Chapter 2 How could it be her?

“What did you say!"

Song Ci's voice grew sharper, "Mu Qiu, this joke is not funny."

Mu Qiu sympathized with Song Ci, "Sister, you are so stupid."

Mu Qiu said, "In fact, the fire was not an accident. Back then, my illness worsened, and I couldn't find a matching heart. Dad had no choice but to give Song Fei's heart to me. She was a vegetable anyway. She won't wake up. In order not to leave any evidence, Dad set off a fire in the middle of the night to destroy Song Fei's body..."

Hearing Mu Qiu's words, Song Ci's head throbbed. Her strength was zapped in an instant. Even just standing felt unsteady.

Her sister was killed by them?

Remembering Mu Qiu's pristine appearance that day and thinking of her sister's innocent and tragic death, Song Ci felt a sense of rage bubbling within her.

"Die!"

Song Ci picked up the vase on the table behind her, wanting to slam it on Mu Qiu's head. Just as she lifted the vase, before she could throw it, a strong hand grabbed her wrist.

She could feel a bruise starting to form on her wrist.

Song Ci turned her head angrily, a shadow seared into her scarlet eyes.

Mu Mian stood behind Song Ci. The handsome and gentle face no longer had the amiableness of the past in Song Ci’s eye. Instead, it looked abominable.

"Song Ci, give me the vase." Mu Mian said with a dark tone, a strong warning behind it.

Seeing Mu Mian and thinking of Mu Mian's care and dedication to her over the past ten years, Song Ci felt aggrieved and also pained. Tears burst from her eyes. Clenching her fists, Song Ci questioned Mu Mian, "Is what Mu Qiu said all true?"

Mu Mian glanced at Mu Qiu on the bed.

Mu Qiu calmly told Mu Mian, "Dad, I’ve already told her everything."

Mu Mian frowned, as if blaming Mu Qiu for rashly taking matters into her own hands. Feeling the wrist in his hand struggling, Mu Mian's gaze fell on Song Ci's face again.

Staring at Song Ci's teary face, Mu Mian's lips trembled.

Afterall, she was a child he had raised for nearly 20 years. Mu Mian also had some affection for her. But once he thought about how his own daughter would die if her heart was not switched, Mu Mian's heart hardened again.

Mu Mian and his wife Du Ting-Ting have only this one daughter. His wife passed away seven years ago, and Mu Qiu is his only progeny.

He could not lose his only relative again.

"Sorry, Song Ci, I can't watch Qiu'er die."

Once these words blurted out of Mu Mian's mouth, the vase in Song Ci's hand fell to the ground, shattering into a million pieces.

Song Ci roared, "Your daughter need to live, so my sister should die?"

Mu Mian defended in a low voice, "She is a vegetable. The doctor also judged that she won't wake up..."

"So you can dissect her living body and dig out her heart!"

Mu Mian remained silent.

He had nothing to say. It was all facts.

Song Ci looked at Mu Mian with resentment in her eyes. She grinned sarcastically, touched her chest, and asked Mu Mian with tears, "So now, you have to take my heart to save Mu Qiu, right? "

Mu Mian lowered his head, and after a while, he squeezed out, "I'm sorry..."

Mu Mian's apology made Song Ci’s heart cold.

So, what Mu Qiu said was true. Mu Mian really wanted to take her heart to save his own daughter. Her sister was also killed by Mu Mian!

Song Ci suddenly thought of something.

When she was 20 years old, Mu Mian was very interested in organ donation for some time. He even went to the Wangdong city’s Red Cross to get more information about it and came back with an application form to pledge to donate his organs after death.

Song Ci accidentally saw Mu Mian's application form on his desk.

Song Ci experienced a major earthquake and was rescued by soldiers. Later, she was fortunate enough to be adopted by the Mu family. Song Ci had always lived with a grateful heart. She had always wanted to contribute to society in some way. Thus, after seeing the organ donation application form on Mu Mian's desk, Song Ci also thought about donating her organs.

Later, she did go to get a form, requesting that all her organs be donated after death to save the lives of others.

Thinking about it now, was Mu Mian such a righteous and selfless person? That was just Mu Mian's trick to lure her into signing an organ donation form in order to successfully take her heart and perform surgery on Mu Qiu after her death!

After thinking through everything, Song Ci's felt like a knife was stabbed through her heart. A mouthful of blood spat out from her mouth on the spot.

Song Ci staggered backwards twice. Leaning her back against the wall and looking up at Mu Mian, her whole body was wrapped in a layer of hostility, "Mu Mian, Mu Qiu, you will receive retribution!"

Song Ci swore, feeling not resigned, "Even if I die, even if I turn into a ghost, I will hunt you down to pay for my life!"

Mu Mian frowned. His hands shot out swiftly and knocked Song Ci out.

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Four days later

"Mr. Han, your eyes had just undergone cornea transplant surgery and are unable to adapt to harsh lighting. Please open your eyes slowly."

Hearing the director’s sincere warning, Han Zhan nodded slightly.

The man's curled eyelashes first trembled a few times, before his eyes slowly opened. It was a pair of grey-blue eyes. The blue centre was juxtaposed with the grey-blue radial rays of varying shades. His pupils were clear and intoxicating, like a whirlpool with no end in sight, causing people to get lost within them.

Han Zhan stared at the orange-red bush lily on the windowsill in the ward. For the past year, all he could see was darkness. After finally regaining his vision, Han Zhan felt a little lost looking at this colourful world.

Seeing Han Zhan dazing at the windowsill with an expression that was not happy, not sad, the director showed a trace of worry on his face. He held his breath and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Han, you still... can't see anything?"

Han Zhan shook his head, "No, I can see it." In fact, his vision was even better than before he was injured and became blind.

After confirming that the operation was successful, the director left with peace of mind.

Just as the director walked away, Li Li pushed the door in. "The operation was a success. Congratulations to the boss for seeing the light again."

Han Zhan asked directly, "What about the information?"

"Here." Li Li handed the information packet to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan lowered his head to open the information packet and heard Li Li say, "According to the investigation, the person who donated your cornea was a woman. Her name is Song Ci, 32 years old, from Wangdong city. She died three days ago. Cause of death, car accident. Because she had signed a body organ donation pledge when she was still alive, her cornea was able to be used by you."

After speaking, Li Li realized that something was wrong with the boss’s expression.

Li Li was a little surprised. He stopped talking, looked at Han Zhan and asked in confusion, "What's the matter? Boss?"

Han Zhan finally raised his head. He stared at Li Li, and he questioned every word, "What's her name?"

Li Li replied uncertainly, "Song Ci."

Han Zhan's heart suddenly felt a dull ache.

How could it be her?

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