Xia Chun staggered and threw herself next to her brother, wiping her tears desperately, trying to see him clearly, but her red and swollen eyes were too blurry, and Xia Chun's face in her eyes also became blurry.

"Xiaotian, I'm sorry."

She touched his face tremblingly and covered his thick eyelashes tremblingly. If Xiaotian knew, would he agree?

She deliberately made things difficult for Liang Shangjun.

She doesn't want to donate her brother's organs.

She hated that domineering and arrogant man who raped her twice.

However, the resolute and determined voice that sounded above her head surprised her:

"I agree to your request."

He pulled her up again, and his deep voice suddenly hit her heart like a heavy hammer:

"I agree to the three requests you made. You can sign the relevant agreement now."

Xia Chun's thin body trembled suddenly, a trace of confusion flashed across her raised eyes, and she quickly lowered her head again, not seeing the depth that flashed through Liang Shangjun's eyes.

She bit her red lip, trying to use the pain in her mouth to relieve the tearing pain in her heart.

The doctors and nurses on the side were all shocked, but did not dare to speak.

Liang Shangjun asked the doctor on the side to go through the corresponding procedures and said to Xia Chun:

"I'll have someone call your parents now. You should take a rest first."

"don't want!"

Xia Chun's eyes flashed with fear.

Liang Shangjun frowned, his deep eyes stared into her frightened and sorrowful clear eyes, strange emotions welled up deep in his heart unconsciously, and a sour and astringent feeling filled his chest.

She couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but Xia Chun dodged her.

"Don't call. My father and mother are on the train right now. They are coming to City A today..."

Xia Chun's voice was choked and painful, and the following words were almost sobbing, and she didn't say them completely at all, but Liang Shangjun still understood, and he narrowed his eyes deeply because of this.

Xia Chun was so painful that she couldn't breathe, her legs went weak, and she was about to fall. Liang Shangjun instinctively held her up and called her name worriedly:

"Xia Chun."

Xia Chun bit her lip until it bled, trying to be strong.

"Ms. Xia, I'm sorry."

Next to her, an apologetic and self-reproaching voice pulled Xia Chun back from her endless grief. She raised her eyes and saw that a tall man had appeared in front of her.

Liang Shangjun narrowed his eyes deeply, looking at the man with alert eyes.

Xia Chun was at a loss for two seconds. Her eyes moved down from his clear-cut face and touched the blood stains on his body. When she saw the two policemen on the side, a white light suddenly flashed in her mind.

Suddenly, she understood something. Anger instantly swept away grief. The next second, she suddenly broke away from Liang Shangjun and rushed towards the apologetic man, with a sharp and resentful voice:

"It was you who killed Xiaotian, wasn't it you? You murderer, why don't you give my brother's life back..."

The man's tall body stood upright in front of her like a wall. No matter how hard she hit him, he would not move at all, accepting all her sadness and anger.

"Xia Chun, calm down."

Liang Shangjun reached out to grab her and looked coldly at the man in front of him.

Her wrists were even more red and swollen, but she didn't notice it. The pain in her body was one millionth less than the pain in her heart.

If she could exchange for Xia Tian's life, she would be willing to lose one of her hands.

Si Hanyu's tall body was as motionless as a mountain, letting Xia Chun's fists fall on him like raindrops. Her strength did not hurt him at all, but he felt her suffocating pain.
Chapter completed!