Chapter 158: Like a rose that is withering

"What did you say? You want to donate a kidney to Xing'er?!"

Su Yichen looked at Shi Heng in disbelief. He didn't expect Shi Heng to have this idea. After all, no one knew better than him that their whole family loathed Yi'er, loathed her to the bone.

Otherwise, they couldn't have made the decision to let Yi'er take the blame for her sister back then.

However, the expression on Shi Heng's face was exceptionally serious, not at all like he was joking. He looked into Su Yichen's eyes and repeated word by word:

"Yes, I will donate a kidney to Xing'er."

"Heh, stop joking."

Su Yichen sneered: "President Shi, I understand you want to make up for the harm you once caused Xing'er. Heh, but donating a kidney is not as simple as you think."

"First of all, this is a very dangerous surgery. During the surgery, it could lead to massive bleeding, infection, or even organ damage."

"Even if the surgery is successful, your body will only have one kidney left. Excessive load will lead to kidney function degradation, and in severe cases, it will even develop into chronic kidney failure."

"Not only that, but donating a kidney will also affect the whole body's organs. The heart's load will increase, and it will also produce obvious psychological pressure, and you will feel anxious and depressed at any time..."

"Heh, President Shi, have you considered it clearly? Can you accept all these pains?"

Hearing Su Yichen's words, the brow that Shi Heng had already tightly furrowed deepened even more.

He didn't answer immediately but lowered his head, his face hidden in a shadow, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth:

"So... for so many years, is this the kind of torture Xing'er has been suffering?"

Shi Heng's words were like an invisible feather arrow, stabbing into Su Yichen's heart unexpectedly.

Yes, why didn't he think of that? The pain Yi'er had endured all these years was the same!

No, it was pain that was several times harder to endure than this...

"More than that, she... she was also injected with deadly poison."

Su Yichen's voice was tinged with a tremor:

"It was... the Ebola virus, dozens of times higher than the normal concentration!"

"So... how did she survive back then?!"

"I don't know..."

Su Yichen shook his head powerlessly.

"Perhaps... it was the combination of the world's most advanced technology and medical conditions that saved her life. Her medical history cannot be found. Perhaps she has been recuperating abroad all these years, or perhaps she has been receiving treatment in some military hospital; military data cannot be found either."

Shi Heng gritted his teeth, temporarily suppressing the rolling emotions in his heart, and continued to ask:

"If she doesn't have a transplant, how much longer can Xing'er live?"

"It's hard to say... However, based on my judgment..."

Su Yichen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said:

"No more than 5 years."

The air was silent for a while, and the corridor was so quiet that a needle drop could be heard. After a long while, Shi Heng finally said:

"Arrange the matching test for me as soon as possible."

"You... have you really thought it through? Once the match is successful, you won't regret it, right?"

"Thought it through."

"How could I regret it? Heh, I owe Xing'er too much. A kidney... is far from enough to make up for it."

Outside, the heavy rain that had fallen all night finally stopped.

Shi Heng walked out of

Just last night, he could only watch helplessly as Xing'er vomited blood and fell into a coma, watching her breathing and heartbeat drop into a straight line... and perhaps never wake up again.

At least for now, Xing'er is still alive.

That is enough.

Shi Heng's car was still parked at Fisherman's Wharf; he was truly too tired and didn't want to go get it, so he took a taxi home.

As soon as he pushed open the front door, Liu Wanxin ran over with an anxious face and grabbed his wrist.

"Heng, is there any news about Xi'er?!"

"Mom, how would I have news about Xi'er? What did the police say?"

"The police said... the last place she was found was Fisherman's Wharf. Surveillance shows Xi'er and that person called Gu Fei getting into a car and heading to the wharf, and after that... after that, they couldn't find any trace of her!"

At this moment, Shi Zhenyuan also walked down from upstairs; he appeared calm, though he was suppressing deep anger.

"Was it Shi Xi who kidnapped Shen Xingyao's son or not?!"

Shi Heng shook his head helplessly.

"I don't know. Gu Fei is already dead."

"What did you say? He's dead?!" Liu Wanxin collapsed onto the floor with a thud, her gaze dull from excessive shock, her mouth muttering incessantly:

"He's dead, he's dead..."

"Then where is my Xi'er, where on earth is my Xi'er..."

Seeing his mother's state, Shi Heng only felt a wave of headache and helplessness.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going upstairs first."

He coldly dropped this sentence, ignored his mother, and returned to his bedroom.

The door behind him slammed shut with a "bang."

Shi Heng leaned against the back of the door, rubbed his stifled chest, and then took out his phone to call his secretary, Sun.

"Hello, Sun, help me check if any pleasure boats left the wharf last night, including... black-market boats."

"Yes, President Shi."

Elsewhere.

Qin Hao Bei had originally wanted to transfer Xing'er to the military sanatorium for continued treatment, as it had more advanced equipment and more professional doctors.

But he was afraid that Xing'er's body really couldn't withstand the ordeal. In the end, he let Xing'er stay at the Lanwan City People's Hospital.

Qin Hao Bei requested leave from the military.

Every day, he personally fed Xing'er medicine and food, wiped her body... taking care of her with meticulous attention.

Seeing the dark circles under Qin Hao Bei's eyes from taking care of her, Shi Yi felt heartbroken.

"Brother, you aren't made of iron, and I'm not made of paper. You don't need to stay here guarding me every day..."

Qin Hao Bei smiled gently.

"So Xing'er knows how to feel sorry for me? Then hurry up and get better, and we'll be discharged sooner."

Qin Hao Bei coaxed Xing'er as if she were a small child, but his heart was incredibly heavy.

This time, he clearly felt that Shi Yi was recovering slower than before.

This was not the first time Xing'er's Ebola virus had flared up; during the three years at the sanatorium, she had experienced several acute outbreaks.

But those times, Xing'er hadn't been like this—repeatedly running fevers, getting infections, and even sleeping for most of the day.

It was like a rose that was slowly withering...

Thinking of Su Yichen's words, Qin Hao Bei felt even more uneasy.

Could it be... that the only way to save Xing'er is really a kidney transplant?

"Xing'er..."

He lowered his head and kissed Shi Yi's forehead affectionately.

"What do I have to do to keep you..."