Li Jingshen was sent to the emergency room, and it took nearly two hours before he was sent out, with various tubes inserted into his body, an oxygen mask on his nose, and a blood oxygen detection clip on his finger.
To be honest, although Zhao Qian always knew that Li Jingshen was in poor health, he did not expect his physical condition to be so serious that he even had a heart problem.
The attending doctor came out with a stack of materials for the family members to sign.
"The family members are not here, I am his assistant, can I sign for you?"
The doctor straightened his foggy glasses and said, "His physical condition is so serious, isn't his family here?"
Zhao Qian couldn't say anything about Li Jingshen's family situation, so he just smiled awkwardly, and the attending doctor's face was a little dignified, which made Zhao Qian a little scared.
"Can I have a look at this case?"
"Okay, let me tell you about his situation in detail first, and let him sign and stamp his fingerprints when he wakes up."
The doctor called up the computer and entered the patient's information into it, and finally a screen full of ct images popped up.
The doctor drew the page to the lungs, and then took out the middle one from the pile of sheets in front of him and handed it to Zhao Qian.
Zhao Qian took it in a daze, staring at the large characters on the case sheet.
"Doctor, could this be a misdiagnosis?"
The doctor shook his head, with a heavy expression on his face: "If you don't believe me, you can wait for him to wake up before re-examination. Your boss's body knows what's going on by himself, so don't be too sad. Now that medicine is advanced, cancer research is only two years away. He has achieved great results before, and although he cannot fully recover, as long as he undergoes chemotherapy and patiently receives treatment in the hospital, maintains a good mood, and has reexaminations on time, he can live for ten or eight years."
"How long will he live if he dies?" Zhao Qian asked tremblingly.
The doctor shook his head: "The last one who wasn't treated didn't survive three years."
Zhao Qian glanced at the case sheet for several times, staring at the big characters on it¡ª¡ª
Suspected advanced stage of lung cancer.
In fact, Zhao Qian knew how long he could live with cancer. At the beginning, Shen Zhichu took medicine on time, but he still couldn't survive for three years.
How did Li Jingshen get lung cancer?
In the past few years, Zhao Qian has been worried about his health, and ordered him takeaway every day to urge him to eat. He even considered that he would get "stomach cancer", but he forgot that he would get other diseases, such as lung cancer.
Li Jingshen will get lung cancer. After thinking about it, it is not surprising. After Shen Zhichu died, he drank and smoked, and the ashtray was never empty.
The doctor temporarily received a call from a patient.
"I have a patient who is coming over here temporarily. Do you think you should go to the ward to watch your boss first, and call me when he wakes up."
Zhao Qian nodded stiffly, took the case to the ward, recovered, feeling cold all over.
He walked to the bedside, looked at Li Jingshen's thin and pale face, and only thought of one sentence.
The way of heaven is reincarnation. If the heaven spares no one, it's not that it doesn't repay, the time has not yet come.
I thought that Shen Zhichu's sentence "live to old age and die" was enough to torment people, but I didn't expect that the more tormenting people were yet to come.
The person who has been thinking about it all the time is back, but he has lung cancer.
Even if it can be cured, it will take at most ten years. Li Jingshen is 33 years old and will be 43 years later, so he is destined not to grow old with Shen Zhichu.
Thirty years old, for men, this age is the heyday, without the youthfulness of the twenties, and not yet fully contaminated with the sophistication of the forties, a man in his thirties is a landscape, but this Becoming the biggest hurdle for Li Jingshen, a hurdle that may not be overcome.
Zhao Qian was a little bit worried, a little pity, pity, why did Li Jingshen get this disease?
Sitting on a chair, Zhao Qian took out his mobile phone and wanted to read it, but he didn't know what to look at. He just stared blankly at the date on the mobile phone, and then looked up at the potion hanging on his head.
Mr. Li died a year ago, and his main property was divided into two, half to Lu Tingchuan and the other to Li Jingshen.
Over the years, the two brothers have been fighting to the death and life, and Li Jingshen has iron-blooded wrists, and unexpectedly forcibly pried out 40% of the shares from the mouths of various shareholders.
Butif these people know that Li Jingshen has lung cancer, the situation
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Zhao Qian thought of the phrase "patient's family" asked by the doctor
Li Jingshen is really going to be surprised, who will come to sign, don't those people all want him to die?
Zhao Qian suddenly felt a little depressed. He went out to get some air, but he forgot that this floor was full of critically ill patients, and the depression seemed like a dark cloud hanging over his head was about to be suppressed.
?He clenched his teeth and coughed again, this time his teeth were stained red, the man's usual proud expression was gone, his handsome face was full of sore spots.
His eye sockets were sore, blocked the blood but couldn't stop the tears, the tears flowed more and more fiercely, wet the temples and the pillow below, he was hysterical in pain.
He turned his eyes, and his eyes moved from the ceiling to the outside of the window. The foggy weather was like smoke. At this moment, Li Jingshen suddenly remembered the time when he and Shen Zhichu were still together many years ago.
Shen Zhichu doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, and hates smoking, but he always likes to smoke in front of her.
In the four years they were married, Shen Zhichu seldom lost his temper, let alone to him, but once he saw the cigarette butts in the ashtray on his desk, he told him not to smoke anymore.
That was one of the few times she got angry at him.
Li Jingshen hates people to control him the most in his life. His parents have never cared about him, so why should Shen Zhichu tell him what to do.
He was out of breath at the time, so he picked up the ashtray at hand and threw it at Shen Zhichu, hitting her arm.
The weight of the crystal ashtray should not be underestimated. At that time, Shen Zhichu covered his arms and looked at him with a hurt face, his eyes filled with tears.
Even though his hand was so painful, he still insisted on telling him: "Smoking is not good for your health, I don't want you to have trouble"
Shen Zhichu didn't dislike the smell of cigarettes from the very beginning. He didn't want him to smoke, but simply hoped that he would be healthy and free from disasters and diseases. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com