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Chapter 80 Strategizing for her (3)
Jiang Xiachu was still silent, his eyes were dull and gradually became lax.

Qin Xiyuan held her shoulder and shook her: "Jiang Xiachu, say something, tell me, what happened to Yi Chen?"

The woman went crazy, screaming, screaming, crying, and even dying.

When Jiang Xia was insane at the beginning, it was the quietest time.

No words, no crying, no fuss.

Qin Xiyuan let go, and fell limply to the ground.

After a moment of silence, suddenly, a clear voice remembered: "Yi Chen."

Jiang Xiachu's voice, she was calling him, just like before.

"Yi Chen."

You'll hear it, she didn't dare to tremble with such a clear voice.

He said that when he was in trouble, she called his name, and she kept her promise.

"Yi Chen."

Jiang Xiachu repeated invariably, but Qin Xiyuan stumbled to her feet on the ground, the corners of her mouth were pale: "It's never been like this, twice in a row, his heart can't take it, this time..." She looked at Jiang Xiachu's side face , eyes blurred, trembling voice choked, "Xia Chu, is he leaving?"

Jiang Xiachu turned his head suddenly, then shook his head: "No." Then he continued to look at the glass window, opening and closing the corners of his lips in a small arc, "He promised me."

She still didn't believe in oaths, or even miracles, and she still believed in Qi Yichen.

Opening his lips, he continued to shout: "Yi Chen,"

One after another, her cold and charming voice floated back and forth in the long and quiet corridor.

Over and over again.

"Yi Chen."

"..."

"by--"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the door of the operating room opened suddenly.

This was the shortest rescue, and those who waited were uneasy and even dared not move forward.

Jiang Xia opened her lips at the beginning, but she couldn't open her mouth.Looking into the operating room, I saw only a white curtain, my palms were clenched, and I was sweating coldly.

Qi Minghai pinched the end of his cigarette, his gloomy face grew older for some reason: "Doctor Zhang, how is Yi Chen?"

Jiang Xiachu couldn't hear the sound, only saw the corners of the man's lips opening and closing, and pieced together a sentence: "The cardiac resuscitation operation failed."

Jiang Xiachu's hand holding the doorknob suddenly let go.It was an abyss, and she was sinking.

Qi Minghai staggered a few steps, hooked his back, and trembled violently as he caressed the wall.

With a pale face, Qin Xiyuan stood up abruptly, grabbed the doctor's white robe, and growled in a hoarse voice: "Then continue, don't come out, don't leave Yi Chen inside alone."

Doctor Zhang looked into Qin Xiyuan's panicked eyes, and said in a low voice, "Doctor Qin, we did our best."

As a doctor, Qin Xiyuan knew what this sentence meant.That man would probably never open his eyes again, looked at her and smiled, her eyes went dark, and she was powerless to tear it apart.

"Don't say such things, please, go and save my child, save him."

"Don't give up on Yi Chen, isn't he still alive?"

"He's still lying there, still warm. Do you want me to watch him die?"

"Save him, save my child."

"..."

No matter how unjust and ruthless the director of the supervisory department is, he is just a sad and pleading father, with tears all over his face, and he has been old for a long time.

After the roar, the whole world was full of sorrow, and the tears were still wet, but I heard: "Uncle, I'm sorry."

Qi Minghai sat slumped on the ground, choked with tears.

"Go and see him again, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive these few days." The attending physician gave the final verdict with a desolate expression, cruel and helpless.

The voice fell, but no one moved.

The most powerless thing in the world is not life and death, but farewell.

For a long time, tears gathered into a meandering line, only Jiang Xiachu, from the beginning to the end, there was not a single tear in her cold eyes.

She doesn't cry, just say goodbye, not forever.But he no longer believed in the agreement that night.

Amidst the sobs, Yoyo said, "Yi Chen, you broke your promise."

After she finished speaking, she stumbled into the operating room.

Didn't it mean that if she called him, he would not leave?He left her to say goodbye.

It's so cold tonight!

Zuo Cheng leaned lazily, wearing a gray and white checkered hospital gown, but he wore a noble aura.With a pillow on the back of his hand with clear veins, he fiddled with the pen in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at the uninvited guest at the door: "I don't remember any friendship between me and Chief Prosecutor Qi."

Qi Minghai staggered a little, with the indelible exhaustion between his brows, he took a few steps closer, and sneered: "I was negligent, and I didn't know that the person I've been looking for is someone from your left family."

Qi Minghai searched for the SBM Heart Research Institute in the United States for more than ten years, but he didn't know that SBM was affiliated with Zuo's.

Zuo Cheng only half-smiles, can't deny it.

Qi Minghai calmed down a little, and cut straight to the point: "You know the purpose of my coming."

The pen in his hand twirled, and he raised his eyes: "I know." The ending was drawn out, and he asked, "So?" It seemed to be careless.

Qi Minghai pondered for a while with his eyes down, then raised his lips, and said with difficulty: "Save my son, the heart transplant surgery in the United States is his only way out."

This was probably the only time in Qi Minghai's life that he begged for help regardless of his dignity.This is indeed Zuo Cheng's begging for mercy that he has heard countless times, and it is his usual style to turn a blind eye. The corners of his lips slanted: "What does it have to do with me?"

Qi Minghai's eyes were ups and downs, as if he was struggling, and his dry voice hoarsed and trembled every word: "I beg you, please." He lowered his head, put down all his high gestures, and begged, "Help my son, that's him!" The only way out."

A star in the political world who wants to get wind and rain like rain, no matter how high his head is, how much tolerance he has now.Zuo Cheng was lukewarm: "That's your business." There was a cold and charming arc on his lips, "The chief prosecutor knows me best, doesn't he? I, Zuo Cheng, am not a philanthropist."

Indeed, it is rumored that he kills like hemp and regards human life as worthless. Qi Minghai has never doubted this rumor, but this habit of killing men is now the only life-saving straw. Even if the possibility is one in ten thousand, he will not hesitate to pay .

"As long as you can save him, I can let go of Zuo's case, and I can agree to any request."

Zuo Cheng is not a philanthropist, but a businessman, so he took out the bargaining chip without reservation.

Zuo Cheng's eyes as dark as ink pools narrowed slightly, and he sneered, "You don't need to agree, Zuo Shi, you can't move." He tapped the pen in his hand lightly with his fingertips, once and for all.

Such arrogance and unruly, looking down on the world, this is Zuocheng.

Qi Minghai was speechless, his only bargaining chip was so worthless in the eyes of Zuo Cheng, he had no choice but to retreat: "What do you want from me?"

(End of this chapter)