Shi Lingyan’s brows twitched, "Dying soon?"
Yun Du probably hadn’t expected Shi Lingyan to be so direct and cold, pausing for a moment, "Uh, to put it simply, yes."
Shi Lingyan furrowed his brow, nodded, and seemed to muse to himself, "Then is there any way to extend her life?"
"Of course, right now her life is cut short mainly due to her heart failure, coupled with the fact that this heart is a transplant. The rejection reactions have been getting worse over the years. If a suitable heart can’t be found within six months for another transplant operation, she might..."
Well, the rest goes without saying.
Another heart transplant operation means finding another healthy heart.
Obtained from someone with brain death, or... from someone on the brink of death.
This time, the event came completely unexpected.
Uncle Liu had been deeply mired in self-blame for the past few days.
Such an occurrence could have been totally avoidable, if he had been a bit more vigilant, had made prior preparations, by arranging more bodyguards for her, instead of arrogantly thinking that having his own protection was more than sufficient...
Uncle Liu, originally embodying a gentlemanly spirit, had become dispirited because of this event.
Father Bai and Bai Mu couldn’t help but grieve, secretly wiping away tears when alone.
When Bai Yuejie awoke, the weakness in her body and the pain in her heart filled her with panic.
She was very clear about her own physical condition.
It had been a long, long while since she had felt this way, this helpless feeling, something she had only experienced three years ago.
And now, feeling it once again... the impending sense of death made Bai Yuejie unable to comply.
Seeing her parents, Father Bai and Bai Mu, with red-rimmed eyes beside her bed, Bai Yuejie’s heart turned cold and sorrowful. She grabbed her mother’s hand, grinding her teeth in agony, "I want that person to pay the price."
Bai Mu, wiping away tears, looked at her daughter with pain, "That person is Tang Wu’s lover, and he has already been taken away for protection."
"Taken away?" Bai Yuejie’s eyes widened in disbelief, her tone weak, yet filled with disbelief, and with almost a breathy voice, she articulated word by word, "I almost lost my life, why can that person still be taken away for protection? Isn’t the Tang family supposed to have a powerful background? How can they tolerate such a criminal without fearing double rules?"
"It wasn’t the Tang Family," Bai Mu said with heartache, "It was that boy Shi Lingyan."
Bai Yuejie’s heart felt as if it had been pricked again.
That man put her through this, and Shi Lingyan still went to bail him out?
"That’s impossible," Bai Yuejie clutched at her mother’s hand, tears already sliding down her pale face, "Brother Ling Yan, why..."
"Tang Wu’s lover, fighting for justice for Tang Wu..." Bai Mu sighed, "Why can’t you see it? You shouldn’t have, of all things... shouldn’t have published Xiao Wu’s work..."
"Mom," Bai Yuejie sobbed, cutting her off, "That was originally given to me by Xiao Wu, what’s wrong with me publishing it?"
"You should have indicated that it wasn’t your own work," Bai Mu’s voice was especially soft, suppressing her sob, "You need to be honest and upright in what you do. If not..."
"Enough, Madam," Uncle Liu’s voice interrupted, "What needs to be done now is to make sure the young miss gets proper rest."
Hearing this, Bai Mu’s tears fell once again, and she turned to walk out.