The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Duan Xishen blinked his eyelashes, and his whole body was freed from the terrible stiffness. He remained motionless and looked greedily. His peach blossom eyes, which had always been dark, were full of light.

He looked at the old man who was still sitting on the ground, and his expression softened.

"Old man, you remembered wrongly. She is fine. Let's go find her."

The man was pushing the wheelchair and was about to go out.

Next to my ears was Gu Xinguo's voice, which was so hoarse that I could hardly hear what he said specifically.

"She's dead."

Duan Xi frowned deeply and looked at Gu Xinguo, "Old man, look at the video, she is really fine."

The muscles on Gu Xinguo's face trembled slightly,

"It was fine when we were rescued, and it was fine all the way to the hospital, but... who told you to miss a liver?"

Duan Xishen's eyes widened.

Looking at Gu Xinguo in disbelief, his trembling hands slowly touched his abdomen, where his liver was.

Missing a liver...

Just missing a liver...

He laughed, "No."

It can't be that coincidental.

Does Yun Shen Shen's liver match his exactly?

"And...why did she do that?"

Gu Xinguo looked at Duan Xishen and opened his lips, "Maybe... you deserve it?"

Duan Xishen's eyes turned red almost instantly.

"no……"

not like this! …

"No, you're lying. Even if it's liver, half is enough."

"After she just gave birth and was physically injured... take away her normal liver?"

Duan Xishen's eyes suddenly froze.

Body stiffness.

A full minute or so.

The man suddenly bent down, with his face facing his knees, and held his head in his hands.

It's not like this!

It's not like this! !

He ran his fingers through his hair, his fingertips white.

"That's not the case...he won't die..."

Gu Xinguo looked at Duan Xishen and smiled.

"So I'm not the only one in pain? It's good..."

The old man's lips trembled,

"My daughter, my granddaughter, are both dead..."

He supported the ground with his hands, stood up from the ground, and staggered out.

"My daughter and my granddaughter are both dead... They are all dead. Ashes to dust to dust, the white-haired person to the black-haired person... Why did they leave so early?"

His body swayed, and there was a cry in his voice.

"All dead."

The gray-haired old man started crying,

"They're all dead... My dear girl is dead..."

Wen Baofang's tears welled up from his eyes, and the water vapor stained his lenses.

He squatted down and held his head.

died……

How could he die?

Even Shen Shen's daughter died.

He covered his face with his hands.

His shoulders shook slightly.

The old professor wiped his face,

"It's good, it's good...it's good...she's such a transparent person, she doesn't fit here, it's good."

As he spoke, the old professor covered his eyes.

His most admired student.

He had met the most talented student in his life.

It turned out that he left early.

The man couldn't hold back his tears,

"She can win the Nobel Prize, she can amaze an era..."

Countless regrets and sobs are all condensed in this sentence.

Duan Xi bowed deeply.

The muscles were tense.

He just sat there the whole time.

The old professor was the first to regain his mood. He returned to the place where Duan Xishen had been before, picked up the photos one by one, and brushed off the dust on the photos with his hands.

Store it carefully.