The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Duan Xishen blinked his eyelashes, and his whole body was freed from the terrible stiff state. He stood still, looking greedily, and his dark peach blossom eyes were full of light. "She's dead." Duan Xi frowned deeply and looked at Gu Xinguo, "Grandpa, look at the video, she is really fine." The muscles on Gu Xinguo's face trembled slightly.
Duan Xishen blinked his eyelashes, and his whole body was freed from the terrible stiff state. He stood still, looking greedily, and his dark peach blossom eyes were full of light.
He looked at the old man who was still sitting on the ground, and his expression softened.
"Old man, you remembered it wrongly. She's fine. Let's go find her."
The man pushed the wheelchair and was about to go out.
Beside my ears, I could hear Gu Xinguo's voice, so hoarse that I could hardly hear what he said.
"She's dead."
Duan Xi frowned deeply and looked at Gu Xinguo, "Grandpa, look at the video, she is really fine."
The muscles on Gu Xinguo's face trembled slightly.
"When you were rescued, you were fine, and you were fine all the way to the hospital, but... who made you need a liver?"
Duan Xishen's eyes widened.
He looked at Gu Xinguo in disbelief, his hands trembling as he slowly touched his abdomen, where his liver was.
Missing a liver...
Just missing a liver...
He laughed, "No."
It can't be such a coincidence.
Is Yun Shenshen's liver a perfect match for his?
"And…why would she do that?"
Gu Xinguo looked at Duan Xishen and opened his lips. "Maybe... he deserved it?"
Duan Xishen's eyes turned red almost instantly.
"No..."
That's not the case! ...
"No, you're lying. Even if it's just the liver, half is enough."
"After she had just given birth and was injured... took her normal liver?"
Duan Xishen's eyes suddenly froze.
Body stiffness.
It took more than a minute.
The man suddenly bent down, facing his knees, and hugged his head with his hands.
Not like that!
It’s not like that!!
He ran his fingers through his hair, his fingertips white.
"That's not the case... You won't die..."
Gu Xinguo looked at Duan Xishen and smiled.
"So I'm not the only one in pain? That's good..."
The old man's lips trembled.
"My daughter, my granddaughter, are all dead..."
He supported himself on the ground with his hands, stood up, and staggered out.
"My daughter and granddaughter are both dead... all gone, dust to dust, the old sending off the young... how could they leave so early?"
His body shook, and his voice became tearful.
"They're all dead."
The old man with gray hair started to cry.
"They're all dead... My dear daughter is dead..."
Wen Baofang's tears welled up in his eyes, and the moisture stained the lenses.
He squatted down and held his head.
Dead...
How could he die?
Even Shen Shen's daughter died.
He covered his face with his hands.
His shoulders trembled slightly.
The old professor wiped his face.
"That's good, that's good... that's good... She's such a clear-headed person, she's not suitable for this place, that's good."
As he spoke, the old professor covered his eyes.
His most admired student.
He had met the most talented students in his life.
It turns out he left early.
The man couldn't help but shed tears.
"She could win the Nobel Prize. She could amaze an entire generation..."
Countless regrets and countless sobs are condensed in this sentence.
Duan Xi was bent over deeply.
Muscles tense.
Just sit there all the time.
The old professor was the first to recover his mood. He returned to the place where Duan Xishen had been before, picked up the photos one by one, and brushed off the dust on the photos with his hands.
Put it away carefully.