sympathy by jumping off the building?!"

"Do you think I'd fall for your sob story of being covered in injuries?"

She gave a mocking laugh and continued, "You've already injured yourself, and instead of staying in the hospital to recover, you're just being lazy. Ji Nanchen, what's your brain made of? Is it filled with water?"

She originally thought that Ji Nanchen, such a healthy and strong man, would recover in a few days even though he was injured after jumping from the second floor.

But when she went to see him three days ago, she found the ward empty; he had already been discharged.

I looked up and calmly met Shen Zhixia's mocking eyes.

"Shen Zhixia, if this villa were tall enough, I would probably be dead by now."

Shen Zhixia's pupils contracted slightly, and she felt a tightness in her chest because of those words, making her feel uncomfortable.

She remained silent, and I excused myself to go to the kitchen to get some water and left the living room.

I don't want to love Shen Zhixia anymore. I thought that as long as I guarded my heart and didn't have any delusions about her, that would be enough.

But when I actually sat across from Shen Zhixia, I found that I still couldn't face her as calmly as I had imagined.

After I poured the water and came back, I stood opposite her and asked in a deep voice, "Is Xu Jin's injury healed?"