"I can only try. If it’s possible, then we’ll conduct some tests," Lin Xiaoguai replied.
Compared to Lin Xiaoguai, he felt that the man’s mother would agree, after all, she still had three children to support.
After speaking with Han Shouzhen, she indeed agreed, and then one day Shen Chi took Han Shouzhen on a trip to the countryside of K city. When they returned, he said that the matter was taken care of.
And after testing, it turned out that the man’s heart was a match for a transplant to Xu Ji.
As soon as Xu Chengying heard the news, she began to prepare for the surgery.
At this time, it had been 28 days since Xu Ji’s car accident.
Compared to the tension felt by others, Lin Xiaoguai was actually quite relaxed. During this time, her daily visits to the hospital were not in vain; Xu Ji’s body was certainly fit for surgery.
However, to everyone’s surprise, on the day of the surgery, outside the operating room, in addition to their three families, there was also a pair of strange elderly couples and two likewise unfamiliar middle-aged men.
"Who are they...?" Lin Xiaoguai whispered to Zheng Cuicui.
"They are Ping’an’s grandparents and his Uncles," Zheng Cuicui whispered back.
Lin Xiaoguai frowned. The Xu family had never cared about Xu Ji before, so what were they doing here now?
The others present seem to have thought of this, too. Only Han Shouzhen was immersed in the joy and anxiety of her son’s impending health and didn’t notice the odd atmosphere.
During the wait, Lin Xiaoguai kept her eyes on those four people from the Xu family.
It was clear that the elderly couple had some affection for Ping’an, their grandson who had grown up away from them, looking at the operating room with a touch of restlessness. As for Ping’an’s two uncles, it was hard to see any emotion on their faces.
The operation lasted nearly twelve hours, and when Xu Chengying came out to announce the success, Han Shouzhen immediately slumped down, but the smile on her face was extremely bright.
In the days that followed, when the elder Xu family just came to visit Xu Ji every day without making any unreasonable requests, Lin Xiaoguai thought she might have been overthinking it, but it turned out that her previous defenses were justified.
"What did you say?" Han Shouzhen looked incredulously at her former mother-in-law.
Old Mrs. Xu might have been of an advanced age, but her demeanor was still excellent, suggesting a highly educated background. She calmly said, "After all, Ping’an is a child of the Xu family. We were wrong before. We were afraid of seeing him because it would remind us of Aqian, so we were unwilling to see him, but... we’ve come to terms with it now. Aqian is gone, and we must take good care of his son."
Seeing Han Shouzhen’s face turning angry, she sighed and continued, "I know saying this to you is unfair, after all, you’ve put a lot of effort into finding ways to keep Ping’an alive all these years, and now you’ve given him a future. And we, as his grandparents, haven’t done anything for him, not even visiting him once."
"But I bring up this matter not out of selfishness. Aqian was my dearest son, and as his son, Ping’an should inherit his possessions."
"Shouzhen, you’ve remarried and had another daughter, and Ping’an is an adult now. He needs to be independent sooner or later. What difference does it make if he leaves your side now or in a few years? Don’t worry, after Ping’an returns, you are still his mother, and you can interact privately however you want."
Her words seemed reasonable, but upon hearing them, Han Shouzhen let out a cold laugh, "Don’t put on this disgusting act. Just because Ping’an doesn’t return to the Xu family, does that mean he can’t inherit his father’s things?"
"Do you really take me for a fool? In the end, isn’t it just that you can’t find Aqian’s possessions and want to use Ping’an as bait to get them, and then discard him as soon as you’re done?"
"Aqian may have been your dearest son, but Ping’an..." Han Shouzhen scoffed, "You say you have feelings for him, and I believe it, but compared to a grandson who grew up by your side, even if Ping’an has Aqian’s advantage, he probably doesn’t weigh as much in your heart."
"I’m not afraid to tell you, everything of Aqian’s is in my hands. I don’t need you, and one day I’ll pass everything on to my son."
Han Shouzhen wasn’t afraid of the Xu family. Now her brothers wielded great power in the Military Department. Without Xu Qian’s genius, and with Grandpa Xu having passed away a couple of years ago, the Xu family, a family of scientists, was already showing signs of decline.
At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel sad. Once, her relationship with her mother-in-law had been truly good. She was raised in her mother-in-law’s sight, and Xu Qian was her favorite youngest son. After marrying Xu Qian, there were disputes among the sisters-in-law, but her mother-in-law had always appeared fair on the surface, but in private, she favored her.
Little did she expect that she and her mother-in-law would come to this point.
If Xu Qian could see this, he would probably be heartbroken.
"How could it be possible? How could Xu Qian’s things be in your hands!?" The speaker wasn’t Old Mrs. Xu, but her daughter-in-law, Jian Minxia.
Compared to her, Old Mrs. Xu’s expression was much more composed, or it could be seen as anticipated.
No one knew better than she how infatuated her youngest son was with Han Shouzhen. She always favored her youngest daughter-in-law, not so much because she watched her grow up and considered her a daughter as because she didn’t want to lose her son’s affection.
—She knew all too well that due to some old issues, she and her husband were never as important to their youngest son as Han Shouzhen.
As she raised this issue today, although she also held hope, it was more about getting a result, to put an end to her eldest and second sons’ previous thoughts.
Old Mrs. Xu’s gaze fell on Xu Ji, whose expression had been indifferent all this time, and her heart ached. This child looked so much like his father, yet the Xu family couldn’t keep him... maybe they never really did.
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