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

"It's uncertain, mainly depending on the patient's recovery. The specific treatment plan and recovery time can only be determined after a professional doctor examines and treats the patient."

The doctor had originally intended to leave at this point, but before he left, he thought about what had just happened in the ward and couldn't help but add one more sentence.

"Don't think of depression as a minor illness. In fact, the consequences of having depression are very serious. The mortality rate of depression in our city is very high."

"it is good."

Shen Zhixia solemnly agreed, secretly resolving to find a psychiatrist to see her the next day.

After the doctor left, Shen Zhixia thought for a moment, but in the end, she couldn't resist quietly pushing open the ward door and taking a peek at Ji Wo's condition from afar.

After seeing me sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and she turned around and went back to Xu Jin's ward.

"Xiaxia, how is Nanchen doing?"

As soon as Xu Jin, who was lying in the hospital bed, saw Shen Zhixia enter, she immediately propped herself up and sat up, looking at Shen Zhixia with concern.

Shen Zhixia shook her head slightly, "He's fine, he's already asleep."

Upon hearing this, Xu Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and a relieved expression appeared on her face. "It's good that you're alright. I was just afraid that he would go too far and lose too much blood, and become critically ill again."

"If he becomes critically ill again, it's his own fault."

After saying this in a cold voice, Shen Zhixia lowered her head slightly and looked down at the blanket on Xu Jin's calves.

Did he scratch your leg?

"My leg is fine."

Xu Jin said she was fine, but her legs couldn't help but tremble.

Shen Zhixia immediately sensed something was wrong, reached out and pressed her hand on his knee, saying nervously, "Let me see where he grabbed?"

As she spoke, she yanked off the blanket covering Xu Jin, and then she saw several glaring scratches on his calves.

Xu Jin's calf was scratched, and bright red bloodstains were scattered on her calf, making Shen Zhixia feel sorry for Xu Jin again. "I'll go get you some disinfectant."

"It's just a minor injury, it doesn't hurt."

Xu Jin reached out to stop Shen Zhixia from going, but his hand grasped nothing.

Shen Zhixia rushed back with iodine and cotton swabs, carefully wiping away the scratches on Xu Jin's calf. "Next time, stay away from Ji Nanchen, so you don't hurt yourself again."

"okay, I get it."

Xu Jin responded softly, then cautiously glanced at Shen Zhixia. She pursed her lips, then pretended not to be able to hold back and whispered, "Xiaxia, don't be angry with Nan Chen anymore. He's actually quite pitiful. He's suffered so many injuries, and he's in a lot of pain, both mentally and physically. That's why he wanted to find an outlet to vent."

Shen Zhixia narrowed her eyes slightly and remained silent for a long time before finally refraining from saying anything harsh.

On the other hand, by the time Meng Jinghuai finished dealing with the hospital matters and rushed to the First Central Hospital, it was already afternoon.

As soon as he entered the hospital payment hall, he heard several family members gossiping about what had happened that morning while holding their payment slips.

"That man in room 598 is so pitiful. I heard he was crushed by a solid wood cabinet and brought to the hospital with multiple fractures. Even so, his wife still dared to openly bring her male mistress to his door to provoke him. It seems she really doesn't love him at all."

These words sounded familiar to Meng Jinghuai, and he paused in his tracks.

The gossip continued not far in front of him—

“My husband just went to that ward. He heard that she committed suicide by cutting her wrists. There was blood everywhere. It was horrible!”

"Wait, I suddenly remember who that woman is. Isn't she the famous Shen Zhixia, the president of the Shen Group?"

"Then...then that man is her husband, Ji Nanchen, who owns a well-known studio?"

"Tsk, I never thought a man in his early twenties would turn out like this. Oh right, I remember now, his mother apparently committed suicide by jumping off a building a while ago, causing quite a stir. I heard she was involved in a fraud case."

"How pitiful!"

……

Later on, Meng Jinghuai could no longer listen to their discussions.

He ran towards the inpatient department with slightly unsteady steps, heading straight for the nurses' station to ask if Ji Nanchen's room was 598.

When he arrived at the ward door, there was no one outside.

"Knock knock knock."

When the knocking sounded, I was startled while lying in the hospital bed and immediately turned my head to look warily toward the door of the ward.

The person standing outside the door waited for a moment, but received no reply, so they opened the ward door and went inside.

As soon as Meng Jinghuai walked in, he saw my pale face.

My fingers twitched slightly, and I looked at him with surprise.

Why is Meng Jinghuai here?

How...how did he know I was in trouble?

After regaining my senses, my eyes flickered, and I asked weakly, "Why are you here?"

“Your condition was very critical before. When the hospital was in emergency care, they sent people to retrieve your medical records from various hospitals. I just received the news.”

That's why we arrived so late.

After closing the ward door, Meng Jinghuai walked to the bedside and sat down, his gaze falling on my bandaged left wrist. "What happened to your hand?"

Did he really commit suicide by cutting his wrists?

Meng Jinghuai's hand tightened suddenly at his side, and his voice became hoarse as he spoke again, "Ji Nanchen, do you really want to die?"

"No."

I denied his question, paused, and then explained, "The solid wood bookcase in the villa collapsed, and I was trapped under it. I was bleeding profusely and was rushed to the hospital in critical condition."

"How could the solid wood bookcase suddenly collapse?"

Meng Jinghuai immediately noticed something was wrong, and his handsome brows furrowed.

I glanced at him, offered no explanation, and remained silent for a long while before finally speaking with disgust: "Shen Zhixia said that Xu Jin saved me by donating blood, and I find him disgusting. I just want to return his blood to him."

Meng Jinghuai sighed helplessly, his hoarse voice echoing in the ward, "Why don't you think he's the one returning your blood?"

Upon hearing this, my fingers, which were resting at my side, twitched slightly.

I honestly hadn't thought of that.

However, to be honest, Meng Jinghuai is right to say that, since if I hadn't donated blood to save Xu Jin in the first place, he would be dead by now.

After seeing the disgust in my eyes slowly fade away, Meng Jinghuai, who was sitting by the hospital bed, got up, poured me a glass of water, handed it to me, and then told me about the recent situation at the hospital, as well as about Su Jinyun.

As he finished speaking, I unknowingly fell asleep.

A lot has happened recently, and I am physically and mentally exhausted. In addition, the nurse gave me a sedative-like medication, so I am quite sleepy now.

After I fell asleep, Meng Jinghuai sighed softly, got up and left the ward.

Before coming to this ward, he asked the nurse if there was a person named Xu Jin hospitalized, and it turned out that there was, and that she was staying right across the street.

Meng Jinghuai walked to the door of the opposite ward and pushed open the door of ward 603 with force.

"boom!"

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

Xu Jin was startled and immediately looked up towards the direction of the ward door.

When he saw that the person who came was Meng Jinghuai, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the person with a provocative gaze.

Is Meng Jinghuai worried that Ji Nanchen isn't providing enough support, so he's here to "add points" for him?