"I don't want to either, Yun, but human life is at stake, what do you want me to do? Do you want to watch Xuan Xuan die without saving him? Xuan Xuan is still so young..."
Qingqing choked up her words as she burst into tears.
If possible, Qingqing selfishly hopes to dominate her brother and is not allowed to have the slightest contact with Sister Wenwen.
Just the thought of her brother having to do something so close to Sister Wenwen is like thousands of thorns piercing Qingqing's heart, riddled with holes.
"Qingqing, believe me, you will definitely..."
Holding Qingqing in his arms, Ouyang Lingyun choked with sobs and comforted her.
He has always had a firm belief in his heart that there will be a solution, and that kind-hearted person with matching bone marrow will definitely appear.
However, before Ouyang Lingyun could finish his words, Xuanxuan's special guard shouted outside the door.
Shiba, Fei Suanren, it’s not good, Xuanxuan is bleeding heavily and fainted again! The blood bank is in urgent need of type O blood and needs you to get a blood transfusion.”
I just raised my forehead and waited calmly in the blood transfusion department of the emergency room.
Fortunately, both Xuanxuan and Ouyang Lingyun had type O blood, so she luckily escaped.
If she continues to be shocked like this, she may be about to have a heart attack.
Therefore, she must cut through the mess quickly!
"Ouyang Lingyun, please continue to hesitate! Continue to maintain your nobility and loyalty to love? I, Situ Wen, will never beg you again!
Let me and you watch your son helplessly. Your biological son was tortured to death but you didn't see him die!
Have you forgotten? He is still so young, holding your legs and calling you daddy. Have you forgotten..."
Situ Wen, who had made up his mind, looked noble and cold while cursing, stimulating and provoking.
Yijiao concluded that if the condition continued to deteriorate and a bone marrow donor could not be found, Xuanxuan would most likely not survive more than a year.
For the first time, Ouyang Lingyun showed his unbearability for Xuan Xuan, who had just received a blood transfusion but was still as pale as a piece of paper.
He couldn't even listen to it, and he had no memory of Xuan Xuan's childhood.
The only thing I remember is holding his leg at the airport a month ago, crying heartbreakingly not allowing him to leave.
"Qingqing, is this really retribution?"
Ouyang Lingyun choked with angina pectoris.
He gave up on Xuan Xuan, so Xuan Xuan wanted to retaliate against him in this way?
If there is anyone he can feel sorry for in this life, the only one is Xuanxuan.
He has never given him fatherly love, and now he is watching his life passing by. He obviously has a way to save him but...
"Brother, let's have another child!"
Holding back the severe heartache, Qingqing persuaded her with tears streaming down her face.
She knew that if she didn't do this, if Xuanxuan really couldn't wait for the donor, her brother would definitely blame himself and feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"But if I betray you and have a child with another woman, will you still forgive me?"
Ouyang Lingyun's eyes were scarlet, and he looked at Qingqing blankly, and choked up.
"Yes, this is an exception. It is a good thing, it is to save people's lives, and it is also with my permission. Therefore, I will definitely forgive you, and I will not blame you!"
Qingqing held her brother's face and promised anxiously. More tears poured out wantonly and she couldn't stop them.
"But I blame myself, but I can't forgive myself!"
Ouyang Lingyun beat his head uncontrollably, scolding, blaming himself, and regretting endlessly.
If there hadn’t been that drunken night, if there hadn’t been drunken sex,
Or, if he had been more cruel and insisted on aborting the child...
There wouldn't be so much pain and suffering now.
"Yun, I beg you, don't do this! Go and save Xuanxuan. Xuanxuan is such a lovely child, and he longs for your father's love so much.
I won't blame you, really. Could it be that the love and trust between us can't withstand this little storm?
We have survived so many difficulties over the years, and we will surely survive this time too!
Yun, let me tell you, no matter what happens between us, no matter how many people try to break us apart or forcefully intervene, we cannot be separated. We must be together forever. Huh?"
Qingqing grabbed her brother's excited hand to prevent him from hurting her, and hugged her out-of-control brother with her own arms.
Qingqing stroked her brother's back gently and sincerely comforted him.
A wet teardrop fell on Qingqing's chest, and Qingqing could still vaguely feel the heat through her clothes.
Qingqing knows, brother, cried.
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
She could feel her brother's suffering, her brother's struggle, her brother's pain.
Sometimes Ouyang Lingyun would rather Qingqing be really cruel!
If Qingqing is cruel enough not to allow him to have a second child, he will definitely stick with her to the end. Even if he is the most unfeeling and heartless father, he will not hesitate.
But Qingqing, why is he so kind and kind? Why does he add fuel to the flames when he understands compassion?
"Cloud, be patient, it will pass. No matter how big the storm is, it will pass, eh? We will have our rainbow soon, I firmly believe it!"
Qingqing hugged her brother to comfort her, and smiled happily. She was comforting her brother, but more like comforting herself.
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After saying goodbye to each other, Qingqing and her brother reluctantly kissed each other.
It took a long time, until both of them could no longer breathe, but they were still unwilling or unwilling to let go of each other.
Everyone knew that once he let go, he would lie down on another woman's bed against his will.
Mr. Ouyang, whom Lei Tu had always disliked, did not dare to interrupt.
Let them linger, embrace, nibble and kiss in public in an immoral and unseemly manner.
The best treatment plan for the disease is no longer possible.
I am jealous of you and I am jealous of you.
Situ Wen gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaved violently, and even his eyes were flashing with fierce jealousy.