I carried the entire Yaowang Mountain down the mountain, just to save her.
Pushing open the door of the ward, Lin Wei, who was announced to have "only three months left", was smiling and saying to the man beside the hospital bed: "When my heart transplant operation is successful, we will go to Hokkaido to see the snow."
The man gently wiped the medicine stains from the corner of her mouth: "I have already found a donor. He is an orphan that no one cares about."
My medicine box landed with a clang. The "orphan" they were talking about was the only "humanoid medicine guide" that I spent three years trying all kinds of herbs to find for her that could match her physique.
At this moment, my diagnosis tells me that she is not sick at all.
What she wants is the "Yaoyin" heart.
