The woman came to her bed, looking at her calmly: "This is my private hospital, and the doctors checked your body when you were unconscious."
Yao Mingyue's words got stuck in her throat. She showed a bitter expression, clutching her suffocating chest: "It's still better than having no options, it's a bit bad... but at least it's still usable, isn't it..."
"His damaged organs are more than one place. If I replaced yours, you would be the one who dies."
The woman lowered her head to look at her, and she always spoke like this, no matter how great the joy or sorrow, her words were always calm and directly pierced the heart.
Yao Mingyue covered her chest and her gaze turned to Xu Musen, who lay beside her relying on machines to sustain his life, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Anyway... this life of mine was already picked back up, I was not meant to live long, this is what I owe him..."
