Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 647 Whose heart

   "Really? Where did you hear that?"

   "The last time Miss Mo came to the hospital to talk to the boss of the surgery center, I overheard it."

   "So that's how it is... Then you know who the donor is? You are willing to donate your heart to Mr. Lu."

"I don't know that! But what I heard from them seems to be that the donor is pregnant, but she seems to have some kind of illness. It would be very dangerous to give birth to a child, so I signed a targeted donation agreement. Donate your heart to Mr. Lu."

   "So that's the case, but she is sick. Is the heart transplant okay?"

   "Being able to undergo transplantation must have been checked. I heard that the degree of fit is still very high."

-boom.

  The pen in Lu Heyun's hand fell to the ground and rolled all the way to the door of the dispensing room.

  The two nurses were taken aback, and turned around to see Lu Heyun sitting in a wheelchair, their faces pale as paper.

   Obviously, they got into big trouble!

  ***

   Wen Xingchen's heart has been removed and is being sent to the hospital where Lu Heyun is.

  Mo Zhiyun was worried, so he sat in the car and asked Cang Ming to follow the 120 car all the way there.

  There are no vehicles on the empty streets, the shops on the street are also closed, and there are no neon signs, the city has become dark and deserted.

  Mo Zhiyun looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, but his thoughts fell into a few months ago.

  The waiter at the cafe served coffee and left.

   What Wen Xingchen wanted was a cup of black coffee, probably because she was concerned about her pregnancy, so she just smelled it and didn't drink it.

  Mo Zhiyun cut to the chase: "What deal do you want to make with me?"

  Wen Xingchen put down the cup, looked up at her, and smiled slightly, "I want to ask you to help me give birth to this child."

  Mo Zhiyun looked at her indifferently, as if watching a psychopath, "Wen Xingchen, is there no cure for you?"

  Wen Xingchen was not angry when he heard the sarcasm in her words, and said in an unhurried tone: "You know, I have hemophilia, and giving birth to a child is a matter of death for me."

   "Then you are still alive?"

   "I don't have a family in this world anymore, I want to have a family that belongs to me." Wen Xingchen lowered his head and stroked his flat belly, his eyes glowed with tenderness.

   "Why should I help you?"

   "Because I have what you want most." Wen Xingchen said confidently.

   "What?" Mo Zhiyun frowned, eyes full of confusion.

   "Heart."

  Mo Zhiyun flinched in pain, and looked at her in disbelief.

Wen Xingchen took out an inspection report from his handbag and handed it over, "This is the heart matching report between Lu Heyun and me. The report shows that my heart matches his heart very well, which means that if I die, the heart can be transplanted." for him."

   "Why?" Mo Zhiyun flipped through a few pages of the report, then looked up at her again, "Why did you do this?"

   "I want to give my children a chance to come and see the world." Wen Xingchen replied frankly and straightforwardly, "I want to stand between you and Lu Heyun forever."

  Mo Zhiyun really wanted to call her "sick", but held back.

   "Why should I help you? Lu Heyun's life and death have nothing to do with me!"

   "If Lu Heyun's life and death had nothing to do with you, why did you appear here?"

  Mo Zhiyun was silent and did not speak.

  Wen Xingchen said slowly, "Mo Zhiyun, no one can save him except me."

  The slender fingers tapped the beating heartbeat in his chest.

   "His condition is getting worse and worse, and you are only pregnant, and he can't wait for your heart at all."

  Mo Zhiyun is not stupid, he was not fooled by Wen Xingchen's conditions.

   "And even if he waits, what should you do if you are fine?" She chuckled lightly, "Can I have someone forcefully dig out your heart?"

   "Whether he can live to that time is not something I should consider." Wen Xingchen looked extremely calm, or indifferent, when facing Lu Heyun's life and death.

   "As for your worry that I will repent when the time comes, there is no need to. You can check the survival rate of people like me."

   "You gave birth to this child even though you knew you were going to die?"

  Wen Xingchen nodded, "I want to give birth, I must give birth."

   There was a firm light in the gentle eyes, which was very different from usual.

  Mo Zhiyun could feel her determination, but couldn't believe her words, and didn't immediately agree, "I need time to think about it."

  Wen Xingchen didn't object, "I hope you don't take too long to think about it. If my child is gone, Lu Heyun really won't be able to live."

  ***

  When Mo Zhiyun pulled out of his thoughts, the phone suddenly rang, vibrating continuously.

  She saw that it was Chen Jing calling, and answered without thinking.

   In less than three seconds, his face changed.

   "Cangming, overtake and go to the hospital."

"Yes."

  Cangming immediately speeded up and rushed all the way to the hospital.

  Mo Zhiyun quickly walked out of the elevator and walked to Lu Heyun's ward.

  Chen Jing stood by the door of the ward, seeing her as if seeing a savior, "Mr. Mo, it's great that you are here. Mr. Lu refuses to sign the consent form for the operation!"

   "What happened?" Mo Zhiyun's face was tense, and his gloomy face could almost drop out of ink, "Didn't I tell you, this matter must not be let him know!"

   "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I was negligent. I didn't expect the two nurses to know about it. When they were gossiping, Mr. Lu heard about it."

  Mo Zhiyun is not in the mood to pursue the responsibility of the nurse at the moment. When the donor arrives, the doctor should arrange for an operation. There is no time for Lu Heyun to waste it like this.

  She pushed open the door of the ward and saw garbage all over the floor, while the man was sitting in a wheelchair, looking tired and angry.

  The moment she saw her coming in, the chill in Mo Mo's eyes was fleeting, and he gritted his teeth almost to pieces.

   "What are you doing?" Mo Zhiyun asked in a pretendingly calm tone.

   "Shouldn't I ask you this?" He loosened his clenched teeth, and his tone was somewhat mocking, "What do you want to do? Mo Zhiyun?"

   "I want you to live." She replied calmly.

   "Use Wen Xingchen's heart?" He asked sarcastically.

Mo Zhiyun didn't answer, but licked his lower lip, avoiding his complex and obscure eyes, fell silent for a moment, and said in a calm tone, "Whoever's heart is, it is a donor for you. A donor that will keep you alive."

   "Do you believe what you say?" He sneered, "If it's really just a donor, why don't you dare tell me? If it's really just a donor, why did you avoid me at first?"

  At first he thought that she hadn't forgiven himself, but now he realized that she had known for a long time that what she was going to transplant was Wen Xingchen's heart.

  What she couldn't forgive was that it was Wen Xingchen's heart.

   First update 12,000, and write during the rest of the day, how much more can be done! Meme da(づ￣3￣)づ

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