The man used his fingers to press hard on her heart.
"One heart, thirty million."
He clicked his tongue and said, "The price back then was not low."
Song Xiang was confused and didn't understand what he was talking about.
"That woman was very lucky. When her organs failed, she could still take off someone else's and replace them with hers."
Song Xiang's heart was shaken. When he heard organ failure, he knew what it meant.
"You understand, right?" he asked.
Song Xiang could not speak.
"I don't remember exactly how old I was at that time. I just remember that I was in poor health at that time and often went to the hospital. God is so strange that I have a heart disease, but my mother's heart is so healthy, so healthy that people covet it."
Song Xiang thought about it and roughly understood what he wanted to express.
Impossible, Nanqing has never had a heart transplant.
He must have made a mistake.
She wanted to open her eyes so much that she took a deep breath and opened her eyelids.
Suddenly she saw light, which made her eyes dazzle.
A hand stretched out to block the light for her.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, turned his face with difficulty, and faced a pale face.
He had bruises under his eyes and purple lips, and he looked like a seriously ill person.
Song Xiang opened his mouth, "You..."
"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."
In this situation, he could still act like a good brother.
Song Xiang was speechless, so he took the initiative and said: "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and we are on the Luobu River on the edge of Xiaodongzhou."
"Dad, Yan..."
"Don't worry, they are probably looking for you. It won't be long before you can see them."
Song Xiang looked pained and shook his head, "What on earth..." do you want to do.
I wouldn't do so much just to touch her.
Before, he had countless opportunities to kill her, even Rong Boye, but he has been hiding it until today. He must have other purposes.
"My mother, no..."
I have never had a transplant!
Although she has never met Nan Qing, she has read a lot of Nan Qing's writings. She can guarantee that even if Rong Boye really takes a healthy heart back, Nan Qing will not take it.
"She has indeed never had a transplant." Chu Xun said calmly.
Song Xiang frowned.
"But my mother's heart is really gone." Chu Xun put down the hand that was shielding her, adjusted his posture, and lay flat on his back looking at the ceiling, "So someone must take responsibility for the mistake."
Who is.
"Don't worry, that person is not important to you. Even if he dies in front of you, you won't feel sad."
"Of course." He changed the subject and added, "You also made mistakes and you should be punished."
Listening to his faint tone, Song Xiang felt that there was a wet corpse lying next to him, with its mouth opened mechanically, which made people both frightened and disgusted.
"Have a rest for a while. The river view will be particularly beautiful at night."
How could Song Xiang be able to sleep? The drug reaction gradually weakened and her thoughts became clearer.
Turning her face sideways, the faint sunlight peeked in from the outside, and the scene she saw in the rearview mirror flashed through her mind.
Severe cold, he must be crazy with anxiety.
I just came out of the rain forest and encountered this kind of thing.
For God's sake, this bastard, can't you play with someone else?
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a violent vibration.
Song Xiang was startled and turned around to look at Chu Xun.
Chu Xun looked impatient and pushed himself up. After waiting for a while, someone came outside to report.
"What's going on?"
"Sir, a passenger ship collided with us. It's not serious."
Song Xiang was relieved at first, then a little disappointed.