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

Dr. Chen Cheng nodded and slowly said, "Meng Jinghuai is my junior, several years younger than me. He was once a well-known outstanding student in our medical school, and we had the same mentor."

"The reason he was willing to stay at the Second Hospital was because he couldn't bear to leave his family behind. He felt that the most painful thing in the world was wanting to take care of one's parents but finding them gone, so he chose his family."

I slightly tightened my grip on my side and said in a low voice, "He's a very good person and has helped me a lot."

"Since you understand his good intentions, you shouldn't be so stubborn."

Dr. Chen Cheng paused here, then continued, "Mr. Ji, people can only become better by looking forward."

When I heard this, I was shocked, and my previously depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

Then we talked about many other things.

Outside the ward, not long after the ward door closed, an elderly woman from the next ward suddenly walked towards them.

Are you the family members of the patient in this ward?

As she spoke, she pointed in the direction of ward 598, her eyes full of impatience.

Meng Jinghuai turned to look at the old woman and nodded slightly. "Yes, is there anything I can help you with?"

"He's too loud."

The old woman stared at the two people standing in front of her with displeasure and said irritably, "We are all hospitalized people around here. We are all patients and need to rest properly. But he is making a lot of noise late at night, and we can't get any rest."

"What if his noise disturbs my son's rest?!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixia's expression turned cold.

"What do you mean?"

Can't you understand what I mean?

The old woman grew angrier and angrier, putting her hands on her hips and shouting rudely, "If your family members have any problems, send them to a mental hospital right away! Don't keep causing trouble here all day long. If it's an illness that's not your area of ​​expertise, no matter how much you do, it won't help if you don't find the right doctor!"

"Shut up!"

Shen Zhixia glared angrily at the old woman in front of her, her former aloofness and nobility long gone.

Just as she was about to speak, people from nearby wards, who had gathered around at some point, chimed in, "What that old lady said, though rough, is true!"

"Yes, these days it's not illegal for mentally ill people to harm others. What if they stay here and cause trouble for us someday?"

"I also think that you should move out. It would be better for everyone."

“I saw the man inside having a seizure that day, it was really terrifying. Who knows what would happen if he stayed any longer.”

……

The onlookers argued back and forth, all trying to get Ji Nanchen to move out as soon as possible.

Shen Zhixia's face grew increasingly pale, and the temperature around her body suddenly plummeted to freezing.

She never expected that so many people would gather here one day, all to drive Ji Nanchen out!

But why should I?!

Ji Nanchen is sick, isn't it normal for him to come here for treatment?

She clenched her hands at her sides, glaring angrily at the people surrounding her. "Shut up, all of you!"

"He came to the hospital for treatment and hospitalization because he was sick. If your family members weren't sick, why would they be hospitalized? Hospital wards are set up to provide better treatment for patients. What are you trying to do now?"

"If one day, a member of your family also suffers from a mental illness, are you afraid that you will become like me today?"

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

In today's society, life is hard. Everyone is living under different pressures, and no one can guarantee that they can stay strong and never get sick.

Therefore, Shen Zhixia's words made everyone imagine their own future situation.

Meng Jinghuai concealed the astonishment in his eyes and said gently, "Everyone, please disperse. If the patient has other treatment options, we will definitely choose the best one for him, instead of lingering here. After all, nothing is more important than life."

When he said that last sentence, he glanced at Shen Zhixia with a complicated expression.

After hearing his attempt to smooth things over, the people around him echoed his words and then turned and left.

"Click."

More than two hours later, Dr. Chen Cheng opened the ward door.

As soon as he stepped out of the ward, Shen Zhixia and Meng Jinghuai, who were standing outside the door, went up to him and asked him questions one after the other.

"How is he?"

How serious is his illness?

Dr. Chen lowered his voice and said gently, "He's asleep. Let's go outside to talk."

After he finished speaking, he gave his assistant, who was standing next to him, a look.

The assistant immediately understood his meaning and quickly said, "Dr. Chen, don't worry, I'll go find a nurse to watch over the patient right now to prevent him from doing anything rash and hurting himself when no one is around."

"Ah."

After responding, Dr. Chen Cheng turned and walked towards the elevator entrance not far away.

After the three of them went downstairs together, Shen Zhixia couldn't hold back and asked again.

"Dr. Chen, how is Ji Nanchen?"

Dr. Chen Cheng did not answer her question. Instead, he said, "Ms. Shen, before I tell you about Mr. Ji's condition, I would like to ask you a few questions first."

"Okay, you ask."

Although Shen Zhixia was a little puzzled as to why the doctor didn't discuss Ji Nanchen's condition first but instead asked her questions, she didn't mind cooperating with the doctor's treatment process given the urgency of the situation.

As soon as she finished speaking, Dr. Chen Cheng asked, "What is your relationship with Mr. Ji?"

Shen Zhixia was stunned for a moment, but immediately gave an answer after regaining her senses.

"He's my husband."

"Do you remember what he went through before he fell ill?"

Dr. Chen Cheng's question made Shen Zhixia stiffen for a moment, but she quickly recounted what had happened that day.

"After Ji Nanchen had the accident, he was sent to the hospital and was in a coma in the intensive care unit for two days. I went to see him on the third day because Xu Jin was worried about his condition, so I took Xu Jin with me."

"When he saw Xu Jin, his expression was very unpleasant, especially when he heard that Xu Jin had also donated blood to save him. He directly said that he disliked Xu Jin's blood because it was dirty."

I paused here, my already clenched hands tightened even more, and I continued with difficulty, "In a fit of anger, I threw the fruit knife on his blanket and told him that I thought Xu Jin's blood was dirty, so now I'm giving his blood back to him."

"Then... he cut his wrists."

Before Shen Zhixia could finish speaking, Meng Jinghuai said irritably, "Shen Zhixia! Nan Chen has saved Xu Jin so many times, how can you let him bleed back! If it weren't for him, Xu Jin would have died long ago!"