Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 648 is almost

   "Is this important?" Mo Zhiyun asked softly, "The most important thing now is not to have a donor who can allow you to undergo surgery, so that you can survive? What is more important than this?"

   "Yes!" Lu Heyun blurted out, his voice almost squeezed out of his throat, "You."

  Mo Zhiyun's pupils trembled, and he was desperately suppressing something in his heart. He pretended to be calm and said: "Lu Heyun, nothing is more important than your life, even mine."

  Lu Heyun shook his head, stubborn like a child, "If the price of living is to lose you, I would rather die. Zhizhi, I finally got your forgiveness, I don't want to be rejected by you again."

  He didn't want his beloved woman to be abandoned all his life, let alone a dead Wen Xingchen standing between him and Zhizhi forever.

  It would really be worse than letting him die.

  Mo Zhiyun turned his head to the side, avoiding his affectionate and warm gaze, afraid that he would soften his heart and be persuaded by him.

  He made up his mind, and still said in a calm tone: "Even if we didn't have Wen Xingchen's heart, we couldn't do it, Lu Heyun, I just treat you as a friend now, and I just pity you and sympathize with you, do you understand?"

"The one who doesn't understand is you." Lu Heyun's hoarse voice sounded slowly, "You don't hate me as much as you imagined. If you didn't have Wen Xingchen, I'm sure you'll accept me again. Zhizhi, I can... "

  Maybe Lu Heyun was right, Mo Zhiyun didn't refute him, but looked at him calmly, and said lightly: "And then? You let me accept you again, and then lose you?"

  Lu Heyun was silent and did not answer her words.

   "Lu Heyun, you can't treat me so selfishly." She pursed her lower lip, obviously feeling so sad that she was dying, but she still pretended not to care, "This is the best ending for us."

Lu Heyun shook his head, and gazed at her affectionately with moisture in his eyes, "Then you can't do this to me! My father killed her whole family, and I have been atoning for this all my life. In the end, you let me After transplanting Wen Xingchen's heart, how can you make me feel so bad?"

  Everything in the past seems to have become a joke.

  Of course Mo Zhiyun knew that this would be too difficult for him, but it was better than letting him wait to die and leave one day in his sleep.

   "Wen Xingchen has signed a targeted donation agreement, and compared the data with your heart. Her heart is the most suitable for you."

  She took a deep breath, and said decisively: "Lu Heyun, let's have an operation."

  Lu Heyun was unmoved, with a sneer on his thin lips, "In this world, I have no immediate family members. As long as I don't sign the consent form for the operation, you can't perform a heart transplant for me."

  He leaned on the head of the bed, his face paler than the incandescent lamp, "Zhizhi, I would rather die than accept Wen Xingchen's heart."

  He used to be deeply hurt by Wen Xingchen, and now he hates this heart so much, so no matter what, he will not perform a transplant operation.

Mo Zhiyun seemed to have expected him to say this a long time ago, his eyes were calm, and he said in an almost cruel tone: "It doesn't matter, I will let the doctor perform the operation on you directly, and I will sign the consent form for the operation. I am alone in charge."

  Lu Heyun's pupils shook violently, and he said emotionally: "You can't do this, Zhizhi, you are not qualified to sign the operation consent form for me, let alone force me to do the operation consent form!"

   "I can." She curled her crimson lips lightly, speaking loudly, as if she was speaking to Lu Heyun, more like she was speaking to herself.

   "Lu Heyun, this is your only chance to survive."

  She turned her head to the outside and called out, "Cangming."

  Cangming immediately brought doctors and nurses in, obviously menacing.

  Lu Heyun looked at the surrounding people and the syringe in the nurse's hand, trying to resist, "I don't do surgery, Zhizhi...I don't do surgery..."

  Mo Zhiyun turned his head to the side without looking at him.

  He was not Cangming's opponent in the first place, and at the moment his body was weak, being held by Cangming's arms was as easy as carrying a chicken.

  His writhing body was also held down by the nurse, and the doctor slowly pushed the tranquilizer into his body.

  Lu Heyun only felt that despair swept over like a tsunami, engulfing himself frantically and forcefully.

  A bean-sized teardrop flashed across the corner of his eye, and he kept repeating in his mouth, "Zhizhi...Zhizhi...Zhizhi..."

  Affectionate, painful, annoyed, reluctant, all kinds of emotions are intertwined.

  The medicine took effect very quickly, he stopped struggling, and looked at Mo Zhiyun with tears in his eyes, lingering affection as if it would not disappear after thousands of years.

   Cang Ming helped the nurse to transfer him to the push bed, and when the push bed passed by Mo Zhiyun, he held his slender wrist with the remaining strength and asked her almost beggingly.

   "Zhizhi, you really... don't want me anymore?"

   Mo Zhiyun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head to look at him, his lips moved, but he never said a word.

  Her momentary silence seemed as long as a century. Lu Heyun understood what she meant, and the hand clasping his wrist fell down feebly, and tears flowed silently.

   "Don't save me... Please... I don't want to live to be rejected by you, I beg you, Zhizhi..."

  He wants to love his Zhizhi cleanly, and every inch of his heart is cleanly filled with his light.

  The tears in Mo Zhiyun's eyes flowed silently, but the corners of his mouth were lifted up, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Lu Heyun, you must live well."

  Lu Heyun laughed, cried and laughed, his heavy eyelids could not stop drooping, tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes, shining with the light of heartbreak.

  Mo Zhiyun watched as he was pushed away by the nurse and walked out of the door. They were isolated in two worlds.

   Almost.

  Lu Heyun, just a little bit.

  I can turn back.

   Just a little bit.

  We can start over.

  …

  The lights in the operating room were turned on from night to day. Mo Zhiyun sat on a cold chair, his eye sockets were bloodshot, empty and out of focus.

  Chen Jing walked an indefinite number of steps at the door of the operating room, looking at the lit lights from time to time, anxious and worried.

  It was already noon when Xie Tingxi rushed over after receiving the notice.

   "The operation is not over yet?"

  Mo Zhiyun lowered his eyes, as if he hadn't heard anything, Chen Jing shook his head.

   Heart surgery is complicated and time-consuming, and it does take a long time.

  Xie Tingxi comforted Mo Zhiyun, "With the most authoritative professor in charge of Lu Heyun, he will be fine."

  Mo Zhiyun didn't respond at all.

   Xie Tingxi did not speak again until the door of the operating room opened.

  Chen Jing was the first to step forward, ignoring other things, asking how the doctor was doing?

  Mo Zhiyun raised his head to see them talking, but suddenly his ears rang, as if he couldn't hear anything...

   The seventh change.

  (end of this chapter)