After that day, Shen Shuangjian never received another message or call from Xie Jinghui.
His daily life remained as monotonous as ever. While Shen Sixian worked, he would sit on a long-haired carpet not far away, holding a book, sometimes reading, sometimes lost in thought.
When it was time to eat, Shen Shuangjian he sometimes fell asleep, so she asked Shen Sixian to gently approach and wake him up.
If she wasn't sleep-deprived, Shen Shuangjian usually wouldn't be dissatisfied or react much. She would just be slowly pulled up by Shen Sixian and quietly follow him to the restaurant.
Shen Shuangjian rarely engages in any entertainment activities. He doesn't spend a lot of time glued to his phone, and aside from occasionally replying to messages, he doesn't pay much attention to the outside world.
He didn't like going out. To pass the time, he would either read a couple of books or, when he felt sleepy, gently lean back and fall asleep.
Just as Shen Shuangjian had said, he had always been a very boring person.
Tonight at the Shen Residence is no different from any other night.
While Shen Sixian on the sofa reading, Shen Shuangjian that he had fallen asleep sometime earlier.
He was curled up on the white shaggy rug between the sofa and coffee table, wrapped in a thin cotton blanket, with an open book beside his slender white hand.
Shen Shuangjian her long, smooth hair had been left untied, covering half of her face, leaving only a section of her porcelain-white, delicate chin visible.
Just as she was drifting into a hazy drowsiness, a sharp, tight pain shot through her heart, and Shen Shuangjian she had only just been jolted awake from a light sleep.
"... Hmm."
Shen Shuangjian tentatively moved his numb arm. Before he could even breathe properly, he still had a little strength left to struggle to get up.
Medicine... his medicine.
The pain of struggling to breathe forced him to open his eyes and look at the only person he could see. At that moment, Shen Sixian finally realized something was wrong.
He quickly got up and approached Shen Shuangjian. In just a few seconds, Shen Shuangjian's condition changed from pain to limpness and unconsciousness.
" Shuangjian? Shuangjian!"
She vaguely heard someone calling her name, their voice trembling uncontrollably. Shen Shuangjian could hear it, but she couldn't answer.
"The medicine! Where's the medicine! Quick, get the car ready! Hurry—!"
Shen Shuangjian didn't even have the strength to breathe rapidly. The air was compressed again and again, and the pain made his lips grow paler and paler, and the flesh between his lips trembled uncontrollably.
A single, physiological tear slowly slid down from the corner of her eye, and Shen Shuangjian's world finally vanished from darkness into boundless emptiness.
The evening rush hour in Capital had passed, but there were still many traffic lights and cars on the road. Shen Sixian was extremely anxious and ran three red lights in a row before being stopped by a police car.
When the car window was rolled down, Shen Sixian felt like he had seen a savior. As a matter of expediency, the traffic police saw that there was a critically ill patient in the car and immediately took out their walkie-talkies to clear the way.
It wasn't just because Shen Sixian's license plate immediately revealed him to be an important person, but also because of the regret and respect for life.
So, a dozen minutes later, Shen Sixian's car pulled into the hospital area. Shen Sixian carried Shen Shuangjian out of the car and rushed inside without pausing for a moment.
"The patient's heart rate has slowed and they are having difficulty breathing. Prepare for emergency treatment immediately."
Shen Sixian watched as Shen Shuangjian was wheeled into the emergency room, following closely behind, but he still had to stop outside the door.
In this hospital corridor filled with disinfectant and deathly silence, even if Shen Sixian incredibly powerful and wealthy, there were still times when he was powerless.
"Patient's family?"
The best hospital in Capital is this public municipal hospital. The Shen Family family has never been involved much in the pharmaceutical industry, so in the eyes of the female nurses, he was just an ordinary patient's family member.
When the nurse asked him a question, Shen Sixian opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat went hoarse for a moment. After pausing for a moment, he finally spoke.
"I am."
Seeing that he was completely dazed, the nurse showed a hint of regret. "Here, sign this."
Shen Sixian's mind went blank. He had the pen already in his hand when he belatedly realized what was happening and asked, "What?"
The nurse replied, "It's a waiver of liability and a surgical consent form. The patient has a coagulation disorder, so we don't recommend surgery. However, if the situation remains unfavorable after emergency measures, then it's uncertain."
With a "snap," the pen in Shen Sixian's hand fell to the ground. His hands trembled as he looked at the several consent forms with black and white words in front of him, experiencing for the first time the feeling of panic that made his hands and feet stiff.
He didn't even dare to think about what he would do if Shen Shuangjian didn't survive this heart attack.
Or to put it another way, even if she survives this time, what if there's a next time, and the time after that? Will Shen Shuangjian be so lucky every time?
"Please, you must save him!"
Shen Sixian took the pen from his assistant. His hand, which never hesitated to write down contracts worth hundreds of billions, trembled for the first time.
He signed his name, messily and forcefully, and even when he wrote the last stroke, he was so exhausted that he drew an ugly arc.
Then Shen Sixian suddenly realized that he wasn't as powerful as he thought.
It turns out that all it takes to defeat him is a single piece of paper.
"Mr. Shen, please sit down and calm down." The assistant helped Shen Sixian to sit down on a bench in the corridor.
On this long, empty road, many people, whether sitting or standing, regardless of their status or position, can only await the judgment of fate equally.
Everyone was silent, as if they had been choked.
But the quiet didn't last long before someone would start sobbing again, or wailing at the top of their lungs.
It turns out that all beings are equal before fate.
Shen Sixian closed his eyes, trying to remain calm and composed, yet also waiting with trepidation.
Despite being a shrewd strategist who likes to calculate everything, Shen Sixian is stubbornly refusing any attempts to test him at this moment.
He couldn't accept imagining a bad ending, even if he felt panicked and helpless; he simply couldn't accept it.
Time passed slowly, second by second.
Shen Sixian clenched his fists, his neatly manicured nails pressing countless purplish-blue marks into the flesh of his palms.
The emergency room door was pushed open again only after the green light came on.
"Mr. Shen!"
Shen Sixian too quickly, and when the tense dizziness came over him, he even needed his assistant's hand to help him stand up.
"The patient's condition has returned to normal; they can be transferred to a regular ward and can go home once they wake up."
The doctor removed his gloves, glanced at the man in front of him who was tense yet relieved, and said, "You're a family member of the patient, right? Come with me."