Ling Yu knew that Feng Yu had a heart of stone. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I hope you won't regret it!"

"I won't regret it!"

Regret? Why should he regret it?

Let An Lan transplant a kidney to Mai Linlin to give her a chance to atone for her sins!

That woman who has done many evil things will not even spare a dog, so let her sacrifice her life to make up for the mistakes she has committed.

Feng Yu picked up the phone, dialed Mo Yan's cell phone, and said in a deep voice: "Bring An Lan to the hospital immediately."

An Lan had already prepared for the surgery.

So when Mo Yan came to the door, she followed him to the hospital without saying a word.

However, before she had the surgery, there was one very important thing to do.

After a series of examinations, An Lan was sent back to the ward to wait for the transplant. She asked Mo Yan to help convey her desire to see Feng Yu.

A moment later, Feng Yu pushed open the door and walked in with a cold expression on his face, and exuded a formidable aura.

An Lan looked at him calmly and said softly: "Mr. Feng, before I do the transplant operation, can you promise me one thing?"

"dream!"

"What should I do so that you can promise me?"

Feng Yu snorted coldly, stared at her sharply, and said in a deep voice: "You killed Pudding and caused Linlin to be frightened. How do you think you should make up for your mistake?"

An Lan understood, lifted the quilt and got down, knelt down in front of Feng Yu and said, "Mr. Feng, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

She admitted her mistake straightforwardly, but to Feng Yu's surprise, he raised his eyebrows and pinched her chin.

"Do you think I will forgive you if you do this?"

An Lan still looked calm, stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the face, and a crisp sound resounded in the ward!

After a while, her cheeks became red and swollen, but she did not stop.

"That's enough!" Feng Yu shouted coldly, looking at her with an uncertain expression.

His face was burning with pain and his mouth was full of the smell of blood, but An Lan didn't even blink and asked, "Mr. Feng, have you calmed down? Now, can we talk about that matter?"

"You want me to let An Zhongjie go?"

"yes."

Feng Yu laughed coldly, with a look of disdain on his face, "An Lan, are you qualified to make demands on me?"

"No." An Lan shook his head slowly and said softly: "My life, everything about me is in your hands. I can't resist anything you say. If you ask me to die, I will not hesitate."

"But, I beg you... please agree to this request before I die. I just want my brother to leave alive, please!"

An Lan said, leaning down and knocking his head on the ground, making a muffled sound.

Feng Yu looked at her groveling pleas coldly, but the irritation in his heart lingered. He squeezed her shoulders suddenly and forced her to raise her head and look at him.

"An Lan, don't think about dying to avoid your guilt! You owe me what you owe me, and you won't be able to pay it off in this lifetime! As long as you dare to die, your brother will definitely live in hell, and the pain will be a hundred times and a thousand times more painful than now!"

An Lan's body trembled, and she raised her eyes to look at Feng Yu, with a bitter curve on her lips, and asked: "Why? Is even death a luxury for me now?"

"Yes! I'm warning you, live well! No one has ever been able to snatch someone away from me, Feng Yu, not even the God of Death!"

After Feng Yu finished speaking, he stood up, slammed the door and left.

Death is easier said than done!

The person Feng Yu wants to keep will definitely not let her die a second earlier!

Besides, the person who performed the surgery this time was Ling Yu, an internationally renowned surgical master. How could he ruin his reputation?

He said that the survival rate of surgery is 5%!

Even if it is 1%, she will live. For her brother, she will never die easily!

An Lan watched Feng Yu's leaving figure, her whole body limp on the ground, tears streaked down her cheeks, it was very painful...

But these pains were not even one percent of the pain in her heart.

After eight years of love, I still paid for it wrongly!

He was a man with a heart of stone and a man who believed in his own way. He never softened his heart for anyone and never wavered in his views.

She is no exception.

In fact, she should have seen through it long ago.

However, her heart still hurts so much. Why did she fall in love with such a cold-blooded man?

...

An Lan and Mai Linlin's surgeries were performed at the same time. In addition to Ling Yu, his teacher was also the surgeon.

Feng Yu stood at the door of the operating room, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers. He did not smoke, but stared at the door of the operating room.

Behind the smoke, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his cold eyes flashed with a bit of anxiety and eagerness, and his fingers were rubbing unconsciously, as if he was a bit nervous.

The waiting time was always slow and torturous. He didn't know how many cigarettes he lit and how many times he walked there. He just felt that the operation was too slow and too painful!

The moment the red light went out, he immediately rushed forward. Ling Yu walked out first, took off his mask, and said solemnly: "The transplant operation was successful, but..."

"But what..."

Feng Yu's heart jumped suddenly and his eyes were fixed on Ling Yu's face.
Chapter completed!