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

Just as I was about to speak, the ward door opened and Xu Jin walked in with a look of surprise and a hint of unease on her face.

"Nan Chen, you're finally awake."

Xiaxia and I were both very worried about you. How are you feeling now?

I met his somewhat flustered expression and gave him a mocking smile. That smile disappeared quickly, but Xu Jin noticed it.

I know he's afraid I'll tell him about the razor blade he hides under his shirt, but what good will it do me to tell him?

Shen Zhixia won't believe me.

I looked at him indifferently and said meaningfully, "It's fine. It would have been better if I hadn't seen you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixia frowned and stared at me warningly.

"Ji Nanchen, what do you mean by that?"

“When you were sick and nearly unconscious, I asked Xu Jin to help bring you to the hospital. Your illness wasn’t caused by him, so why are you talking to him so sarcastically?”

I calmly turned my head to look into Shen Zhixia's dark eyes, and quietly watched her lash out at me.

As expected, compared to Xu Jin, she cared more about Xu Jin's feelings.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that the choice I made last night was really right. Anyway, I only have a few months left to live, so I should avoid causing trouble for Meng Jinghuai and the others.

When Shen Zhixia met my calm eyes, her anger subsided by half.

She remembered how I had been on the verge of death, so she softened for a moment. "Ji Nanchen, I... I didn't mean to make you angry as soon as you woke up. I just can't stand that you always blame Xu Jin for your mistakes."

Why blame Xu Jin for your own mistakes?

I gave a mocking smirk, a contemptuous laugh.

If Xu Jin hadn't deliberately hidden a razor blade in the hem of his shirt, would I have ended up in this predicament?

Shen Zhixia didn't hear me speak, nor did she care, and continued to ask the same question.

"What were you doing in the guest room last night? How did you get sick?"

I glanced sideways, my gaze landing on Xu Jin. "Last night I washed that shirt for Xu Jin, and then..."

Before I could finish speaking, Xu Jin's expression changed, and she anxiously interrupted me.

"What? Nan Chen, you...you didn't get a fever because you washed my shirt, did you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so weak. If I had known you would get a fever from washing a shirt, I definitely wouldn't have let you wash it."

Xu Jin looked at me earnestly, her face full of self-reproach.

Standing next to him, Shen Zhixia frowned even more. "Xu Jin, this is not your fault. You didn't want Nan Chen to have a fever either. It's just that his body is too weak."

I stared intently at Xu Jin, my eyes holding a half-smile.

Xu Jin panicked even more when he saw me like this, afraid that I would expose his secret, and quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Xiaxia, don't say that about Nanchen. The doctor also said that he had a stomach problem recently, and with the fall from the building, his immune system hasn't recovered yet, so his resistance is relatively weak. If I had thought of these things earlier, he wouldn't have had to suffer so much."

Seeing Xu Jin's remorseful expression, Shen Zhixia frowned even more.

She turned and glared at me, about to yell at me, but I spoke first.

I said, "My illness and fever were not caused by washing Xu Jin's shirt."

As soon as I said those words, Shen Zhixia's anger dissipated by half, while Xu Jin stood there dumbfounded, completely unexpected that I would say such a thing.

I took a weak breath before continuing, "Last night, I was planning to wash Xu Jin's shirt and dry it as soon as possible, but I broke the faucet in the guest room and water was gushing out."

"My clothes got soaked by the cold water spray, and then I was fixing the faucet while it was running. I even cut my palm while fixing it. In the end, I couldn't go downstairs and had to turn off the water valve in the guest room."

Xu Jin looked at me in shock, completely unexpected that I would say such a thing.

When the doctor was treating Ji Nanchen's wound, he looked at Ji Nanchen's wound. The wound was very clean, and it was obviously cut by him hiding under the hem of his shirt. Why didn't he tell the truth?

After listening to my explanation, Shen Zhixia sighed helplessly.

"If the faucet switch is broken, and you don't know how to fix it, just leave it as is. Why make yourself sick and injured?"

I lowered my eyes, concealing my cold gaze, and spoke in the same calm tone as before.

"It was getting late, and I didn't want to wake you up."

After I finished speaking, I suddenly looked up at Xu Jin with an apologetic expression, "It's just a pity about your shirt, it's stained with blood, and I guess it can't be washed out."

"While shirts are precious, they are never as important as your health."

Xu Jin said those words as I expected, her expression turning somewhat unpleasant, and she almost lost her composure.

At this moment, he finally understood why Ji Nanchen had kept quiet about the razor blade he had hidden under his shirt; his purpose was to force him to say it.

After he finished speaking with righteous indignation, his eyelids drooped, and his next words carried a hint of regret.

"Speaking of that shirt, Xiaxia specially had it custom-made for me, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhixia walked over and said gently, "Alright, don't be sad. If you like it, I'll take you to have another one custom-made another day."

"it is good."

Xu Jin immediately looked up at Shen Zhixia with a bright smile, as if they were a perfect couple.

I watched this dramatic scene unfold before me, my face calm, but a slight ache still lingered in my heart.

I love Shen Zhixia so much that it's become a habit, so it's understandable that I can't stand seeing her being nice to Xu Jin. But in the future, I will be even more careful to control my emotions and learn to get used to the feeling of not loving Shen Zhixia.

The next second, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

"Knock knock knock."

The voice was calm and measured, awaiting a response from the person in the ward.

Shen Zhixia turned her head to look in the direction of the ward door, and said softly, "Come in."

The ward door opened the next second, and the person who came in was a doctor from this hospital.

I recognize this doctor; he's the one who diagnosed me with a stomach hemorrhage.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

The patients were all seriously ill, yet the doctor came to treat them with such a calm and composed demeanor, even knocking on the door before entering.

Are they afraid I won't die fast enough?

The doctor seemed completely oblivious to my sarcasm, and walked into the ward with a smile, saying, "I heard the patient has woken up, so I'm coming over to do some basic examinations."

Shen Zhixia glanced at him sideways, then got up and walked to the bedside.

The doctor took my temperature with a thermometer, then looked up at the IV drip and said, "The patient's fever has subsided, but another IV drip is needed to boost their immunity."

Shen Zhixia glanced at my pale, bloodless face and asked in a deep voice.

Does he need to be hospitalized?