When Mu Wan's condition relapsed, Wen Jinyang had just got off the plane to New York. Because he was always worried about Mu Wan's physical condition, he rarely went abroad for business trips.
This time he had no choice but to serve this time. As soon as he received the call, his face changed and he immediately asked his secretary to arrange for him to return to China.
Along the way, he wished he could appear in front of Mu Wan immediately. He hated himself for being more careful. She seemed to be very tired recently and was lazy, so he should have some sensation.
I only found out what would happen until the attack happened. I got off the plane and called Gao He, and told himself that his condition had stabilized.
He rushed to the hospital, Mu Wan was awake, and the little tiger was peeling oranges for her mother, and she sat softly leaning on the bed.
His body was almost exhausted for a moment, and when he saw her Anran's legs suddenly became weak.
"You are really back. Isn't this meeting very important?" Mu Wan sighed, "Actually, I'm pretty good, nothing happened."
"Follower." Wen Jinyang walked over and hugged her in his arms.
"Jinyang..." She patted his back gently, not really afraid of death, but was reluctant to part with him and the little tiger. She couldn't imagine that she was really leaving like this, what would happen to him and the little tiger if she was gone like this.
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When she was sick, she was confused. When her consciousness was lost little by little, she kept saying to herself that she could not leave like this, and that she could not leave like this. She had not seen Jinyang yet.
She couldn't just leave like this, she couldn't just leave without seeing Jinyang.
It is this belief that makes her persevere and she wants to survive.
So at this moment, she really burst into tears when she saw her.
Wen Jinyang was actually trembling all over. He was also afraid and fearful. At this moment, when he saw her, he just wanted to be grateful to God.
He went to see the doctor, and the doctor said in a very embarrassing way: "In this case, Mrs. Wen, I'm afraid that the surgery will not be possible. The only way is to have a suitable heart and undergo a heart-changing surgery."
Wen Jinyang's body cooled down. He had been looking for a suitable heart for the past two years, just because he was preparing.
Because he didn't know when Mu Wan's disease would attack.
"How long can she last?" Wen Jinyang asked.
"Now myocardial myoma has begun to worsen, for up to half a year, and it does not spread." The doctor replied.
"What does non-dispersive mean?" Wen Jinyang asked hurriedly.
"For example, spread to the lungs, spread to other livers." The doctor said tactfully.
Wen Jinyang's face turned pale and he clenched his fists.
"Mr. Wen, there is no need to be completely pessimistic now. Let's do conservative treatment first." Seeing him like this, the doctor hurriedly advised.
"Um"
Wen Jinyang returned to the ward again, and the little tiger was playing games with Mu Wan on a tablet.
Seeing him come in, Mu Wan raised her head and smiled at him: "Look, I finally beat your son in one game."
"So amazing." Wen Jinyang walked over, hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
"Yes, mom is so awesome."
The little tiger said hurriedly.
Mu Wan leaned in his arms and looked in a good mood.
The next day, Mu Wan wanted to be discharged from the hospital, but she thought the hospital smelled bad. She knew her condition, and it was useless even if she was in the hospital. Without a suitable heart, everything would be useless. So when Wen Jinyang finished talking to the doctor again, she
Put forward your idea of being discharged from the hospital.
Wen Jinyang frowned, obviously disagreed.
"Jinyang, I really want to stay at home. Can we be discharged from the hospital?" Mu Wan begged, "It's too boring here, I feel uncomfortable."