Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci twisted his eyebrows slightly, "I'll go over and take a look."

"Together." Yan Jiang put on his hat and followed Song Ci across the road.

As soon as Song Ci approached them, he heard Mu Qiu's friend ask Mu Qiu in a worried tone: "Qiu'er, is it still uncomfortable? Hold on, we have called an ambulance."

Hearing this, Song Ci's heart burst. She walked quickly around in front of Mu Qiu.

"What happened to her in autumn?"

Mu Qiu's friend also recognized Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci came, she quickly handed Mu Qiu to Song Ci, panicking. "Sister Song Ci, Qiu suddenly said that her chest hurts, she can't even straighten her waist, and her face hurts and sweats!"

Before Song Ci's outstretched hands could hold Mu Qiu's arm, Mu Qiu slipped weakly to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Autumn!"

"Autumn!"

The scene was panicked.

"Let me see." Yan Jiang stuffed the anatomy book into Song Ci's arms and squatted down to check Mu Qiu's condition.

"She has a myocardial infarction!" Yan Jiang shouted: "Call the ambulance, Mu Qiu must first aid for myocardial infarction." After speaking, Yan Jiang began to give Mu Qiu a CPR.

Song Ci held the anatomy book and stared blankly at Mu Qiu, who was lying on the ground in precarious life, his mind went blank.

After a while, Song Ci heard the voices of people around and the sound of cars on the road.

Mu Qiu has a heart attack!

Just like the plot in the dream, one night in the summer of 2020, Mu Qiu got sick!

It was not until he was in the ambulance and rushed to the hospital that Song Ci gradually recovered his sanity. She glanced at Yan Jiang beside her and asked him, "What's wrong with Mu Qiu?"

Yan Jiang frowned slightly, and his tone became solemn, "Your sister's heart, there should be a problem."

Song Ci's breathing became thick and heavy, and the dark pictures in the dream swept over, and the temperature of Song Ci's whole body gradually faded, feeling a little cold.

When he arrived at the hospital, Mu Qiu was pushed into the emergency room. Yan Jiang saw that the hospital was crowded and did not want to attract attention. When Mu Mian and his wife arrived, he secretly left the hospital.

After rescue, Mu Qiu was temporarily out of danger.

Afterwards, the doctor told Mu Mian that Mu Qiuneng was alive thanks to the person who gave her the first heart resuscitation.

Hearing this, Du Tingting grabbed Song Ci's hand and said to her: "Song Song, please invite Yan Jiang to come to the house for a meal someday. We have to thank him."

Mu Mian also said to the side: "Yes, if it wasn't for Yan Jiang, Qiu'er might be gone." When Mu Qiu was born, he was diagnosed with congenital heart disease, but he never had an attack.

Ping An grew up to 20 years old, Mu Mian and the others thought that Mu Qiu's illness was cured, but at this juncture, they fell down.

If Song Ci and Yan Jiang weren't there, Mu Qiu would definitely be gone.

I am really grateful to Yan Jiang, Du Tingting and Mu Mian.

Song Ci calmly took his hand out of Du Tingting's palm. "Let's talk about it." Her tone was rather cold, but the Mu Mian couple, who were all on Mu Qiu's body, didn't notice it.

That night, Mu Qiu was pushed for many inspections. Before the results of the inspections came out, the Mu Mian and his wife hadn't closed their eyes overnight. Song Ci did not sleep either. She was not worried that Mu Qiu could not sleep, but that Song Fei would suffer from insomnia.

The next morning, when all the inspection reports came out, Song Ci and Mu Mian went to see Mu Qiu's attending doctor as soon as possible.

The doctor had already read Mu Qiu's examination report, and when he saw Mu Mian and his wife, his expression was very heavy. "Your daughter's heart disease has changed. Her heart failure is very fast. I checked her last night and found that she still has ventricular aneurysm."

With a sound, the doctor scanned the reaction of Mr. and Mrs. Mu Mian.

Seeing Du Tingting's eye circles suddenly red, the doctor sighed silently before saying in a deep voice, "She is not optimistic now. If she is not treated as soon as possible, myocardial infarction may occur at any time in the later period. The situation like last night must be It will happen, but not every time an illness occurs, a professional who understands medicine can help."

Upon hearing this, Mu Mian, who had always been steady, became anxious, "Doctor, how should I treat it now? We have money, and you can use any treatment for Qiu'er!"

The doctor took a deep look at the couple and said, "It is best to have a heart transplant."

Du Tingting's face was pale. "Is there only one way? Is there no other treatment?" She said incoherently, "Our autumn is panda blood. Where can we find a suitable heart for her!"

The doctor was also helpless. He comforted Du Tingting: "Try to find it, the sooner the better. According to Mu Qiu's heart failure speed, she can only last for three to four months at most."

Du Tingting shook her body and almost fainted.

Mu Mian hurriedly hugged Du Tingting, his own expression also ugly.

Behind them, Song Ci was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, motionless.

Everything is exactly the same as in the dream! Song Ci was finally sure that it was not a dream, it was the tragic last life she had truly experienced!

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After Mu Qiu woke up and learned of his condition, he didn't know whether it was because of too much stimulation or excessive sadness. He didn't say a word, but just stared out the window in a daze.

When Du Tingting saw her daughter's appearance, she felt sad and ran out of the ward to cry secretly.

Mu Mianqiang resisted his grief and comforted Mu Qiu: "In autumn, my father will find a way to find a heart that suits you."

Mu Qiu was still young, afraid of death. When Mu Mian said this, Mu Qiu burst into tears. She covered her face with her hands, her body trembling and crying.

She cried, and Du Tingting outside the house also cried more fiercely.

Upon seeing this, Mu Mian's heart was broken. Mu Mian held Mu Qiu's shoulders with both hands, and choked up: "Qiu'er, don't cry, be good, my dad will save you if he says he will save you."

Mu Qiu plunged into Mu Mian's arms.

"Dad!" Mu Qiu cried with Mu Mian: "Dad, I don't want to die, Dad, you will definitely find the right heart, I will live on, won't you?"

Mu Mian pressed his right hand on Mu Qiu's head, shaking so hard. "for sure."

Song Ci watched this heartbreaking and moving scene silently, with red eyes. In the eyes of others, she was sad for Mu Qiu, but only she knew how angry she was at this moment.

She wished she could tear up the father and daughter in front of her, blood sacrifice to Song Fei and herself who had died tragically in the previous life!

How easy is it to find a heart that perfectly matches Mu Qiu in just a few months?

Furthermore, organs donated by volunteers have to be queued according to blood type. There are countless patients waiting for heart transplants across the country, and there must be patients with panda blood type among them.

Even if he really has a suitable heart, he should give priority to the patients in line in front of Mu Qiu.

When it's Mu Qiu's turn, will it be the year of the monkey?

If you want to save Mu Qiu, unless someone is willing to donate a heart to Mu Qiu.

But who is willing to give his heart to Mu Qiu?

Du Tingting?

Du Tingting is Mu Mian's sharp heart. He can't bear to speak loudly to Du Tingting. How can he be willing to kill Du Tingting?

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