Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 72 He could accept being betrayed by anyone except her

Shen Qianhe was still wearing her pajamas as she drove an Aston Martin from Xie Jincheng's garage to Yihe Medical.

Yihe Medical is the medical institution invested by Xie Jincheng. It gathers the country's top cardiac surgery teams. Shen Qianyu's treatment and follow-up after returning to China have also been carried out here.

When Shen Qianhe arrived, Shen Qianyu had just escaped danger.

As soon as he entered the ward, Shen Qianhe saw Song Ruier, whose face was covered with tears, and a silver-haired boy who was about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Sister Chizuru...I'm sorry..."

Song Rui'er sobbed and apologized, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have secretly asked Qianyu to come out to watch the concert."

"Don't cry, Rui'er, this is not your fault."

Shen Qianhe glanced at his pale-faced sister lying on the bed, his eyes full of heartache and worry.

"I'll go find a doctor to find out what's going on. Can you please look after Xiaoyu here?"

"Ok!"

Song Ruier wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded her head heavily.

In the office, a doctor in his fifties was looking through Shen Qianyu's medical records.

His name is Li Zhonglin. He is an authority in cardiac surgery in China and Shen Qianyu's attending physician.

After the two sisters returned to China, he has been responsible for Shen Qianyu's treatment.

"Doctor Li, how is my sister?"

The doctor raised his head, looked at her gently, and motioned for her to sit down.

"Chizuru, please sit down first. We will talk slowly."

Shen Qianhe sat in the chair opposite the doctor, his hands clasped tightly together, his eyes full of worry.

The doctor sighed softly, "Her condition has stabilized for now, but I must tell you frankly that your sister's heart condition is very unstable. If she doesn't undergo a transplant surgery soon, the frequency of her heart attacks will only increase."

When Shen Qianhe heard this, his face changed and his fingers involuntarily grasped the armrests of the chair.

"But, you know, my sister has a special blood type, and I have never been able to find a suitable heart donor."

"Yes, her special blood type does make it very difficult for us to find the source of her heart."

Shen Qianhe's eyes were moist, with crystal tears rolling in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly and tried to control her emotions. She asked with a trembling voice: "How long can Xiaoyu's heart last now?"

The doctor looked at her with a serious expression, "It's hard to say."

He paused, as if looking for the most appropriate words. "Although we have not found a completely matching donor yet, we are actively cooperating with other medical institutions at home and abroad to expand the search scope as much as possible. At the same time, we are also considering other alternatives."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Shen Qianhe's eyes. "Other alternatives? What do you mean?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment and slowly said, "Artificial heart."

"Artificial heart?"

Shen Qianhe's expression became complicated. "As far as I know, the current artificial heart technology is still in the clinical trial stage both at home and abroad. I am a little worried..."

The doctor nodded in understanding. "I understand your concerns. Although this technology is still in the experimental stage, the success rate of the operation is still very high. Once the artificial heart is implanted successfully, your sister will be able to temporarily resume her normal life until we find a suitable heart source."

"So, I suggest you think about it. I will have my assistant send the specific surgical plan to your email."

Shen Qianhe: "Okay, I'll think about it carefully, thank you, Dr. Li."

"..."

After the conversation, Shen Qianhe returned to the ward. The silver-haired boy had left, and there were three more people in the room:

Xie Jincheng, Song Yuze and his wife Liang Rujun.

Seeing Shen Qianhe coming in, Liang Ruojun immediately stepped forward and held her hand, saying apologetically, "Qianhe, I'm so sorry. It's all our Rui'er's fault for not being sensible. When we go back, Old Song and I will teach her a lesson."

"Mrs. Song, please don't say that. If it weren't for Rui'er, Qianyu might not have received timely help. I should be thanking you."

After a few polite words, seeing that Shen Qianyu was fine, Song Yuze and his wife took Song Ruier back first.

Xie Jincheng was the only one left in the ward. The two looked at each other, Shen Qianhe's eyes twitched slightly, and he smiled unnaturally.

"I'm so sorry to bother you with this trip so late at night."

The gold rims on the man's glasses reflected a faint light. After listening to Shen Qianhe's words, he raised the corners of his mouth lightly: "It should be."

Shen Qianhe: "Well...it's already late, why don't you go back first, I'll stay here with Xiaoyu tonight."

He shrugged slightly, adjusted his glasses with his long fingers, and said coldly: "Are you going to kick me out so soon?"

"That's not the case! I just thought that you've been busy all day and wanted you to go back and rest early..."

"No matter how busy you are, you are not as busy as Mrs. Xie. She said she was very tired at that time. After returning home, she actually had the energy to have an affair with another man in our bedroom."

The last two syllables were pronounced very lightly, but they were like a heavy hammer, hitting Shen Qianhe's heart.

"I don't!"

Shen Qianhe explained anxiously, "It's not what you think!"

"Really?"

Xie Jincheng approached step by step. Although he was smiling, the coldness emanating from his body made people retreat away.

"I wonder what Mrs. Xie was talking about with him. Why do they need to dress like this?"

Xie Jincheng's eyes swept over Shen Qianhe's silk pajamas, and Shen Qianhe realized that there was nothing inside.

The situation was urgent at the time, and Shen Qianhe rushed out without thinking, not caring at all whether she was wearing a bra or not.

"I......"

"Tomorrow afternoon at 305 o'clock, there will be a tryst in Room of the Earl's Mansion. What kind of clothes does Mrs. Xie plan to wear to attend the appointment?"

It turns out he knew everything!

Shen Qianhe's heart trembled violently. She obviously didn't do anything out of line, but why did Xie Jincheng say it as if she was caught cheating by him?

Shen Qianhe's Adam's apple rolled, he glanced at his sister on the bed, and said to Xie Jincheng: "Don't disturb Xiaoyu's rest, let's talk somewhere else."

In the empty VIP ward next door, as soon as Shen Qianhe stepped in, Xie Jincheng pushed her against the wall and kissed her forcefully.

She did not resist, and as usual, she skillfully responded to his aggressive kiss.

As expected, the gun went off accidentally.

But for some reason, Shen Qianhe felt an inexplicable resistance in his heart.

"Xie Jincheng, don't!"

The man's breath fell on her ears, and the cold tone was like a long hook covered with poppy.

"why?"

Shen Qianhe considered his words and responded carefully: "Xiao Yu is still sick, I don't want to ..."

"But I want it."

"But I don't want to."

Hearing this, the man's face was instantly shrouded in coldness.

He grabbed her slender and soft neck, and raised a very evil smile: