Chapter 707

"Is the bone marrow extraction successful?" Shen Zhiyu asked in a hoarse voice.

"You..." he Jiayi couldn't help but scold: "you don't care about your body, even open your mouth to ask about the bone marrow first!"

Shen Zhiyu looked at he Jiayi with begging eyes: "just tell me."

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

Leaving this sentence, he Jiayi stormed out of the ward.

The sun goes down and night falls.

Shen Zhiyu can finally feel the existence of his body, but the pain is still severe. The suture of the surgical wound is like being torn.

When the anesthesia completely subsided, the pain of being gouged out by a knife came from every part of his body, skin, bones, meridians, and even the viscera. The pain made him want to roll on the bed, but his strength seemed to be drained together with the bone marrow.

Even if he lifted his arm, he would be tired. His chest was empty, with breathing and piercing wind.

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

"How are you?"

He Jiayi originally intended to ignore it. She wanted to make Shen Zhiyu suffer. She wanted to make Shen Zhiyu regret her choice, so she gave up blood research. However, he knew what kind of pain the patient would suffer after anesthesia. Finally, he could not help but rushed to Shen Zhiyu's ward.

As he expected, Shen Zhiyu was already in pain and was about to faint. As long as he clenched his teeth and grasped the sheets under his body with both hands, his gums were bitten and bleeding, and his pale lips were dyed red.

Looking at his appearance, he Jiayi red eyes: "I have said, will be very painful, you don't believe it, now regret it?"

Shen Zhiyu bit his teeth and made a painful voice from his throat: "no... No regret..."

He Jiayi was shocked. He didn't expect that the one who was afraid of pain would soon die. Shen Zhiyu still gave the answer to these three words.

"I did... I really did, can you?" He Jiayi smashed the bed board with her fist and said to the nurse behind her, "come on, take two painkillers!"

The nurse hesitated and said, "painkillers can only relieve the pain temporarily. When the effect is over, he will still bear the same pain."

"I know. Get it quickly!"

As a doctor, how could he not know, but he could not bear to see Shen Zhiyu like this.

Soon, the nurse brought the painkiller, and he Jiayi gave Shen Zhiyu two pills. Shen Zhiyu gradually calmed down, his pupils began to relax again, and then he fell asleep.

Shen Zhiyu's mobile phone at the head of the bed rings. He Jiayi picks it up and looks at it. It's a short message from Xia Beiqing.

——Mr. Shen, I'm going to bed. Although friends are important, you should also pay attention to rest. When you come back, good night.

He Jiayi didn't help reply and left her mobile phone fidgety to one side.

To tell you the truth, he thanks Xia Beiqing for paying for his encounter. I know that because of his encounter, Xia Beiqing became disabled and ruined the rest of his life. But now, isn't it Xia Beiqing who makes him suffer?

Shen Zhiyu had a good night's sleep. The next morning, when he woke up, the effect of painkillers faded, and the overwhelming pain swept to him, almost annihilating him.