"What?" Wen Yuci stood up violently.

"He asked me to do a liver transplant for Meng Zhen," Mingyang's eyes were red, and he closed his eyes, "He said, Meng Zhen must have a liver transplant within this week, otherwise his life will be in danger, he said that he has already asked a doctor to match me, I can be a donor for Meng Zhen, he asked me to go into the operating room, cut a part of the liver to Meng Zhen, he said, just want a small part of my liver, it will not have any effect on my body, he also said, he will give me a lot of money......"

"Listen to his nonsense! This is impossible! It is impossible!" Wen Yuci was emotional, and his face was flushed with anger.

Mingyang has just experienced a car accident, and he doesn't know when he will recover after recuperation, how can he withstand an operation to remove his liver with his physical condition?

Mingyang closed his eyes, tears still flowed out of his eyes, he didn't want Wen Yuci to see it, so he turned his head.

Wen Yu bit his lip angrily, almost going crazy.

That old bastard!

If she asked him to take away one of Mingyang's hair, she wouldn't be surnamed Wen!

She couldn't be angry, but in a blink of an eye, she saw Mingyang, who was sad and out of control, she could only forcibly suppress the anger in her heart, walked to Mingyang's side, grabbed his head, let him snuggle into her arms, and said softly: "Forget Mingyang, you should not have his father, don't you still have porcelain?" You still have me, and Dad, we are very good together, we don't recognize that old bastard!"

Mingyang shook his head, with a cold and piercing despair in his voice, "I just, I just don't understand, what did I do wrong, why can he be so cruel to me?"

The tiger poison does not eat children, but his biological father can set up an ambush to kill him on the way to worship his grandfather.

If it weren't for Wen Yuci who happened to appear in that kind of wilderness, he would have died.

Today's Mingyang is already a wisp of grievance.

More than ten years later, his father knew that he was still alive, and not only did he not have any intention of repenting, but asked for half of his liver as soon as he opened his mouth.

What did he do wrong, his biological father, to be so ruthless to him?

Wen Yuci couldn't answer his question.

She couldn't figure it out either.

She has the best father in the world, and when she becomes a mother in the future, she will also be the mother who loves her children the most in the world, so she can't figure out what is going on with those parents who don't care about their children.

Wen Yuci comforted him for a while, but Mingyang was in poor spirits, fell crooked on the bed, and fell asleep again.

Wen Yuci tried his forehead, the temperature seemed to be a little high, found a thermometer, and measured his temperature, thirty-eight degrees.

Wen Yuci felt uneasy, and immediately found Fan Qingyu.

Fan Qingyu examined Mingyang's body, prescribed oral medicine and injections, and handed them to the nurse, who asked the nurse to inject Mingyang.

When the nurse gave Mingyang a needle, Mingyang opened his eyes and took a look, saw Wen Yuci guarding his side, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

After the nurse finished giving him the injection, Wen Yuci covered him with a blanket, sat with him for a while, saw that he was sleeping very deeply, got up and went out, and found Fan Qingyu.

Sitting down opposite Fan Qingyu, she asked worriedly, "Why does Mingyang have a fever? Is his condition worsening?"

Fan Qingyu said coldly: "Whether it is a sick person or an injured person, three points of medicine, seven points of nourishment, he was hit by a car and flew two or three meters, and it is already a miracle that there are no multiple fractures. ”

Wen Yuci's body tensed and stared at him, "Does it matter?"

"What does it matter, what does it matter?" Fan Qingyu looked at her coldly, "I can only tell you, just like this sadness and anger, the condition will not heal, but no one can die, but if he cuts half of his liver to others, with his current body functions, he will die for a lifetime!"

Wen Yuci's eyes widened violently, "You know?"

"The matching between him and Meng Zhen was made by me. Fan Qingyu said coldly.

"What did you do?" Wen Yuci suddenly became angry, and snapped the case, "Why did you do this for him? Did you get our consent? I won't let Mingyang cut his liver to anyone!"

"I owe Meng Qiao's friend a favor," Fan Qingyu stared at Wen Yuci's face, his expression was still cold, "Even if I don't do it, he will ask others to do it, Meng Zhen is the root of his illness, as long as he can save Meng Zhen, he can do whatever it takes!"

"Can it be done at all costs?, is it possible that in this everything, including Mingyang's life?" Wen Yu's whole body trembled, "Using the life of one son to exchange the life of another son, is this what he does for his father?"

Fan Qingyu stared at her coldly, "This matter is not my business." ”

"You ......" Wen Yu is angry, but she knows that Fan Qingyu is this kind of unobtrusive character, and she can't do anything about him even if she is angry.

She slapped the table hard, turned and ran out.

Angry, so angry.

She was going to find Meng Qiao.

She wanted to tell Meng Qiao that as long as she lived, he didn't want to move a finger of Mingyang.

Donating a liver?

Let him die!

The information Xie Yunjing sent to her said that Meng Qiao was staying in a hotel near the hospital.

Wen Yuci didn't even have to take a car, ran all the way, according to the house number on the information, found Meng Qiao's room, and banged on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and a haggard middle-aged man appeared, who was none other than Mingyang's father, Meng Qiao.

Meng Qiao looked at Wen Yuci suspiciously: "You are?"

"Wen Yu porcelain!" Wen Yu porcelain introduced herself angrily, "My name is Wen Yu porcelain, eleven years ago, I saved Mingyang, and now, I am Mingyang's sister and his relative!"

"Mingyang?" Meng Qiao was stunned, "You mean Meng Xi?"

Seeing his reaction, Wen Yuci smiled, "It seems that you don't know anything! You don't know what your so-called Meng Xi is called now, what you have experienced before, and what is happening now, you only know one thing, that is, Mingyang and Meng Zhen have successfully matched, Mingyang is your last life-saving straw, but, it's a pity, you can't get this life-saving straw, I won't let you hurt him, I won't let anyone hurt him, you dare to touch a finger of him, I will make your whole family die a good death! If you don't believe it, let's wait and see!"

Meng Qiao's surface sank like water, and he looked at Wen Yu porcelain coldly.

In Cloud City, the Meng family is the second family after the Zhan family, and after he has lived for such an age, few people dare to speak to him with such a disdainful and provocative attitude.

He really didn't know what Meng Xi's name was now, or rather, he knew it, but he quickly forgot it, because he didn't care about it at all.

His current head is pretending to be Meng Zhen's life and death.

He only has one son, Meng Zhen, if Meng Zhen dies, the Meng family will be extinct, so what is the point of everything he has fought for and grabbed over the years?

He looked at Wen Yuci and said coldly: "That's a matter between our father and son, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"Bullshit!" Wen Yuci laughed mockingly, "Just a scum like you, you are also worthy of being a father?" I warn you, Meng Qiao, before beating Mingyang's idea, you should first inquire about who my Wen Yuci is! I promise, if you dare to move a finger against him, I will make your entire Meng family bankrupt and die without a corpse!"

Wen Yuci stared at him with an angry and sharp gaze for a while, took a few steps back, turned around angrily, and left quickly.

Meng Qiao closed his eyes, turned around and entered the house, and closed the door.

He didn't take Wen Yu's words to heart.

Even if Wen Yuci is someone he can't afford to mess with, he can't care so much.

He now has only one thought in his heart, he wants to save his son Meng Zhen.

Even if he takes his life now, as long as he can save his son, he will not blink an eye.

Wen Yuci returned to Mingyang's ward, angry and tired, and never tired.

I slept all night, and when I called Wen Xiong after breakfast the next day, I heard Wen Xiong's voice not right, and coughed a few times, she was not at ease, and asked the nurse to take care of Mingyang, and drove back to visit Wen Xiong.

Since Wen Xiong woke up from a coma, Wen Yuci was especially sad about his body, even if she had an itchy throat and coughed a few times, she would be like a great enemy.

After returning home, she stayed with Wen Xiong for a while, and saw that Wen Xiong seemed to have been blown by the wind, a little cold, and there was no major problem, she instructed the family doctor to keep an eye on Wen Xiong's daily life and diet. Watching Wen Xiong take medicine on time, he ordered Xiao Wu and Yichun to look at Wen Xiong left and right, and then drove back to the hospital.

Running on both sides like this, she felt like a wind-up machine, tired and tired, but she couldn't stop.

Back at the hospital, I turned the corridor and walked briskly towards Mingyang's ward, and just walked to the door, I heard Mingyang's voice coming from the crack in the door, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious," another voice sounded, Wen Yuci recalled, and immediately sounded, it was Meng Qiao's voice, "As long as you sign this surgical agreement, I will transfer all of Meng's equity to you!"

After a moment of silence, she heard Mingyang say, "...... Good!"

Good?

Wen Yuci was mad and kicked the door in, "What's good?"

She glared at Mingyang, saw Mingyang holding a stack of materials in his hand, rushed over, snatched it into his hand, and glanced at it, it was the informed consent form for the surgical transplantation of the parent liver!

Wen Yuci tore the consent form to shreds in three or two strokes, spun around violently, and threw it on the face of Meng Qiao, who was standing behind her, "You are not welcome here, get out!"

Seeing that Mingyang was about to sign, Meng Qiao was excited, but was interrupted by Wen Yuci, Meng Qiao's face was innocent, and his lips trembled and said: "Who are you? This is a matter between our father and son, you, an outsider, have no right to ask!"

"I don't have the right, I don't have the right, who has the right?" Wen Yuci raised his eyebrows and asked in a sharp tone: "Don't forget, your son Meng Xi died eleven years ago, and now the person standing behind me is called Wen Mingyang, who is my brother Wen Yuci!