Chapter 2 The Kidney Transplant Surgery

M City's Blue Sky Central Hospital, the best hospital in M City. On a closed hospital bed lay a woman with a pale complexion. Her beautiful features and curvaceous figure, even with a sickly appearance, couldn't conceal her beauty. She looked at the man in a suit by her bedside, "Minghan gege, thank you. Jiao Jiao thought she was going to die." Zhao Minghan looked at the beauty before him and reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, "It's alright, we've found the most compatible kidney donor. You'll be fine." Li Jiao looked at the man before her, a flicker of triumph crossing her mind, "It's the greatest happiness in the world for Jiao Jiao to meet Minghan gege. However, if I have the surgery, it will leave scars. Will Minghan gege dislike Jiao Jiao?" Zhao Minghan hugged the beauty in his arms, "Don't worry, I'll have the best doctors treat you, and you won't be left with a single scar." Li Jiao actively kissed the man before her, then lowered her head and said charmingly, "Thank you, Minghan gege." Zhao Minghan felt encouraged, his lips curving into a more obvious smile, "Rest well, the surgery is scheduled for later." Li Jiao nodded. She had finally managed to tie herself to Zhao Minghan, the young master of the Zhao family, but unexpectedly developed kidney failure due to excessive consumption of various beauty and body-shaping products. Fortunately, she had managed to keep this young master of the Zhao family happy, and he was willing to spend a fortune to extend her life. Just then, a middle-aged doctor walked in, "Young Master Zhao, the patient on the other side is ready. Are you really going to transplant two kidneys for Miss today?" A double kidney transplant was not common. A person could live with one kidney, but without both, they would die. The young man who was brought in, if he truly gave both his kidneys to the woman before them, his fate was obvious. Li Jiao heard this and felt a slight displeasure. She glanced at the doctor and feigned surprise and self-reproach, "Minghan gege, transplanting just one is enough. Otherwise, the person donating to me will also die. If only one is transplanted, I can still live well, though my stamina will be a bit poorer. As long as Minghan gege doesn't dislike me, that's all that matters." Zhao Minghan looked at the kind woman before him and recalled her usual service to him, "Transplant both. Don't make me repeat myself." The middle-aged doctor nodded repeatedly and turned to leave. The surgical preparations were complete, and both were wheeled into the operating room. Two people, both lying on the hospital operating tables. One was the woman from before, heavily made up and with a pretense in her expression, Chen Jiao. On the other bed lay a fair-skinned young man, his features handsome and well-defined, yet so slender it was heart-wrenching. The assistant nurse unfastened the young man's clothes, revealing his fair waist. They discovered that the usually clean-looking young man was covered in dense, fine scars. Zhao Minghan looked at the person before him, "Complete this surgery properly. After the operation, you will receive money that you can't earn in a lifetime." As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of those present gradually changed. Under the temptation of profit, the young man lying there seemed no longer a living person but livestock awaiting slaughter. As long as this surgery was done, he would receive a large sum of money, and then he could live a life of debauchery. The spotlight turned on, and the surgery officially began. The middle-aged man's cold scalpel was gently placed on the young man's body. Crimson blood beads seeped out, his heart devoid of reverence for life. Just as the scalpel was about to descend, cutting through the flesh, a powerful force suddenly flung him aside as if struck by a hurricane. Everyone froze in place. When they came to their senses, they saw a young girl in what appeared to be a school uniform walking in with a cold expression, slowly approaching the young man. She was very beautiful. Even without a trace of makeup on her face, she was still as lovely as an exquisite doll.