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When Cheng Shangen woke up again, all she saw was white. She was a little dazed for a moment and couldn't even tell which world she was in.

She moved her fingers, and even the slightest movement woke up the people around her.

"Oh, you're awake? Xiaoen..." Quan Zhilong's voice was a little hoarse. He was happy at first and then quickly pressed the bell for the doctor to come.

Cheng Shangen was still a little unconscious but he cooperated with the doctor who arrived quickly to complete a set of examinations.

Quan Zhilong kissed her fingers and whispered, "Be good, I'll be back soon."

After saying this, he followed the doctor outside to talk.

This is arguably the best private hospital in Korea and is owned by Director Kwon. The attending doctor was very respectful: "Director-in-Chief, the current situation is not very optimistic. Although her condition has stabilized, it will not last long with medication alone."

Quan Zhilong tugged at his tie, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Then do the surgery and find a matching heart source as soon as possible."

The doctor nodded: "Yes."

Having said that, is it really that easy to find a match? How many people die without ever getting a suitable heart.

Quan Zhilong instructed the assistant next to him: "Search, search all over the world, no matter what the cost."

With the help of the nurse, Cheng Shangen drank some water and her throat finally felt better. She watched Quan Zhilong come in. The man who was always meticulous in his suit now looked a little sloppy.

His suit was wrinkled, and his hair was no longer shiny and slicked back, but rather a bit messy, just like how he looked after bumping into someone in the drama.

Cheng Shangen narrowed his eyes and smiled at him: "Oh~ I can hardly recognize you now."

Quan Zhilong was not annoyed by her teasing, but smiled: "Thank you for letting me see so many different sides of myself."

The nurse went out sensibly, and Quan Zhilong walked slowly to her bedside: "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Cheng Shangen raised her hand and he bent down to cooperate. She reached out and touched the prickly stubble on his chin, and said softly, "What's wrong with me?"

Quan Zhilong grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers again and again, his voice hoarse: "Xiao En, you are just sick, I will make you better, believe me. You will be fine."

Cheng Shangen asked calmly, "Heart disease?"

Quan Zhilong held her hand tightly and kept repeating: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine, trust me, okay?"

Cheng Shangen more or less understood his reaction. She thought that he was probably seriously ill. But she was quite calm about it. Her leaving was inevitable.

After staying in the hospital for another two days, Cheng Shangen was discharged. It seemed that nothing had changed. The only change was that the people around Quan Zhilong, including Wu Ma, the housekeeper and the bodyguard, all had a bottle of Cheng Shangen's medicine in their pockets.

Cheng Shangen was probably the one who hadn't changed the least. People in her family treated her with more caution, not daring to let her get too emotional. She herself didn't feel anything, except for the occasional heart pectoris that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Another thing is that Quan Zhilong now gets off work on time every day, and occasionally drags her to the company with him, boring her to death.

Cheng Shangen is no longer as eager to go to the amusement park as he was when he first arrived. After all, now he can go to the amusement park to play.

What? It's so exciting that you might even lose your life.

Quan Zhilong's mood is also the same. It is only good when he is facing her. When she is not around, his face is simply cold.

"President Zheng, it's my failure. I opened such a large private hospital, but I don't even have a suitable heart." Kwon Ji-ryong's voice was emotionless.

The director Zheng facing him was exactly the doctor who had attended to Sean Cheng in the hospital that day. He lowered his head with his hands and feet timidly in fear. “Hey, Director-General Nim, the market right now is really…”

He didn't want to say anything more. In fact, it was ridiculous for him to say that. The hospital was full of powerful executives. Did he expect to hide it from him?

It's not that the hospital doesn't have a suitable donor, but there is only one. A child in the hospital has been waiting for two years, and this donor was found before Cheng Shangen fainted. Considering how much Executive Director Kwon cares about that girl, if the source is revealed, then the child will definitely not have a chance to receive a transplant. Can he still live to wait for another two years?

Director Zheng has been very depressed these days. Every time he wanted to tell Executive Director Kwon the truth, the scene of the little boy's parents who had been waiting for two years in the hospital crying and bowing to him when they heard that a suitable heart was finally available would linger in his mind.

Quan Zhilong tapped his fingers on the tabletop and ran his tongue across his teeth: "Director Zheng is indeed old, and it's time to inject fresh blood into the hospital."

Do you think he opened such a large private hospital to benefit society? No, ultimately it's all for his own sake. When he needs help, the needs of the patients in the hospital will naturally take second place. This must be made clear.

"Director-in-Chief Nim." Dean Zheng's voice was trembling a little: "The child is only 8 years old, and he has been waiting for two years!"

Quan Zhilong frowned, and the assistant next to him immediately understood and made a "please" gesture to Dean Zheng and ordered him to leave.

Dean Zheng sighed, but knew he couldn't say any more, otherwise it might not be as simple as retirement.

Quan Zhilong tugged at his tie, and the breath that was pent up in his heart now felt a little relieved. 8 years old? Waited for two years? He didn't care at all. All he cared about was whether his little En could get better. It was none of his business whether the little boy would live to wait for the next one.

If he can't wait, it can only be considered bad luck.

Cheng Shangen was carrying a lunch box when she bumped into Dean Zheng at the elevator. She recognized him as her attending physician and greeted him in a friendly manner: "Aniha Saiyo~"

Dean Zheng also nodded with a somewhat stiff smile, and then seemed to hold out hope: "Miss Cheng, can we talk?"

Cheng Shangen was startled: "Oh, yes."

After the two sat down, Dean Zheng rubbed his hands and said, "Maybe this is a little abrupt, but a suitable donor for Miss Cheng has been found."

The person in front of him was not as happy as expected, but just nodded and thanked him lightly: "Kangsangmida."

Director Zheng mustered up his courage and said, "In fact, there is another person in the hospital who also needs this heart. He is only 8 years old and has been waiting for two years. I still feel sad when I think about the scene when his parents burst into tears after learning that their child could finally receive a heart transplant. But now... I'm afraid they will be disappointed again.

”

Cheng Shangen immediately understood the reason. It must be because he was competing for the donor.

Dean Zheng also felt that he was thinking too much. No one would be willing to give up hope of living out of sympathy. He was facing the person involved.

Cheng Shangen smiled slightly: "I understand what you mean, I will think about it."

Dean Zheng sighed, stood up and bowed: "I am sorry for being rude today, please don't take it as an offense, Miss Cheng."

Cheng Shangen didn't say anything. From her current perspective, the heart must be left to the little boy. She knew that she would eventually go back, but if she were in that world, she might not be able to be so free and easy.

But looking at Dean Zheng’s expression, he must have been called by Quan Zhilong to be lectured.

Cheng Shangen carried the lunch box and walked towards Quan Zhilong's office. She knocked on the door and went in.

Quan Zhilong was on the phone. When he looked up and saw her, his eyes were full of smiles. He hooked his empty hand at her and she went over obediently.

I sat on his lap for a while before he hung up.

"What delicious food is this time?" Quan Zhilong smiled.

Cheng Shangen has been obsessed with making delicious lunch boxes for him recently. It’s also because she is too bored staying at home, so she opened the lunch box and showed it to him.

There's nothing special about it, just the basic two dishes and one soup, and the dishes are more Chinese.

Quan Zhilong started eating quickly. Cheng Shangen looked at his face which was bulging like a little hamster. She said sweetly, "Oppa, can we give the boy a suitable heart for transplant?"

Quan Zhilong paused while eating. He turned to look at Cheng Shangen. Seeing that there was no falseness in her eyes, he smiled stiffly: "Ah, don't worry, just have the transplant done. I'll find another one for him."

Cheng Shangen blinked: "The child is weak and may not be able to wait any longer. I can take my time. There is no rush."

Quan Zhilong put down his bowl and chopsticks: "You can't wait any longer."

Cheng Shangen smiled. She knew that she couldn't wait any longer. Her symptoms had been getting worse more and more recently. She often felt horrible pain in her heart even when she didn't do anything.

She pinched Quan Zhilong's obviously gloomy face and said, "Is it okay?"

Quan Zhilong pushed her hand away, and stood up with his back to her, unable to restrain himself: "Xiao En, we can discuss everything else, but not this."

His voice was unusually firm.

Cheng Shangen looked at him and said, "Oppa, you may find it a little ridiculous to say this, but even if I die here, I can live again in another world. In that world... there is also a Quan Zhilong who treats me very well, just like Oppa."

"Oppa, if that little boy dies, he is really dead." Cheng Shangen said.

Quan Zhilong tried his best to restrain himself. He laughed sarcastically: "Xiao En, you should know me. I don't care about the life and death of others except you."

He was never a good man, never.

Cheng Shangen was silent for a moment and then chuckled: "Oppa really looks like he would kill for my heart."

"I will." Without any hesitation.

Cheng Shangen was startled and then walked over to hug him: "Ah~ Why are you so mean~ Didn't you promise me to be a good person?"

Quan Zhilong's body trembled slightly, and his voice trembled a little: "Xiao En, just this once, just this last time, okay? After this time, I will

I will become a good person as you said. ”

"So, just listen to me this time, okay?" Quan Zhilong hugged her tightly in his arms, and his words were a little flustered: "Trust me, this one is for you to transplant, and I will definitely try my best to find another child for this child! He will just have to wait a few more days than you, okay?"

Cheng Shangen listened to his strong heartbeat and closed his eyes slightly: "Oppa..."

Quan Zhilong interrupted her before she finished speaking, his voice faintly tinged with tears: "Xiao En, you can't wait any longer."

If you wait any longer you will die.

Cheng Shangen's throat choked, and he couldn't say anything at this moment. She was so selfish, now she was advising him to give up his lover.

"Hmm...ha..." It was that feeling again. Cheng Shangen tried to breathe deeply, covering her heart with one hand.

Quan Zhilong sensed her abnormality, and after a second he immediately opened the cabinet and took out the medicine. His hands kept shaking: "Xiao En, medicine, medicine, medicine."

Cheng Shangen sat on the ground, leaning against him to feed the medicine with difficulty. Quan Zhilong's eyes were red, and his fingers didn't know where to touch because of the anxious action just now. At this moment, a bloody wound was bleeding, but he seemed to feel nothing. He just kept calming Cheng Shangen: "Xiao En, are you feeling better?"

It took Cheng Shangen a long time to recover. Her first reaction was to smile at Quan Zhilong: "I'm fine."

Quan Zhilong's eyes were moist: "Be good, it will be fine."

Cheng Shangen noticed his wound and felt distressed. He quickly pulled him to get it bandaged: "Are you stupid? Does it hurt?"

Quan Zhilong didn't care about his wound at all, he just smiled and said: "It doesn't hurt."

"Xiao En, would you like to have the surgery?" Quan Zhilong didn't even blink, and a tear fell.

Cheng Shangen was startled. He sniffed and held her hands. "Just this once, please. I will definitely help him find the next suitable donor. Can you go first this time?"

He kissed her hand, devoutly and sincerely.

Cheng Shangen curled his lips: "Okay."

The date for the operation was soon set. Cheng Shangen's attacks became more and more frequent, and her heart really couldn't take it anymore.

She had already moved to the hospital in advance. The environment in the hospital was quite good. Quan Zhilong also transplanted the roses she grew at home here.

Tonight, Cheng Shangen went to see her little rose as usual.

"You must grow up well. Oh my god, why do I have to experience the feeling of a heart attack here? It's really painful." Cheng Shangen was talking to Hua, but he was actually talking to himself.

Her chest began to ache again, and Cheng Shangen looked miserable. She took out the medicine bottle from her pocket with trembling hands. As soon as she opened it, the bottle fell due to her shaking hands, and the pills spilled all over the floor.

"Huh..." Cheng Shangen tried hard to breathe. She had a feeling that this might be the last time she would feel so uncomfortable.

She didn't bother to pick up the medicine. Instead, she took out her cell phone and typed tremblingly. She felt a little lucky in her heart that Quan Zhilong was not there, otherwise he might not be able to bear the pain of watching her die with his own eyes.

"Cough..." Cheng Shangen felt a sharp pain in his chest again. He could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground unconscious.

At the end, I just felt a lot of noise in my ears, everything seemed like hallucinations, those people were shouting anxiously:

Miss Cheng! Miss Cheng! quick! Call Dr. Zheng over quickly! ”

Cheng Shangen opened her eyes with difficulty and found herself floating in mid-air, looking at the chaos below as people were performing CPR and artificial respiration on her body.

After a while, the figure of the person she was worried about appeared.

Quan Zhilong's steps were staggering and hurried, his head was buzzing. When he saw the person lying quietly on the ground, all the sounds around him seemed to be automatically muted. He could only see his Xiaoen lying on the ground with a pale face.

He rushed over and pushed the crowd aside. Dean Zheng's voice was right beside his ears yet seemed far away: "Director-in-Chief Nim, I'm sorry, Miss Cheng... no longer has any signs of life."

Quan Zhilong knelt on the ground and didn't listen to him at all. He tried to press Cheng Shangen's chest to perform CPR: "Hajima, Hajima, don't play with me like this, it's not fun at all, do you hear me?"

After trying for a while and seeing no effect at all, he cursed: "What kind of CPR is this? Is it really useful?"

He carefully lifted Cheng Shangen's head and breathed into her mouth: "Xiao En can't breathe every time she has an attack. It must be very uncomfortable. Be good, I'll help you."

He was breathing heavily, and the medical staff around him didn't dare to persuade him. It was useless to try to persuade him. If he had no signs of life, he was dead.

The scent of roses filled the air, and Quan Zhilong hugged Cheng Shangen tightly in his arms: "Oh, it's so cold here, Xiaoen's body is so cold."

Cheng Shangen really couldn't bear to see him like this, looking crazy or foolish. She floated beside him: "She's dead."

No one around heard her words, only Quan Zhilong's body froze, and then he could no longer hide his calmness. He roared with red eyes: "My Xiao En will wake up!"

"She already promised me the surgery!"

At this moment, he couldn't hold back his tears any longer. Quan Zhilong's eyes were terribly red. He held Cheng Shangen's hand and said, "Xiaoen, can you please get up? Please."

"Wu... please don't leave. I will try my best to be a good person. I will definitely treat you a thousand times better than Quan Zhilong in your world. Please don't leave, okay?"

The man's cry sounded like the whimper of a little animal: "You haven't gone to the amusement park with me yet..."

The assistant turned her head away, unable to bear to look at Quan Zhilong like this. Some female nurses had already quietly wiped away their tears. They had never seen a man cry so heartbreakingly.

Cheng Shangen looked at Quan Zhilong, whose veins were bulging as he cried. She couldn't stop crying and wanted to hug him, but she couldn't. She could only watch this world gradually disappear before her eyes, and Quan Zhilong's crying gradually disappeared in her ears.

It has been three months since Cheng Shangen left. Quan Zhilong can finally maintain his appearance and no longer has to rely on work and alcohol to numb himself like he did not long ago.

He took out a cell phone from his pocket. It was Cheng Shangen's. He charged it every day but never dared to open it to look at it. But at this moment, he was curious whether she would write something to him.

If she wrote something, it must be something teaching him to be a good person and not do bad things. Thinking of her serious little look, Quan Zhilong finally showed a smile on his face.

He unlocked her phone with his fingerprint. The first item in the memo was:

Salahey.

Quan Zhilong's hand holding the phone froze, and then he burst into tears.

The author has something to say: Another world:

Quan Zhilong woke up and hugged Cheng Shangen in a daze. His voice was a little hoarse and he was very sad: "Xiaoen, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that you died in my arms. Ah~ I was so sad that I almost fainted~"

Cheng Shangen also got into his arms: "Fortunately, we are all fine and happy here."

The whole article is finished~~~This little sweet article is finally over~Thank you all for your continued support/bow

The other one will be published in about a week. If you are interested, you can collect it.

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I may not have a heart, but it has been so hard for my baby in the past 17 years. I still have to write an article to make it difficult for him emotionally. It’s too hard.