The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Mu Wanqing's BNP test results came out soon.

Gong Lichuan accompanied her back to the ward, and Ye Yuchen followed Zheng Bo to the office of cardiovascular medicine.

"Doctor, what's the situation now?"

Ye Yuchen followed Zheng Bo anxiously, and couldn't wait to learn about Mu Wanqing's situation.

Zheng Bo turned around and handed him the test sheet, "Miss Mu has a mild heart failure now. If her condition deteriorates like this, you don't need me to say anything."

Hearing this, Ye Yuchen's body suddenly froze.

He had already guessed the result...

However, after hearing the definite answer from the doctor, it is still somewhat unacceptable.

"So... how long does she have?"

Ye Yuchen clenched his fists tightly, enduring the emotional collapse of his heart, almost squeezing these words out of his teeth, and asked Zheng Bo, but didn't want to hear the answer.

Zheng Bo was very solemn, "At any time."

For patients with heart failure, what they can do is to maintain the signs of illness as much as possible and relieve the pain caused by heart failure. In addition to... is to wait for the heart to fit.

"at any time……"

Ye Yuchen repeated Zheng Bo's answer, his voice trembling.

This answer is even more nervous and frightening than giving him an accurate time... She may have accidents at any time, and may leave suddenly at any time.

"I'm sorry, I tried my best." Zheng Bo lowered his head, and the entire office fell into a downturn.

When Mu Wanqing's tumor body ruptured and was sent to the hospital, her condition had no room for recovery... She was very lucky to be able to persist until now.

"I see." Ye Yuchen's throat moved slightly.

If he can't find a suitable heart... it means that Mu Wanqing will leave him completely.

It was true this time, and it was no longer just a fright.

There will no longer be any more critical illness notifications, but ultimately a life-threatening transition; there will no longer be the luck of being sent to the operating room and being safe and sound.

There will be nothing again.

"Master Emperor, please be mentally prepared."

Ye Yuchen left the office in despair. He sat on a bench in the hospital garden, with several bottles of spirits placed by his feet, and he poured them bottle by bottle into his stomach.

With the cold wind blowing in the twilight of winter, Ye Yuchen held the bottle tightly, and endless despair and sorrow were revealed in his narrow black eyes.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Ye Jingxuan came to the hospital to visit Mu Wanqing, but he couldn't find where Ye Yuchen was, so he wandered outside.

Bo Liang came with him, and when he saw Ye Yuchen buying drunk outside, he suddenly stretched out his hand to **** his bottle, "What's the matter?"

He just went upstairs to see Mu Wanqing.

She is fine, still watching Gong Lichuan playing games.

Could it be... it's just being brave?

Ye Yuchen raised his eyelids. He glanced at Bo Liang coldly, picked up another bottle of wine on the ground, and reopened the bottle, "Did you find a suitable heart?"

When the voice fell, he raised his chin slightly, directly facing the mouth of the bottle, and poured half of the bottle in one breath.

The spicy wine entered the throat, burning the stomach wall, and even the chest cavity felt hot, but it did not flood Ye Yuchen's sorrow, but made his mood even more unstable.

"No." Bo Liang pursed his lips. "There are not many people with Rhnull blood type, let alone donors."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuchen snorted lightly.

He raised the bottle again, and poured the remaining half bottle of spirits into his stomach, his eyes narrowed slightly, a little blurred.