At the mont Ye Feng closed the door, the previously languid and slightly weary Nancy suddenly beca lively. He opened his suitcase and took out his computer.
Once the computer was turned on, a middle-aged foreign man in a white coat appeared on the screen, inquiring about Nancy’s physical condition.
Facing the screen, Nancy pleaded, "Dr. Frank, are you really unwilling to tell who donated the heart to ?"
Dr. Frank shook his head with difficulty, "This is the patient’s last wish, and we must honor it."
Nancy cursed under his breath, "Dr. Frank, it’s been four years. I’m asking you for the last ti, can you tell who it was? Even just a na..."
"Mr. Nan, I must adhere to dical ethics..." The foreign doctor sighed lightly, "Perhaps, one day, you will find out who donated the heart to you."
Frank shook his head, and both sides fell into silence for a while until Nancy turned off the computer.
Who was it? Over these four years, two vague figures always appeared in his mind. Stories that didn’t belong to him would often linger around him.
The heart he’d received would always throb in his mind during such monts.
This feeling was exactly the sa as when he first t Xia Qingqian. And he only wanted to do sothing for the heart’s owner, like for the woman he left behind. Nancy wondered if the heart’s owner couldn’t let go of so things and people in this world; perhaps that’s why he left the heart behind, so those he cared about could feel his presence.
Xia Qingqian...
This feeling was so familiar, yet so strange.
Where did sothing go wrong?
No way... Since he experienced that post-surgery heartache and lancholy from Xia Qingqian, he absolutely wouldn’t give up the search for answers.
If Frank couldn’t provide an answer, he couldn’t pin his hopes on one single lead. He must seek answers from other places.
Xia Qingqian sat in the car, quietly observing the Young Master’s expression. She was always afraid of him being stern.
She didn’t dare to speak randomly before the Young Master did.
Inside the car, the silence was making Xia Qingqian a bit restless, her heart also thumping.
However, in the next mont, recalling the courteous encounter with Nancy at the airport, she relaxed against the seat back.
Truly, fate plays cruel tricks. She had waited four years for Brother Zhenyu. A man she t at the airport looked exactly like Brother Zhenyu, yet he wasn’t him.
Nancy didn’t recognize her at all; there was no connection.
"Young Master, did Mr. Nan grow up in an orphanage?" She summoned her courage to ask Beitang Yao, who was driving, as a strong current surged within her.
Beitang Yao drove quietly, nodding slightly, "Ye Feng told you everything?" as if she was desperately holding onto sothing.
He knew that what this woman thought and said were completely different things.
"I’m just confirming so things." She spoke sincerely this ti.
"Did you confirm it?" Beitang Yao’s indifferent tone drifted in the car.
Xia Qingqian contemplated for a mont, then continued, "When did Mr. Nan get taken back by the old man?" The timing was crucial.
"At the age of seven." Beitang Yao was sparing with his words.
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