Xia Chun couldn't hear the doctor's words and her mind went blank.

The only consciousness she had was that the brother in front of her had left her forever and would never wake up again.

The blood on his clothes had not completely solidified, and his body temperature had not yet cooled down, but he did not open his eyes to look at her.

She cried heartbrokenly, panicking and grabbing his hand, shaking him, and even plucking his eyes:

"Xiaotian, open your eyes and look at me."

"Xiaotian, aren't you going to take wedding photos for me?"

"Xiaotian, why are you so cruel..."

The greatest sorrow in the world is separation between life and death. At this moment, the emergency room was filled with sadness inside and outside.

Although Xia Chun is a medical staff, she has seen many life and death situations in her nursing career this year. They even comforted the family members of patients when they died.

However, when this kind of tragedy really happened to her, when it was her loved ones who passed away, the overwhelming pain still made her almost faint.

She couldn't accept Xiaotian leaving so suddenly.

Two days ago, he even sent a message and called to say he wanted to take wedding photos for her.

He is still so young and his life has just begun...

"Ms. Xia, you need to go through some procedures and pay a fee. We are sending your brother's body to the morgue."

"No! Don't push my brother away."

Xia Chun hugged Xia Tian tightly in panic, not caring that he was covered in blood. She only knew that they couldn't let them send her brother away, no.

"etc."

Liang Shangjun, who had been silently watching her fall into grief, suddenly spoke, his voice cold and cold, filled with subtle struggles.

It seems like a difficult decision has been made.

The handsome man in casual clothes outside the emergency room suddenly turned cold, and a hint of evil crossed his brows.

"Master Liang!"

This doctor knew Liang Shangjun, and when he heard him speak, he turned his attention to him.

Liang Shangjun pursed his thin lips with a trace of cold determination, lowered his eyes and stared at Xia Chun, who was holding his brother in grief, and said in a deep voice:

"Xia Chun, please donate your brother's cornea."

Xia Chun was completely unaware of his words, immersed in the overwhelming sorrow alone.

The man outside the emergency room narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of ridicule in the corner of his cold mouth. He really didn't miss any opportunity.

But he believed that the woman named Xia in front of him would not agree. Although Liang Shangjun came with Xia Chun.

Liang Shangjun waited for a second, but before Xia Chun could react, he frowned slightly and glanced at Xia Tian, ​​who was lying coldly on the emergency table. He suddenly reached out and pulled Xia Chun up.

"let me go!"

Xia Chun struggled with grief and anger, her voice was hoarse and painful, but her tearful eyes stared at Xia Tian tightly, unwilling to look away.

Liang Shangjun's hand tightened, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.

He pursed his lips heavily, locked his sharp eyes on her grief-filled eyes, and said word by word, coldly and cruelly:

"Xia Chun, your brother is dead. Listen to me, if you donate his body organs now, you can save many people and allow many people to be reborn."

Xia Chun stared at Liang Shangjun in disbelief, her red and swollen eyes filled with resentment. She stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly struggled angrily and roared:

"You are talking nonsense. My brother is fine. He will be fine. You gangster and robber, let me go. You can't even touch a hair on my brother's head."

The expressions of the doctors and nurses around him changed.

Liang Shangjun's handsome face sank, and he grasped her struggling hands with his big, sharp-jointed hands. He didn't care about her wrists, which were red and swollen from being hit not long ago, and roughly pulled her out of the emergency room.
Chapter completed!