Blood cancer!
Looking at the test sheet in her hand, Wen Qing's face turned pale.
She thought that she and Li Yinghan had finally had a child, but it turned out to be cancer.
She stood in the corridor of the hospital, her eyes full of helplessness. She took out her mobile phone with trembling hands and pressed a familiar number.
Soon, the call was connected, and the tears in the corners of her eyes fell. Her voice was full of sadness. "Yinghan..."
"I'm talking business."
As soon as the other party's cold voice fell, she heard the hanging up of the phone.
He was busy, so what should she do?
Wen Qing felt cold all over and leaned against the wall powerlessly.
But the next second, the man she loved deeply gave her another fatal blow-
Not far away, Li Yinghan walked over with a woman in his arms, his eyes full of love.
Seeing the familiar figure getting closer and closer, Wen Qing was stunned.
"Pa!"
The phone in her hand fell to the ground and made a sound. Her eyes were full of panic.
The woman in Li Yinghan's arms was... her half-sister, Wen Sirou!
Wen Sirou had been gone for three years. Why would she suddenly appear here?
At this moment, Wen Sirou was leaning in the man's arms. She was so delicate and weak, like a withered leaf, which made people feel sorry for her.
At this moment, Wen Qing felt like her heart was being cut by a knife.
Her husband, whom she had not seen for half a month, held another woman in his arms and was seen by her in the hospital. This scene was really ironic!
"Is this the business you mentioned?"
Wen Qing clenched her fists and dug her nails into her palms.
When Li Yinghan saw her, his eyes darkened and his expression turned cold.
"You have no right to care about me."
He hated Wen Qing's wife to the extreme. If she hadn't used despicable means to force Sirou to leave back then, she wouldn't have been able to become Mrs. Li.
The moment Wen Sirou saw Wen Qing, her body couldn't stop trembling.
"Sister! Cough, cough..."
Violent coughing mixed with fear, as if he had encountered a fierce beast.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have come back. It's all my fault..."
Sensing the fear of the woman in his arms, Li Yinghan's eyes darkened and he turned to look at the culprit-
"You're the one who caused her to become like this. Wen Qing, you vicious woman! If Sirou dies, you'll have to die with her!"
"Death, accompanied by death..." Wen Qingqing's eyes trembled and she did not understand.
"What's wrong with Wen Sirou? She has been missing for three years and suddenly appeared. How could it be her fault?"
What was going on? She didn't do anything at all.
"Sister, I have cancer and won't live long! I beg you, don't drive me away... I've had a hard time in the past three years, and I don't want to wander around anymore. Please!"
His cancer...
Wen Qing took a step back. She couldn't believe her eyes...
So, Li Yinghan's heart ached for her? He could only see Wen Sirou's pitiful state, but could not see her pain!
The man didn't even look at Wen Qing. He said in a cold voice, "The doctor said Sirou's illness is still incurable. Blood relatives are related to her. Wen Qing, you and her bone marrow match each other."
A matching meant... that she was going to do a transplant for Wen Sirou?!
Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at the indifferent man in front of her in pain. "Yinghan, do you know that I..."
I'm also seriously ill. I'll die!
Unfortunately, he didn't give her a chance to say it.
But as soon as his hand touched the man's arm, he threw it away.
"Ah!"
Wen Wanqing stumbled back two steps uncontrollably and fell to the ground. Her face hit the bench in the corridor. In an instant, she felt a sharp pain in her nose. Dark red blood dripped down, and the smell of blood filled her senses.
A cold smile flashed across Wen Sirou's lips when she saw how pathetic the woman was. She pretended to be weak as she said, "Yinghan, I'm bleeding..."
Li Yinghan looked down at Wen Qing from above. There was not the slightest bit of heartache in his eyes.
Wen Qing's heart broke into pieces as she listened to his heartless words. As she watched the man and the woman leave, her vision turned dark and she could not stop the blood from oozing out of her nose. Her body fell backward heavily...
Her acting skills were getting better and better. She had learned to pretend to be weak.
"Ignore her. Let's go."
Hearing these heartless words, Wen Wanqing's heart was broken into pieces. Watching the man and the woman disappear into the distance, her eyes became dark, and more and more blood flowed out of her nose. Finally, her eyes went dark, and she feebly closed her eyes...
...
When she woke up again, the woman was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the white ceiling without saying a word.
The person accompanying her was Jiang Cheng.
Her college senior was also a young and promising surgeon in this field.
"Does he know anything about you?"
Jiang Cheng held the test sheet in his hand, and his eyes were full of pain.
"Why is God so unfair? Wen Qing is still so young. She shouldn't have suffered such pain."
The woman lowered her eyes and did not respond.
Even if Li Yinghan knew, he would not care about her.
At this moment, there was only a pitiful Wen Sirou in his heart.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Cheng, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, burst out.
He turned around angrily, wanting to seek an explanation from Li Yinghan.
Wen Qing stretched out her soft and weak hand to hold Jiang Cheng's wrist, and then said in a weak voice, "Don't let him know this."
"Why? You've done so much for him over the years, but he..."
Jiang Cheng's indignant words stopped abruptly when he saw the tears in the woman's eyes.
Wen Qing shook her head with a bitter smile. After so many years of persistence, she finally realized the reality at this moment.
She wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes and held her breath. What she said next was clear-
"I want to divorce him."
