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"Lan, calm down." Since Yan Ting has come to see you, it means that he still has you in his heart. At this time, you should not be making things difficult for Yan Ting. "

Song was worried that Song Qinglan's words had angered Fu Yanting, and he was worried that the company, which had finally gotten to the point of being formal, would return to its original spot.

Song Qinglan bit her pale lips as she looked at Fu Yanting with teary eyes.

"Yan Ting, I agree to the operation." "But, the heart that's compatible with me …"

Before Song Qinglan could finish her words, Fu Zhaoting had already understood what she meant.

"I'll get someone to arrange it."

"Oh, Yan Ting. Actually, we have something suitable for you. You just need to send someone with us."

Just as Fu Yating was about to make the call and make the arrangements, He Wanping suddenly spoke up.

Although Fu Yating was puzzled, he did not say much. He only arranged for people to deal with this matter together with He Wanping.

When Song Wanqing woke up, she found herself not in the dark basement, but in a clean ward. The liquid was still flowing down his arm. One could even see the marks of the ropes.

All she could remember was that the nurse had injected a cold liquid into her arm, and then she had lost consciousness, and she had no recollection of what had happened after that.

Song Wanqing looked at the bottle and saw that there was no more liquid inside. But there was no one else in the room. She tried to get up, but just as she did, a faint pain came from the spot where her chest was propped up.

Why was it so painful?

Song Wanqing lowered her head and saw that there was a bit of red on her chest. This red was clearly blood.

Song Wanqing pulled off the hospital gown and looked. There was a bandage around her chest, and the bandage was already stained red.

What was going on?

No matter how she thought about it, Song Wanqing could not understand what had happened. At that moment, a nurse came in. The nurse saw her struggling to get up and rushed over to her.

"Miss Song, please don't cause any more trouble. You just had an operation, so the wound will open up easily."

"Surgery? What surgery?"

"Heart surgery, of course."

Heart replacement surgery?

Why did she do it when she didn't have a heart attack?

"Miss Song, please lie down first. I'll help you change the medicine."

The nurse began to get busy. Song Wanqing was still in a state of shock.

It was one thing for her to be kidnapped to that strange place, but now that she finally got to a place that looked normal, the nurse actually told her that she had a heart transplant.

The news was too shocking for her to accept.

"Tell me clearly, why did I have a heart transplant? I don't have a heart attack."

"Miss Song, have you forgotten? You promised to give your heart to Second Miss Song. "Speaking of which, I really admire you. You actually sacrificed so much to save your sister."

"What?"

"Alright, the medicine has already been changed. Miss Song, it's best if you take a good rest." This wound will be sewn up for a short period of time. Don't move it too much, it won't be easy to solve the problem. "

Before Song Wanqing could ask further, the nurse had already left the ward.

At this moment, Song Wanqing was still in shock and couldn't recover from her shock for a long time.

It was already the second day since Song Wanqing had cleared her mind.

The nurse came to change her medicine early in the morning. She seized the opportunity to ask the nurse, "Nurse, what kind of hospital is this? How did I get here?"

"This is the First Hospital, you were brought here by Doctor Mo."

Doctor Mo?

First Hospital's Doctor Mo? Could it be Mo Chengfeng?