Li Qiyu suddenly woke up and was lying on the luxurious bed.
Bo Yeyuan held her in his arms, caressing her hair with his long fingers. A doctor stood beside the bed: "My wife's heart is rejecting. Did she forget to take her medicine after a break?"
Li Qiyu forgot her memory and had no idea that she had had a heart transplant...
"Having had a heart transplant, you have to take rejection drugs for the rest of your life. You can't stop taking them for a day, otherwise the consequences will be serious."
Bo Yeyuan's eyes darkened: "What are the consequences?"
"The heart cannot bear the load, and the organs fail, until death."
Bang!
Bo Yeyuan swept his hand hard, and the cup on the bedside table fell to the ground.
The doctor was so frightened that he dared not speak out. Bo Yeyuan's face was as black as ink: "How about a better heart?"
"No matter how suitable the heart is, it will be rejected if it is not her own, and heart transplant surgery is very risky, and the chance of death is very high. After the heart is replaced, she may not be able to adapt to it as she is now, and it will be more difficult for her to achieve her current health status."
Bo Yeyuan's murderous aura became even more intense: "You're still standing there waiting for me to dig your grave? Go get some medicine!"
He was furious because he blamed himself for not thinking of her taking medicine when he checked her heart last time.
The little woman in his arms moved.
Bo Yeyuan picked her up and stared at her little face: "Did I wake you up?"
Li Qiyu was silent, she would not have that dream for no reason, although after the personality conflict, she forgot her past memories. Once stimulated, she would think of sporadic fragments of the past in the form of dreams.
Information shows that both Mrs. Li and her two daughters have hereditary heart disease. Why did Li Baiyi ask her for a heart?
Bo Yeyuan pinched her chin and sharpened her ears in a deep voice: "I won't let anything happen to you!"
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Mrs. Li put her hand on her chest and laughed strangely.
No one ever knew that she had no heart disease at all and was just a lie she made up to get Dashu's heart.
[Brother Li Yifan, my sister is dead! Can you accept the reality? Before she died, my sister said she would donate her heart to me... She and I are twins. The doctor said that her heart transplanted to me will be the same as his own.
Same. I can live.】
They are obviously twins, but Mrs. Li has looked different from her sister Dashu since she was born.
As they grow up, they become less and less like...
She frantically searched for the reasons, and the data showed that twins may not necessarily look the same. Nutrient absorption, genetic variation, bone development, etc. may all cause the differences.
In fact, their facial features and body shapes are similar, just like the same rose. One blooms to full bloom, arrogant and brilliant, and is extremely beautiful; the other is withered and does not bloom, and is only ordinary in beauty.
But Mrs. Li is the ordinary one!
If there was no elder sister Da Shu, Xiao Shu would be able to enjoy the pampering all by himself.
[Brother Li Yifan, her heart is in my body, I can live on her behalf...]
Mrs. Li picked up the photo frame and touched Father Li's face.
More than 20 years ago, she planned Dashu's death, took away the heart and put it into her body.
After Dashu died, she thought that all the love would belong to her, including Li Yifan.
"Yifan, I look at Li Qiyu's face every day. Her eyes look more and more like Da Shu, and they have the same breath when they smile. I hate her! I didn't kill her in the first place, it was all because of you... But she
Now you want to take revenge on me!" Mrs. Li stared resentfully at the handsome face of the man in the photo frame, "I really regret not throwing her to the dogs!"