The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Marrow... was the extraction successful?" Shen Zhiyu asked in a hoarse voice.

"You..." He Jiayi couldn't help cursing angrily: "You don't care about your body, so you open your mouth and ask about your bone marrow first!"

Shen Zhiyu looked at He Jiayi with pleading eyes: "Just tell me."

He Jiayi stared at Shen Zhiyu and replied fiercely: "Don't worry, the extraction is successful. When the anesthesia is completely over, you can cry!"

Abandoning these words, He Jiayi rushed out of the ward fiercely.

The setting sun fell, and night fell.

Shen Zhiyu could finally feel the presence of his body gradually, but there was still severe pain that followed, and the suture of the surgical wound seemed to be torn abruptly.

When the anesthesia completely subsided, every part of his body, flesh, bones, meridians, and even the internal organs, there was a pain like being cut by a knife, and it was so painful that he wanted to roll on the hospital bed, but the strength on his body seemed to be affected by the bone marrow. Drained together.

Even if he raises his arm, he will be tired and unable to breathe, his chest is empty, accompanied by breathing, filled with a biting cold wind.

Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open, and He Jiayi rushed in with two nurses.

"Jiyu, how are you!"

He Jiayi originally intended to leave it alone. He wanted Shen Zhiyu to suffer, and Shen Zhiyu to regret his choice, so he gave up blood research, but... he knew what kind of pain the patient would suffer after anesthesia, and he finally endured it. He couldn't help but rushed to Shen Zhiyu's ward.

As he expected, Shen Zhiyu was so painful that he was about to faint. As long as he gritted his teeth, clutching the sheets under him with both hands, even his gums were bitten and bleeding, and his pale lips were stained red.

Seeing his painful look, He Jiayi's eyes reddened anxiously: "I have said it, it will be very painful, you don't believe it, do you regret it now?"

Shen Zhiyu gritted his teeth and let out a painful voice from his throat: "No...no regrets..."

He Jiayi was shocked. He really didn't expect that even if the pain was about to die, Shen Zhiyu still gave the answer in these three words.

"I took it... I really took it, can you?!" He Jiayi slammed the bed with his fist, and said to the nurse behind him: "Quickly, get two painkillers!"

The nurse hesitated: "Pain relievers can only temporarily relieve the pain, and he will still endure the same pain after the effect of the medicine has passed."

"I know, get it quickly!"

As a doctor, how could he not know, but he couldn't bear to see what Shen Zhiyu looked like now.

Soon, the nurse brought painkillers, and He Jiayi fed Shen Zhiyu two pills. Shen Zhiyu gradually calmed down, and his pupils began to dizzy again, and then he fell asleep.

Shen Zhiyu's cell phone on the bedside rang, and He Jiayi picked it up to see that it was a text message from Xia Beiqin.

——Mr. Shen, I'm going to sleep. Although friends are important, you should also pay attention to rest. Good night when you come back.

He Jiayi didn't help reply, and threw the phone aside irritably.

To be honest, he thanked Xia Beiqin for his dedication. I know that Xia Beiqin became disabled because of the encounter and ruined the rest of his life. But now, isn't it also Xia Beiqin who made Zhiyu endure this pain?

Shen Zhiyu slept peacefully all night, and when he woke up the next morning, the effect of the painkiller faded, and the overwhelming pain swept over him, almost annihilating him.