Get married, have children, and live a long life.
These eight characters, like a curse, echoed leisurely in Bai Yuejie’s mind in circles.
Ever since she was a child, all she wanted was a healthy body.
To many people, this was an ordinary thing taken for granted, but it was the dream she had been yearning for and chasing all her life.
Such a simple wish was, for her, akin to a pipe dream.
But now, things were different.
As long as this heart transplant was successful, she would be able to live healthily, get married, have children, and live a long life...
Bai Yuejie heard very clearly the sound of her own heartbeat.
"However, the rejection of your current heart is getting more severe, and within three years at most, Tang Wu’s heart will really be unusable."
Upon hearing this, the joy Bai Yuejie initially felt paused momentarily.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, she really did not want to undergo another heart transplant.
In recent years, as Baiyue Media got on the right track, including the various crises of the Bai Family, Shi Lingyan’s assistance was indispensable.
She was well aware that aside from their childhood friendship, Shi Lingyan’s support and indulgence over the years were largely because Tang Wu’s heart was beating inside her.
Had it not been for Tang Wu’s heart, based on the relationship she had with Shi Lingyan, it simply wouldn’t be enough to make him help her time and again.
Shi Lingyan was not a warm-hearted person; he just wanted to extend Tang Wu’s life, even though the person living was not Tang Wu.
Bai Yuejie walked out of the hospital, feeling dispirited, her mind elsewhere all along the way.
Yet, at this moment, her gaze towards Shi Mei no longer possessed the icy disdain of before, nor the hollow tenderness.
It was a sincere smile, as if she was looking at a treasure.
Ever since the medical check-up, Shi Mei had been silent, clearly angry.
Bai Yuejie didn’t mind, and as she looked at Shi Mei, she reached out to touch her chest and said softly, "Is Shi Mei tired?"
Shi Mei’s eyes lowered slightly, hiding the hatred and murderous intent within, as she sniffled and shook her head.
Bai Yuejie, completely oblivious to Shi Mei’s expression, was immersed in her own joy, her palm feeling Shi Mei’s beating heart, her smile growing larger, "What a healthy body, such a vibrant little heart, Shi Mei is really adorable."
Though her smile was very tender, so tender it seemed as if she was engulfed in a soft moonlight.
If it were any other time, Shi Mei would undoubtedly have been deceived by her appearance.
But at this moment, she couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably.
A chill had seeped into her bones, unable to dissipate.
After returning, Shi Mei came down with a high fever.
This fever came on suddenly, without any warning.
Doctors were called to administer IV fluids and reduce the fever, but the high temperature kept coming back.
Aunt Chen was frantic, trying to cool her down physically, wiping her palms and soles, caring for her as if she was a child and not daring to leave her side for even a moment.
But the fever just wouldn’t subside, ebbing and flowing.
After several visits from the doctor, he ventured to ask, "Is it possible that she has experienced some kind of emotional shock recently that could have affected her old injuries from the car accident?"
Hearing this, Ling Yan was as clueless as Aunt Chen.
Suddenly, a loud yell came from the bed behind everyone: "Daddy, help me kill them!"
Everyone was startled by her shout.
Ling Yan turned around, only to see Shi Mei’s face streaked with tears, yet already fallen back asleep.