Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci frowned slightly, "I'll go take a look."

"Together." Yan Jiang put on his hat and followed Song Ci across the road.

As soon as Song Ci approached them, she heard Mu Qiu's friend asking Mu Qiu worriedly: "Qiu'er, are you still feeling bad? Hold on, we've already called an ambulance."

Hearing this, Song Ci's heart suddenly burst. She quickly detoured in front of Mu Qiu.

"What happened to her in autumn?"

Mu Qiu's friend also recognized Song Ci, and when she saw Song Ci coming, she seemed to see hope, and hurriedly handed Mu Qiu to Song Ci with a panicked tone. "Sister Song Ci, Qiu suddenly said that her chest hurts, she can't even straighten her waist, and her face hurts and sweats!"

Before Song Ci's outstretched hands could hold Mu Qiu's arm, Mu Qiu slipped weakly to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Autumn!"

"Autumn!"

There was panic at the scene.

"Let me see." Yan Jiang stuffed the anatomy book into Song Ci's arms, and quickly squatted down to check Mu Qiu's condition.

"She has a myocardial infarction!" Yan Jiang shouted: "Hurry up and call the ambulance, Mu Qiu's myocardial infarction must be first aided." After that, Yan Jiang began to perform CPR on Mu Qiu.

Song Ci held the anatomy book and stared blankly at Mu Qiu, who was lying on the ground in jeopardy, her mind was blank.

After a while, Song Ci heard the voices of the people around her and the sound of cars on the road.

Mu Qiu had a heart attack!

Just like the plot in the dream, one night in the summer vacation of 2020, Mu Qiu fell ill!

It was not until he sat in the ambulance and rushed to the hospital that Song Ci gradually regained his sense of reason. She glanced at Yan Jiang beside her and asked him, "What's wrong with Mu Qiu?"

Yan Jiang frowned slightly, and his tone became solemn, "There should be something wrong with your sister's heart."

Song Ci's breathing became heavier, and the dark images in the dream swept across, Song Ci's body temperature gradually faded, and she felt a little cold.

When he arrived at the hospital, Mu Qiu was pushed into the emergency room. Seeing that the hospital was crowded, Yan Jiang didn't want to attract attention. As soon as Mu Mian and his wife arrived, he secretly left the hospital.

After rescue, Mu Qiu was temporarily out of danger.

Afterwards, the doctor told Mu Mian that Mu Qiu was alive thanks to the person who first performed CPR on her.

Hearing this, Du Tingting grabbed Song Ci's hand and said to her, "Song Song, invite Yan Jiang to come over for a meal at home another day, we have to thank him."

Mu Mian also said, "Yeah, if it wasn't for Yan Jiang, he might be gone in autumn." Mu Qiu was found to have a congenital heart disease when he was born, but he never had an attack.

When Ping An grew up to be twenty years old, Mu Mian and the others thought that Mu Qiu's illness was cured without treatment, but at this juncture, they fell down.

If it wasn't for Song Ci and Yan Jiang who happened to be there, Mu Qiu would definitely be gone.

To Yan Jiang, Du Tingting and Mu Mian are really grateful.

Song Ci calmly pulled out her hand from Du Tingting's palm. "Let's talk about it." Her tone was cold, but Mu Mian and his wife, who were all focused on Mu Qiu, didn't notice it.

That night, Mu Qiu was pushed to do a lot of tests. Before the test results came out, Mu Mian and his wife didn't sleep a night. Song Ci didn't sleep either. She was not worried about Mu Qiu's insomnia, but worried about Song Fei's insomnia.

The next morning, when all the examination reports came out, Song Ci and Mu Mian and his wife went to Mu Qiu's attending doctor as soon as possible.

The doctor had already read Mu Qiu's examination report, and when he saw Mu Mian and his wife, his expression was very heavy. "Your daughter's heart disease has changed. She has a rapid heart failure. She was examined last night and found that she also has a ventricular aneurysm."

After a pause, the doctor scanned the reaction of Mu Mian and his wife.

Seeing that Du Tingting's eye circles suddenly turned red, the doctor sighed silently before saying in a deep voice, "She is in a very bad situation now. If she is not treated as soon as possible, a myocardial infarction may occur at any time in the later stage. In a situation like last night, it must be It will happen, but not every illness can be helped by a professional who understands medicine."

Hearing this, Mu Mian, who has always been prudent, was also anxious, "Doctor, how should we treat it now? We have money, and you can use any treatment for Qiu'er!"

The doctor took a deep look at the couple and said, "It's better to do a heart transplant."

Du Tingting's face was pale. "Is there only one way? Is there no other treatment?" She said incoherently: "We are panda blood in autumn, where can we find a suitable heart for her!"

The doctor was helpless. He comforted Du Tingting: "Try to look for it, the sooner the better. According to the speed of Mu Qiu's heart failure, she can only last three to four months at most."

Du Tingting swayed and almost fainted.

Mu Mian quickly hugged Du Tingting, and his own face was ugly.

Behind the two of them, Song Ci was like a fish nailed to a chopping block, motionless.

Everything is exactly the same as in the dream! Song Ci was finally sure that it wasn't a dream, it was the tragic last life she really experienced! �€�

When Mu Qiu woke up and learned of his illness, he didn't know whether it was because he was too stimulated or too sad, but he didn't say a word and just stared out the window in a daze.

Seeing her daughter's appearance, Du Tingting was even more saddened, and ran out of the ward to cry secretly.

Mu Mianqiang held back his grief, and he comforted Mu Qiu: "Autumn, Dad will find a way to find a heart that suits you."

Mu Qiu was still young and afraid of death. Hearing what Mu Mian said, Mu Qiu burst into tears. She covered her face with her hands, her body trembling from crying.

She cried, and Du Tingting outside the house also cried more fiercely.

Seeing this, Mu Mian's heart was broken. Mu Mian put both hands on Mu Qiu's shoulder and choked: "Qiu'er, don't cry anymore, darling, if Dad said he would save you, he would definitely save you."

Mu Qiu plunged into Mu Mian's arms.

"Dad!" Mu Qiu cried to Mu Mian: "Dad, I don't want to die, Dad, you will definitely find the right heart, and I will live, right?"

Mu Mian pressed his right hand on Mu Qiu's head, shaking so hard. "must."

Song Ci watched this heartbreaking and moving scene silently, and her eyes were red. In the eyes of others, she was sad for Mu Qiu, but only she knew how resentful she was at this moment.

She wished she could tear up the father and daughter in front of her, and sacrifice Song Fei and herself who had died tragically in the previous life!

How easy is it to find a heart that perfectly matches Mu Qiu in just a few months?

Furthermore, organs donated by volunteers have to be queued according to blood type. There are countless patients in the country waiting for heart transplants, and there must be patients with panda blood type among them.

Even if there is a suitable heart, it must be given priority to the patients in line in front of Mu Qiu.

When it's Mu Qiu's turn, will he get the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon?

To save Mu Qiu, unless someone is willing to donate his heart to Mu Qiu.

But who is willing to give his heart to Mu Qiu?

Is it Du Tingting?

Du Tingting was Mu Mian's apex. He was reluctant to speak louder to Du Tingting at ordinary times, so how could he be willing to take Du Tingting's life?

On the Queen's Day on March 8, the ladies and sisters are all kind to themselves.