He Wan'er was stunned.

Mo Shuyi, is he so afraid of Mo Chunshan?

Didn't you say that this was his little uncle? Or the relatives who rescued him from Shanghai, how could they have such a strange expression?

He Guan'er didn't have time to figure it out, Mo Chunshan turned his head and said to her: "I also have something to go, and before I go, there are some things that I should tell you to know." ”

Walking out of the corridor behind Mo Chunshan, He Waner realized that there was a dense drizzle in the sky.

Meng Qianyang asked He Guaner to accompany Mo Chunshan to shelter from the rain under the eaves and go to the parking lot to drive by himself.

The rain curtain is overwhelming, and the stone slabs on the square in front of me are soaked in dark gray, and there are some dark green berry moss between the stone cracks, which is dark and humble.

He Wan'er was stunned, his face was stained with the moisture of the rain, which was even more radiant, and the hair on his forehead was stained with rain slanted by the cold wind, and it was slightly wet.

Mo Chunshan stood beside her and leaned forward silently, blocking the rain that was drifting obliquely.

He stood silently for half a minute, saw that Meng Qianyang had already walked away, and talked about Mo Shuyi.

He didn't tell a lie, he really thought that he wouldn't survive to lie to Miss Gu. It's just that people are stupid and really have no bottom, and they could have passed that level with a good explanation, but they had to find another way to become a resentful couple, but the misunderstanding was too deep, and how to explain it after he got sick, Miss Gu didn't believe him until she came back to Gyeongju this time. ”

He Wan'er came back to his senses and heard his explanation, but he still didn't believe it: "You are his little uncle, of course you speak for him." Why is he still alive when he is seriously ill and dying? What terminal illness can heal so quickly? Is it a miracle?"

Mo Chunshan looked at her awkwardly and shook his head with a smile.

Then, he took off his coat and threw it to He Wan'er.

He Wan'er was dumbfounded: "I'm not cold, why are you taking off your coat?"

Mo Chunshan looked at her deeply, shook his head helplessly, and pulled the shirt on his body upwards, revealing the skin under the shirt.

He Wan'er was very puzzled by his hooligan behavior, and when he was at a loss when he grabbed his coat, he suddenly saw a scar on his waist and abdomen.

That's where the liver is, and looking at the shape of the scar, it's neat and not hideous, it looks like a mark after surgery.

The scar was exposed in the air for just a few seconds, and Mo Chunshan put down his clothes.

"See?" he asked, placing his hand on the scar through his clothes, "Now the liver in Mo Shuyi's body is a piece that I transferred to him seven years ago." If it weren't for my liver, he would have died a long time ago. ”

As he spoke, he took back the coat from He Wan'er and put it on slowly.

"Seven years ago, he was diagnosed with intrahepatic bile duct cystectasia, a rare congenital biliary disorder that was left untreated, and his liver was severely damaged and required a liver transplant to recover. It just so happened that I was the only one who was related to him and I was successfully matched, so I cut a third of my liver to him. ”

He Wan'er's mind was blank, his expression was a little stiff, and he didn't have the strength to answer at all.

Although the people around him have not had similar experiences, He Guaner knows that in order to prevent the sale of organs, organ transplants can only be carried out among relatives unless they are lined up to receive donations from the deceased.

In other words, Mo Shuyi wants a liver, and the regular operation is to accept a transplant from someone who is related to him and has been successfully matched in the hospital, and a liver transplant is a big operation, even if he can find the liver source on the black market, Mo Shuyi not only can't afford to wait, but the risk is also huge.

Therefore, in order to save Mo Shuyi, Mo Chunshan lacked one-third of the liver in his body.

With a faint pain in his heart, He Wan'er hurriedly asked, "That scarface kicked your surgical wound that day, right? Did you go to check it later? Did you hurt anywhere?"

Mo Chunshan pursed his lips, shook his head slightly, and replied, "It's okay." ”

He Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought that some of the organs in his body were missing, some emotions couldn't help but erupt.

"If the liver is cut, it can't grow back, where is Mo Shuyi worth sacrificing your health to save him? If something happens to you, what should I do?"

As soon as he said this, He Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and after that, even his eyes were drifting.

She felt that something was wrong.

The first sentence blurted out can be said to be concerned, and the second sentence complained that Mo Shuyi felt sorry for Mo Chunshan, and there was a little bit of anger in the grievance - uh, how do you really listen to it, how do you feel ambiguous.

What else to say - you have something, what should I do?

Oh my God, Mo Chunshan and her are not related, where did she come from to say such a thing?

What should I do? Will Mo Chunshan think too much? Will he think that she has other intentions, so as to seize this slot and attack her?

He Wan'er was nervous, but Mo Chunshan didn't answer - this is good, she didn't dare to speak, so she had to lower her head and pretend to be quail.

She lowered her head and didn't dare to look into his eyes, but she couldn't help but glance at the lower half of his face.

His facial features are handsome and delicate, and the line of his chin is extremely neat, and the coat he just put on has not yet been tidied up, and the collar of his shirt is slightly open, revealing the line from the Adam's apple to the left collarbone.

He - so thin! I don't know if it's because he has a liver transplant that he is not in good health.

He Wan'er couldn't help but feel distressed, frowned and raised his eyes slightly, but accidentally saw the corners of his slightly curved mouth.

He Wan'er's eyes didn't dare to roll around, but he felt a trace of heat rushing towards his face behind his ears.

She really didn't know how to resolve the embarrassment, and she just hoped that Mo Chunshan wouldn't notice her inappropriateness.

"Why is it not worth it?" Mo Chunshan spoke, but his voice was slightly cold and deep, "A piece of liver, 200 million yuan, do you say it's worth it?"

A few minutes later, He Guaner watched the black sedan approach silently in the rain, and finally stopped under the steps.

Mo Chunshan had already tidied up his sleeves, raised his eyes to look into the distance, and said lightly: "The car is coming, I'm leaving." ”

"Hmm. He Wan'er was still in a trance, and his mind kept on what he had just said.

A piece of liver, 200 million yuan? This means that Mo Chunshan transplanted a piece of his own liver to Mo Shuyi at a cost of 200 million yuan.

Aren't they blood family? Why should they do that?

Her thoughts were chaotic, and in a trance, Mo Chunshan had already walked towards the bottom of the steps.

He Wan'er looked at the fine rain, a spirit, hurriedly took out his umbrella from his bag and chased it out.

Walking out of the eaves only a dozen meters away, Mo Chunshan's hair was already wet.

He Wan'er hurriedly held up his umbrella and said, "Mr. Mo, it's cold in winter, so don't get rainy." ”

Mo Chunshan raised his eyes and looked at the umbrella, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "This color is really out of place." ”

He also said that on such an occasion, the eyes were full of black, white and dark green, and her crimson umbrella really shouldn't be here.

He tilted his head slightly to look at her and said, "It's just a little rain, it doesn't matter." I've been fine for a long time, and you really think I'm so delicate that I can't even get wet in the rain?"

He Wan'er was told the central matter, and laughed: "I know that you are not squeamish, but your clothes are squeamish." ”

Mo Chunshan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "You, you always put the cart before the horse, duplicitous." Well, thank you. ”