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

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

As Song Ci approached them, she heard Mu Qiu's friend ask Mu Qiu in a worried tone: "Qiu Qiu, are you still feeling very uncomfortable? Hang on a little longer, we've called an ambulance."

Hearing this, Song Ci's heart skipped a beat. She quickly walked around to Mu Qiu's side.

"What happened to Qiu Er?"

Mu Qiu's friend also recognized Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci coming, she seemed to see hope and quickly handed Mu Qiu to Song Ci, her tone full of panic. "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 could hold Mu Qiu's arm with his outstretched hands, Mu Qiu slipped weakly to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Autumn!"

"Autumn!"

There was panic at the scene.

"Move aside and let me take a look." 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: "Contact an ambulance quickly, Mu Qiu has a myocardial infarction and needs emergency treatment." After that, Yan Jiang began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Mu Qiu.

Song Ci held the anatomy book and stared blankly at Mu Qiu, who was lying on the ground with his life in danger. His mind was blank.

It was a long time before Song Ci heard the voices of people around him and the sound of cars on the road.

Mu Qiu had a heart attack!

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

It wasn't until she was in the ambulance and rushed to the hospital that Song Ci gradually regained her sanity. She glanced at Yan Jiang beside her and asked him, "What's wrong with Mu Qiu?"

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

Song Ci's breathing became heavy, and the dark scenes in the dream swept over her. The temperature in her body gradually faded, and she felt a little cold.

When they arrived at the hospital, Mu Qiu was pushed into the emergency room. Seeing that there were many people in the hospital, Yan Jiang did not want to attract attention, so he secretly left the hospital as soon as Mu Mian and his wife arrived.

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 have dinner at home someday. We have to thank him."

Mu Mian also said, "Yes, if it weren't for Yan Jiang, Qiu might have died." Mu Qiu was diagnosed with congenital heart disease when she was born, but it never happened.

Ping'an grew up to be twenty years old. Mu Mian and the others thought that Mu Qiu's illness had been cured, but at this critical moment, he collapsed.

If Song Ci and Yan Jiang had not happened to be there, Mu Qiu would definitely have been dead.

I am truly grateful to Yan Jiang, Du Tingting and Mu Mian.

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

That night, Mu Qiu was taken for a series of tests. Mu Mian and his wife didn't sleep a wink until the results came back. Song Ci didn't sleep either. She wasn't worried about Mu Qiu, but she was worried about Song Fei.

The next morning, after all the examination reports came out, Song Ci and Mu Mian went to see Mu Qiu's attending physician immediately.

The doctor had already reviewed Mu Qiu's medical records, and his expression was grave when he saw Mu Mian and his wife. "Your daughter's heart has changed. She's rapidly failing. We examined her last night and discovered she also has a ventricular aneurysm."

The doctor paused and glanced at the reactions of the Mu Mian couple.

Seeing Du Tingting's eyes suddenly turn red, the doctor sighed silently and said in a deep voice, "Her current condition is very grim. If she doesn't get treatment as soon as possible, she could have a heart attack at any time. Situations like last night are bound to happen, but not every attack will bring us the help of a medical professional."

Upon hearing this, the usually steady Mu Mian became anxious. "Doctor, how should we treat him now? We have money, and you can use any treatment for Qiu Tianer!"

The doctor looked at the couple deeply before saying, "A heart transplant would be best."

Du Tingting's face turned pale. "Is this the only solution? Is there no other treatment?" She stammered incoherently, "Qiu has panda blood. Where can we find a suitable heart for her?"

The doctor was helpless. He comforted Du Tingting, "Try to find her. The sooner the better. Judging from the rate of Mu Qiu's heart failure, she can only hold on for three to four months at most."

Du Tingting's body swayed and she almost fainted.

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

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

Everything was exactly the same as in the dream! Song Ci finally became certain that it was not a dream, but the tragic past life she had truly experienced!

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When Mu Qiu woke up and learned about his illness, he didn't say a word, perhaps because he was too shocked or too sad. He just stared blankly out the window.

When Du Tingting saw her daughter's appearance, she was overwhelmed with grief and ran out of the ward to cry secretly.

Mu Mian suppressed his grief and comforted Mu Qiu: "Qiu Qiu'er, Dad will find a way and will definitely find a heart that suits you."

Mu Qiu was still young and afraid of death. Hearing Mu Mian's words, Mu Qiu burst into tears. She covered her face with her hands, her body shaking with sobs.

She cried, and Du Tingting outside the house cried even harder.

Seeing this, Mu Mian's heart was broken. Mu Mian put his hands on Mu Qiu's shoulders and choked with sobs, "Qiu Qiu, don't cry, dear. Daddy said he would save you, and he will definitely save you."

Mu Qiu threw himself into Mu Mian's arms.

"Dad!" Mu Qiu cried to Mu Mian, "Dad, I don't want to die. Dad, you will definitely find a suitable heart. I will survive, right?"

Mu Mian pressed his right hand on Mu Qiu's head, so hard that it trembled. "Sure."

Song Ci watched this heartbreaking scene silently, her eyes red. To others, she seemed sad for Mu Qiu, but only she knew how angry she was at that moment.

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

How easy is it to find a heart that is a perfect match for Mu Qiu in just a few months?

Furthermore, the use of organs donated by volunteers also requires a queue based on blood type. There are countless patients waiting for heart transplants across the country, and among them there are definitely patients with panda blood type.

Even if a suitable heart is available, it will be given priority to the patients in line ahead of Mu Qiu.

When will it be Mu Qiu's turn?

The only way to save Mu Qiu is to have someone willing to donate a heart to him.

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

Du Tingting?

Du Tingting is the apple of Mu Mian's eye. He usually doesn't dare to speak loudly to Du Tingting, so how could he be willing to take Du Tingting's life?