CHAPTER 289: CHAPTER 289: SHE IS A PATIENT

Bian Yue only then felt the pain of the shards embedded in her skin. She looked at Shen Jinci approaching her and spoke with a hoarse, apologetic voice: "I’m sorry, I forgot..."

Without saying a word, Shen Jinci picked up Bian Yue, stepped over the chaotic mess, and walked downstairs.

Bian Yue was still uneasy. "That vase was bought by your father, right?"

"I don’t know." Shen Jinci paused for a moment. His pace did not stop, but his tone softened as he whispered, "Yueyue, I don’t care about it."

Bian Yue nodded, lowering her eyes. After a while, she whispered softly, "Then... where are we going now?"

"To the hospital."

The soles of Bian Yue’s feet were in pain, but she still thought Shen Jinci was overreacting, "There’s no need to go to the hospital... I think it can be dealt with at home."

Shen Jinci put her in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt for her, his face not as serious as before, and gently explained in a calm voice, "Yueyue, you are pregnant now. We have to be more careful about everything, can’t take it lightly. I will accompany you to the hospital, we’ll get your wound treated, and then I will take you to see a psychologist."

The uneasy light in Bian Yue’s eyes intensified. She looked at him silently for a long time before nodding.

On the road, Shen Jinci drove very steadily, Bian Yue kept turning to look at his profile. After a long time, she tentatively and cautiously asked, "Shen Jinci, what do you plan to do if I really get sick?"

"I will stay by your side, always."

He spoke with emphasis, heavy with the promise.

Bian Yue’s eyes grew warm, and she said softly, "Shen Jinci, I know I am sick."

It was a red light, and Shen Jinci slowly brought the car to a stop.

He held Bian Yue’s hand, gently caressing the back of her hand with his fingertips, his voice tender as he said, "Yueyue, getting sick is normal, everyone gets sick. You have me, no matter what happens, I will be there for you."

"But you are Shen Jinci." Bian Yue’s eyes reddened. "The wife of Shen Jinci can’t be a patient."

The red light was long but eventually changed.

Shen Jinci did not start the car, despite the honking behind him.

His noble and aloof face showed nothing but obsessive love as he said, "I can stop being Shen Jinci, but you must be my wife."

Listening to his words, Bian Yue eventually could not hold back her emotions and began to cry uncontrollably.

At the Shen Family’s private hospital, a meeting had been going on for several hours.

Bian Yue had been given a sedative and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Inside the meeting room, Shen Jinci, looking at the thick medical file and diagnosis in his hand, heard the chief physician sitting to his left slowly say, "The madam’s condition is not optimistic. It would be best to stop all her work and rest."

"Work is very important to my wife. She will not accept this solution." Shen Jinci frowned, flipping through the medical file, his tone stern, "Is there no other way aside from this?"

"The madam is suffering from depression. Plus, her body was originally not strong. If she continues to worry because of work, her condition will only worsen." The chief physician spoke earnestly, "If you trust my judgment and advice, I hope you can let the madam rest and spend more time with her. Don’t let her overexert herself anymore."

Shen Jinci looked at the medical file in front of him, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice, "What’s the cause?"

"It’s probably due to long-term high-pressure work, and... most importantly, the death of a loved one." The chief physician paused, then added, "According to the checks we’ve done for the madam, the stimulus she received recently must have been more than just Miss Bian Shu’s death, right?"

Shen Jinci’s gaze suddenly darkened, filled with indescribable guilt.

Of course, there was more than Bian Shu. There was also in the past, his own fabricated identity, Li Sihe’s death, and the overwhelming affairs of Honey.

None of them was trivial.

Shen Jinci used to think that he should teach Bian Yue the ability to survive, so that even if she left him, she could stand on her own.

Thus, whether it was her frustrations with company affairs or gambles with Lixing, Shen Jinci always took a bystander’s attitude.

But now, with this diagnosis in front of him, Shen Jinci suddenly realized that perhaps all those previous obsessions didn’t matter anymore.

He just regretted, regretted letting her bear so much alone.

He was always beside her, he could have done better, but because of these so-called rational assessments, he let her face so much cruelty and reality on her own.

Did he really need to take such a big risk to make Bian Yue learn these so-called skills?

For a time, Shen Jinci found it hard to breathe.

After a long time, he finally responded to the chief physician, his voice extremely strained, "Yes, there’s a lot."

"That’s to be expected. The madam’s psychological problems didn’t happen overnight. It’s just that Miss Bian Shu’s death brought all the problems to light."

"Other than stopping work, do you have other suggestions?" Shen Jinci’s expression was inscrutable, making it impossible to guess his emotions.

The chief physician, uncertain, took a moment before carefully saying, "Because... Miss Bian is pregnant now, so she cannot take medication. My current treatment recommendation is to spend more time with her, stop working and all mentally exhausting activities."

Finally, Shen Jinci shifted his gaze from the medical file and looked at the chief physician. His eyes were impassive as he said, "The matters discussed today, once they leave this meeting room, I do not wish for anyone to know."

"Mr. Shen, rest assured, we’ve all signed confidentiality agreements. Anything that shouldn’t be said, we won’t speak of," the chief physician hurriedly said. "We won’t tell anyone about your wife’s health condition!"

When Bian Yue woke up, it was another sunny day.

Looking out the window, what emerged in her mind were her conversations with the doctor from the previous night.

Bian Yue knew that her illness might be quite serious.

Shen Jinci was sitting by her side, and when he saw her waking up, the man stood up and brought over the breakfast next to him, "Yueyue, you’re awake. Have something to eat first."

Bian Yue then turned her head to look at Shen Jinci, blinking in surprise, "Did you sit here all night?"

"Yes, I didn’t feel at ease leaving you alone." Shen Jinci paused for a moment, then opened the meal box, "This is porridge I stewed in the kitchen, try it."

Bian Yue sat up and reached for the porridge in Shen Jinci’s hand as instructed.

"I’ll feed you, just sit tight."

"Oh..."

Bian Yue nodded, smiling and said, "Thank you, dear, for taking care of me!"

She seldom spoke like this, with a sweet and playful tone.

Shen Jinci looked at her, his smile uncontrollable and his gaze full of tenderness, he cooled the porridge in his hand and spoon-fed it to Bian Yue. Only after finishing the bowl did he put it aside.

Bian Yue could tell he was troubled, "Shen Jinci, do you have something you want to tell me?"