The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Too much painkillers will be addictive and will not be good for the body, so He Jiayi no longer gives Shen Zhiyu painkillers, all the pain can only be abruptly supported.

The pain was so painful that Shen Zhiyu couldn't bear it. When he rolled over on the hospital bed, in order to prevent his wound from being torn, he could only use a few nurses to press him firmly on the bed.

This pain was almost non-stop for 24 hours. Shen Zhiyu couldn't eat anything, and he lost a lot of weight quickly.

In the dead of night, he was lying on the hospital bed, curled up tightly due to pain, his flesh and skin seemed to be torn apart inch by inch, and his bones were severely broken. For fear of causing trouble to He Jiayi, he gritted his teeth, but still couldn't help but get out of his throat. There was a bit of painful whimper, and the sheets under him were soaked in cold sweat.

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside dinged, pulling back Shen Zhiyu’s confused thoughts, and instinctively told him that this must be a text message from Xia Beiqin. He raised his arm with difficulty and touched the phone on the bedside and the screen. A message popped up on it.

——Mr. Shen, I miss you very much.

Just a few words, like a panacea, made most of Shen Zhiyu's pain disappear in an instant, and he even raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a pale smile.

Bei Qing is waiting for him, what else can't make it through?

Shen Zhiyu typed on the phone tremblingly.

——I miss you too, I will go back soon.

As soon as I finished ordering to send, the intense pain moved like a sea tide, Shen Zhiyu's hand shook fiercely, and the phone fell to the ground with a bang.

It was not until the third day that the pain finally subsided. He Jiayi checked Shen Zhiyu and the surgical wound healed fairly well.

Although the pain was gone, Shen Zhiyu still found a problem. His body was like a shriveled balloon, drained of energy.

Sometimes, even when I lift my arms, I feel bone aches, my chest seems to be holding something, my breathing is a little bit quicker, I can't stop coughing, as if I want to cough out my internal organs.

"Ahem...cough..."

He Jiayi sat by the hospital bed, watching Shen Zhiyu coughing and retching, and poured a glass of warm water to him.

"Cough...Thank you..." Shen Zhiyu took the water, took a sip of water, and finally relieved his cough. He leaned weakly on the bed, his face was pale, his cheeks on both sides sunk deeply, and he was so thin that he was out of shape.

Shen Zhiyu tremblingly placed the water cup next to him, panting and asking, "Why... I don't have any strength?"

He Jiayi looked at his dying look, and he suffocated his stomach: "I said earlier that the bone marrow extraction is very harmful to the body, and it is irreversible. Now you know?"

Shen Zhiyu did not speak, closed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he asked weakly, "Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"What?" He Jiayi's eyes were stunned, thinking that he had misheard.

Shen Zhiyu tilted his head, looked at He Jiayi with a pair of dim eyes, and said, "I want to leave the hospital."

"Discharged?! Are you crazy?" He Jiayi exploded, and slammed the inspection report in his hand on Shen Zhiyu's body: "This is your inspection report. Look at it for yourself. There is nothing in your body. One is up to the standard, and you have to stay in the hospital for at least one month. You still want to leave the hospital, it's impossible!

Shen Zhiyu gasped: "I...I have to be discharged from the hospital. I promised Beiqin to go home in two or three days."