Fall in love with your enemy

The next time, my second uncle found a new heart source. I worked excitedly all night and asked the Hou family to help check the heart source immediately.

The heart source stored in the coolant can only be stored for four to six hours. The cerebral infarction patient who is willing to donate the heart is relatively far away. It is feared that if he has an accident in the past few days, it will be too late to transfer the heart source. It would be useless again, so I could only call Xiangyang to discuss arrangements.

The patients over there definitely cannot be moved easily. Fortunately, the situation has improved a lot after a period of silent care. Although they are not allowed to fly, they can move in an ambulance with sufficient equipment, as long as the speed is gentle and the location is fixed. Just rest. During this period, Aunt Wensu and Mr. Hou will follow you all the way, walking in the direction of the Hou family's hospital, as far as you can go, so that even if the patient with cerebral infarction dies suddenly, he can still go as far as possible. It is possible to ensure that the heart source is transferred to the hospital where Mo Nian is located within six hours.

The probability of success was already very high, and I seemed to be content. However, after sleeping for a few hours that night, I suddenly woke up in the early morning and was no longer sleepy.

Instead, the panic surged onto my forehead, spreading from the bottom of my heart, covering my whole body and even every finger. I just felt that everything was cold, and taking medicine from my pocket would not help.

What is the success rate of heart transplant surgery? How long can I live after a successful transplant?

I have reviewed many past cases. If the patient is in good condition before the operation, the success rate is 80 to 90 percent. But is silent recitation considered good? I'm not a doctor, I don't know. I just remember that when Aunt Wensu told me about this, her face was not so pretty.

As for the length of survival, the international record is thirty years, and the domestic record is twenty-three years. Let’s use the longest one. How old will it be after thirty years of meditation?

Forty-seven years old, this is considered to be in the category of dying young, not to mention that it may not exceed the highest record...

Let go of the future and focus on the present. Can the operation of silent meditation be successful? Failure is to die forever, but if you don't do it, you still have half a year.

Bah bah bah, crow's mouth.

I stretched out my hand and patted my head. I was really busy, confused, sad and stupid. I thought silently: How could I not have surgery? No matter how high the odds are, she must try, otherwise even if she is alive in the past six months, it will be extremely painful. Only by replacing this exhausted heart can she truly stand in the sun safely. As for how long she can live, that is also fate. There is a chance. That's good

I leaned on the cushion at the head of the bed and lay down with my knees in my hands. It wasn't until the pajamas on the crooks of my legs were wet that I raised my head again and wiped away my tears. My stomach stretched and hurt. I got up and went out tonight. It was Aunt Zhang who was keeping watch at night. She was startled when she saw me going out. Then she took two quick steps to meet me and put the back of her hand against my forehead.

"Why are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just insomnia." I responded with a smile: "Aunt Zhang, I'm a little hungry, can you help me cook a bowl of porridge?"

"Are you hungry? Okay, okay, okay, then you go back to the house and lie down. I'll bring it to you. Don't catch a cold." Aunt Zhang pinched my shoulders with both hands and rubbed them as if she was worried. After leaving, I turned around and saw a large wet mark on my pants. I immediately patted my thigh and said anxiously: "Why are you getting so wet? You're going to catch a cold. Go get a new one and put it on. I'm making porridge very quickly. Eat and then sleep for a while.”

I nodded, went back and took off my pair, then sat on the bed and stared blankly. The new pajamas were lying quietly beside me. I picked them up and took a look at them, then finally left them behind and got into the quilt naked.

I still remember that I didn’t like to wear clothes to sleep in the past. At most, I would wear clothes when I was a child. I would wear pajamas after I got married in my previous life. Gao Xinci always acted like a surprise attack. , I was scared to death in the early days. Although the protective effect of this piece of clothing was not high, it at least gave me some buffer time. Slowly, I got used to both things.

We had dinner later. When the shift time came, I asked Aunt Zhang to go to rest early. After clearing the dishes, she also took away my wet clothes and sent them to the laundry room. Looking out the window, I saw the direction of the mountain top in the distance. , the sky is slightly brighter. After a heavy rain, I open the window and the wind rushes in, which is cool and quiet.

This is the first rain this autumn. Judging from this sign, there will be a bumper harvest in the mountains this year.

Gao Xinci sent me a message. It seemed that he had been hesitating for a long time. He was so busy last night and I had a lot of things to say to him. I opened the dialog box with him and before I wrote a line, I saw him. It showed "Inputting" for a long time, but after I waited for a long time, the slogan did not change. It was probably deleted over and over again like me.

After about ten minutes, he said carefully: "Are you awake? Let's meet. I'll wait for you at the Nanyang platform at the foot of the mountain."

I said hello, but there was no news from the other side. I changed my clothes, asked the temporary housekeeper to arrange a driver for me, and then went down the mountain. When I arrived at the station, the sunlight that had just appeared had disappeared, and the whole sky was foggy and gray. Yes, it's raining lightly.

The driver put me down and turned back, and I stood on the side of the road holding an umbrella. From a distance, I saw Gao Xinci hanging down his hands tiredly under the dim lights of the platform, letting the raindrops fall on his body, and his clothes were already wet. Wet, listless but insisting on waiting for me, feeling lonely but seemingly carefree. When he saw me, he stood up straight.

I don't know when he started waiting here, but it must have been a long time.

It didn't rain much in the second half of the night, and the storm gathered in the first half of the night. The drizzle was not enough to make his clothes so wet.

I rarely see him like this. It’s not that he’s sad, but he’s still young and has no experience in the world. Whether he’s depressed or crying happily, he’s like an aggrieved kitten. He’ll react to everything first. He rushed up to me and hugged me. Now when I saw him, he only felt indescribably dazed and absent-minded, which inexplicably gave me an illusion of my previous life.

I shook my head to get rid of the uneasiness that arose out of thin air.

To be honest, I don’t want to see Gao Xinci in his previous life, not only because the prerequisite for rebirth is death and I don’t want to see his sorrow, but also because I don’t know how to face it. After many years in his previous life, his paranoia was engraved in his bones. And the problems between us have never been resolved. It stopped because of my death.

Even now that Silent Reading is back, Silent Reading carries with it the memory of the previous life. How should I explain it to him? On the contrary, I feel that death is the easiest and most decisive way to solve problems.

I didn't think about it anymore. Gao Xinci saw me from a distance and stretched out his hand to me.

I walked over and didn't hug him. I just tilted the umbrella. After the anxiety gradually dissipated, I still felt a little complicated.

"Is Zhu Wenqing feeling better? Why don't you go up to me directly?" I tried to calm down my emotions so that I didn't look so embarrassed.

Seeing that I didn't hug him, Gao Xinci sighed softly and put down his hand, then raised it again unwillingly, but paused in the air for a long time, and finally just touched my cheek lightly, just like what I said to Liang Sen just now: Am I hallucinating?

Staring at his pair of reddish eyes that seemed to have been lost and found, I felt a strong uneasiness in my heart. I opened his palm and pressed it with my whole face, rubbed his palm and kissed his thumb. Gao Xinci was startled, and his palms trembled. He trembled and took a breath before coming back to his senses.

"Ang... I was just thinking about what happened yesterday. I didn't explain it to my second uncle seriously. I don't want to embarrass you, so I won't go up yet."