Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

In order to find something to do with his heart, Pei Tingfeng delayed for a long time before returning to the office.

His cell phone showed more than a dozen missed calls. Pei Tingfeng swayed, and his heart, which had not yet recovered from the intense surgery, began to ache.

There are also several unread text messages.

Pei Tingfeng didn't dare to think about what it meant to make so many calls and send several text messages at different times.

He reached for it tremblingly, but his cold fingers were uncontrollable, and he failed to open the lock several times.

For a moment, Pei Tingfeng's blood ran cold all over his body, and he opened the door and walked out.

Fortunately, at this time, another call came from the other side. Pei Tingfeng answered with a trembling voice: "How is he?"

Nursing worker: "You finally answered the phone! Mr. Shao fainted from pain this morning, but there was no danger. Don't worry."

Pei Tingfeng walked all the way, losing half of his life. He opened the door and saw that Yun Chen was still lying on the bed. The pain like a knife and the severe fear were slightly relieved.

The young man is getting thinner and thinner, and there is a purple bruise on his left eyelid.

The straps of the oxygen mask were relatively soft, but they also left deep marks on his cheeks.

The white mist from his breathing gathered and dispersed. Yun Chen tilted his head to one side and closed his eyes. The pain relief pump was replaced with more expensive and more effective drugs, which allowed him to maintain sleep.

Pei Tingfeng came over and knelt beside the bed: "Yun Chen, I'm sorry..."

The nurse left quickly, and the evening breeze blew the soft curtains, making no sound.

The sad cries made Yun Chen regain a little consciousness, and he vaguely thought it was the days and nights he spent with Pei Tingfeng.

Pei Tingfeng's hand felt uncomfortable, and he was going to get medicine to apply to his wrist.

Yun Chen reached out to touch the non-existent cabinet at the bedside. The amplitude was very small, but Pei Tingfeng, who had experienced heartache, quickly recognized his movements.

He quickly held Yun Chen's hand and stopped his crying.

Yun Chen still woke up.

After he saw Pei Tingfeng clearly, he turned his head and pulled his hand back.

Pei Tingfeng quickly let go of him and said in a soft voice: "Don't be angry when I leave. I'll leave right now and never appear in front of you again..."

He took two steps outside, but suddenly heard Yun Chen's voice calling him.

Pei Tingfeng thought he heard wrongly until Yun Chen called out again: "Pei Tingfeng."

Pei Tingfeng immediately turned back, half-kneeling by the bed and looking at him nervously: "Yun Chen, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Yun Chen: "Surgery, Youyou, how, how about it?"

Pei Tingfeng was slightly startled when he heard this, and quickly realized that he might have contacted Shao Weishan, so he replied: "It's very successful. She will be able to go back to school soon."

The bruise on Yun Chen's left eye was like a stone. It was difficult to even open his eyes, and he said with difficulty: "Pei Tingfeng, no, don't, lie to me."

Pei Tingfeng was pierced by these words, and felt sour in his heart.

Wasn't it because I was too selfish that I used lies to make him look like this?

Pei Tingfeng's straight back was slumped a lot, and he didn't dare to hide anything from Yun Chen: "Youyou's life is not in danger for the time being, but he needs a new heart. Aunt Shen Li failed to match the heart, and Youyou's biological father is unwilling to come..."

Yun Chen was obviously anxious. He moved uneasily and said, "Here, let me do the matching."

Pei Tingfeng was stunned for a moment, but soon became less worried.

Yun Chen and he were not biological siblings, and the probability of a successful match was very slim. So he simply followed his words and agreed: "I will help you with the match. But if you want to donate your heart, you must rest well and eat well."

Yun Chen listened and immediately stopped moving.

Pei Tingfeng's heart ached secretly, and he didn't dare to think about taking out his heart by himself, but fortunately, the matching would not be successful.

Definitely not going to work.

He looked at Yun Chen's monitor carefully, then replaced the oxygen mask with a less strangulating nasal oxygen tube, hugged the person up, and said gently: "Have you eaten anything tonight?"

Yun Chen didn't say anything, and Pei Tingfeng knew the answer and asked the nurse to cook porridge and deliver it.

Yun Chen ate a lot more than usual and regained some strength. He took the initiative to ask Pei Tingfeng: "If it succeeds, can I donate my heart?"

Pei Tingfeng wanted him to eat more, so he obeyed him and said, "Okay, your heart is very healthy."

Yun Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but his arms were weak. Pei Tingfeng immediately brought a bowl to feed him.

Late at night, Pei Tingfeng coaxed Yun Chen to sleep, then warmed his hands, picked him up and rubbed his belly.

Yun Chen couldn't get out of bed, and he was too proud to ask the nurse for help. Fortunately, Pei Tingfeng understood this and helped him clean up while he was asleep without letting him see it at all.

Pei Tingfeng waited for his bulging belly to flatten out a little before he went to pack the changing pad on the bed, cleaned it as quickly as possible and put on a new one.

The smell of hospital medicine quickly covered everything up, and Pei Tingfeng took the person into his arms and spent what should have been an extremely difficult night.

The next morning, Pei Tingfeng got up early again, cleaned everything up, and then woke up Yun Chen.

Yun Chen was groggy and lacked energy, but he was still thinking about the match: "Youyou..."

Pei Tingfeng hugged him up and said, "The doctor who draws your blood hasn't come yet, so please eat first."

Yun Chen just woke up and lost strength after eating a few mouthfuls. Just as he was about to push it away, Pei Tingfeng said again: "The nutrient solution cannot nourish your heart, so you have to eat more."

Sure enough, the young man was slightly startled and opened his mouth obediently.

Pei Tingfeng didn't really tire him, so he fed him a few mouthfuls and then stopped, adjusting the oxygen flow rate to let him rest.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the doctor came and took two tubes of blood from Yun Chen's arm.

The results came out at night.

Before this, Pei Tingfeng didn't take this matter to heart. He just wanted to use this to let Yun Chen eat more food and increase his physical strength.

Although there is no way to save it, only in this way can more effective analgesics be used later.

If Yun Chen could resist the medicine, he might be able to be pushed out for a walk, and go where he wanted to go at the last moment of his life...

But Pei Tingfeng froze when he received the call.

Matching.

Successful.