Shen Songbo, chairman of Huayu Group, was rear-ended by a truck behind him because he stopped on the highway, and was still in danger after being rescued, and was arranged for observation and treatment in the municipal hospital.

Yang Xiaoran in the passenger seat was slightly better, but he also had more fractures, and it would take a month to be discharged from the hospital.

Xijing took Shen Zhinian to the hospital to "visit" Shen Songbo, although Shen Songbo was awake, he couldn't move, only his eyes could move slightly, his breath was weak and he was wearing a ventilator.

"Patients need to be quiet, not all crammed inside." The doctor kicked out the people who came to see him, and they were nothing more than business partners and friends.

Only Shen Zhinian, Xijing, and Assistant Cheng were left in the ward.

The sound of the ECG sounded softly, making the atmosphere even more somber in this quiet space.

Shen Zhinian sat on the edge of the hospital bed, lowered his head and said nothing, it could be seen from his clenched fists that he was angry, but it did not rise to the point of hatred, how could a person with intellectual disabilities understand hatred.

"Assistant Cheng, can you please buy a bottle of water? I'm thirsty. After finding a reason to push Assistant Cheng away, a fierce look appeared on Xijing's indifferent face.

She doesn't like the feeling of being influenced, blame Shen Zhinian, a mentally retarded person who is simple and harmless and stubborn, likes her, so let him not like it.

Let him hate!

For people who hate themselves, Xijing is much better at dealing with them.

Naturally, how to make people hate, the tide mirror is also very skilled.

Shen Songbo is now waiting for an ECG ventilator, and he doesn't know if he can survive it.

Scold.

Xijing sneered, his eyes fell on the oxygen mask, and said to Shen Zhinian: "I think Uncle Shen seems to have been uncomfortable, that thing must be out of breath when he is holding it, should we help him." ”

Shen Zhinian has been in a very low mood, although he is angry, he is not angry because of Xijing's lies, but because of his phone call that caused his father to have a car accident, he is just angry that he is useless.

Hearing Xijing's words, he raised his eyes and looked at the oxygen mask, which was much tighter than his hands on his mouth and nose, and of course he would be out of breath.

"Well, you're right." Shen Zhinian nodded in response.

“！！” Shen Songbo, who heard the conversation between the two, was still in a daze, and suddenly sobered up. But his injuries were too serious, even if he was conscious, his body was uncontrollable, and he could only turn his eyes and breathe.

Xijing continued to induce and said, "Then help him take it off, you see that he is in a hurry." ”

Shen Zhinian reached out and touched the oxygen mask, and saw his father's unfocused but eager eyes with horror, the kind of horror that he was about to face death.

His head hurt, more than before.

He withdrew his hand.

"Uncle Shen wants to speak." Xijing continued to induce, "You leaned in and listened, did you want to say something to you?" I couldn't hear it because of that thing. ”

Shen Zhinian knocked on his sore head, and saw that his father was indeed pursing his lips and wanted to speak.

"Take it off, he seems to have something to tell you." The smile in Xijing's eyes became deeper and deeper, and when he looked at Shen Songbo, he was like looking at a fish on a chopping board, slaughtered by others.

Shen Zhinian lifted the oxygen mask and asked, "Dad, what do you want to say?" ”

Without the support of the ventilator, Shen Songbo's breathing became rapid and difficult, and his lungs also felt uncomfortable, he tried to struggle, tried to ask for help, but he couldn't even raise his hand.

At this time, Shen Songbo knew that his son had not recovered at all, and only the mentally retarded would think that the oxygen mask would make people breathless.

The ups and downs on the "drip ————" ECG become a straight line.

Shen Zhinian was stunned.

The splitting headache disappeared, and he suddenly understood what these things represented, which represented death.

And was removed from the oxygen mask in his hands.