Standing in the Center of the Snowstorm

On the operating table, my kidney was removed by the man I loved most. He said: "Nian Nian, your sister needs this kidney, and you need to shut up." I watched in despair as he put my organs into the incubator and turned away. Three years later, I returned as the female president of an international medical group. My ex-husband knelt in front of me and asked for reconciliation. I smiled and handed him a physical examination report: "I heard that you need a liver transplant recently? What a coincidence, I happen to have a matching one in my name." He was ecstatic, but he didn't know what I handed him, It was the "Voluntary Organ Donation Consent Form" that I carefully prepared for him.