Song Zijie saw it clearly and was very impressed by Gu Jiaojiao's ability to kick his tall aunt to her knees with one kick.

As he followed her away from the crowd, he said to Gu Jiaojiao, "Thank you for helping me vent my anger. Otherwise, I would have been pissed off to death by her."

"Are you so weak?"

"Yes, I was born with a bad heart and can't stand anger." This was the first time Song Zijie told outsiders about his illness.

"Let me take your pulse." Gu Jiaojiao heard the Song family members scold Song Zijie as a short-lived ghost several times today.

She was guessing that Song Zijie might have some serious illness, but he didn't say anything, so she didn't dare to ask.

"You have a congenital heart disease, and if you undergo surgical treatment before the age of 5,

It can correct deformed blood vessels, restore normal heart function, and achieve a complete cure."

"What? You mean it can be cured? But Dr. Jiang said not only can it not be cured, but the patient won't live past 25."

"If you hadn't met me, you might not have lived past the age of 25. But after meeting me and finding a suitable liver donor, you can be cured."

"What does heart disease have to do with the liver? You're going to give me someone else's liver? Then I'd better not get treatment."

"I'm not saying I'll give you all of someone else's liver. I just need a little bit, which won't have much impact on your body.

You missed the best treatment period, which led to liver necrosis."

Gu Jiaojiao knew that people in this era were very conservative, and even their closest relatives might not be willing to donate a piece of their liver.

It depends on whether Song Zijie's relatives love him.

"Sister-in-law, are you telling the truth? How can I find the right one?"