The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

The man's expression froze slightly. He raised his eyes to look at the woman's face, and felt a little scared and flustered for no reason.

Qiao Yan called him so many times, but he didn't answer any of them.

A panic rose in his heart, and the man pursed his thin lips tightly: "Don't worry, it won't happen next time."

Qiao Yan showed a faint smile on her face and did not reply to him.

There won't be a next time.

Li Jingxing reached out and took her hand, then put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms as he sat on the chair. The man said in a low voice, "How is your sister?"

Qiao Yan thought he was hypocritical.

He probably wished her sister was dead.

Qiao Yan struggled to get off his legs: "Don't worry about it."

The man's big hands tightly gripped her waist, making her unable to move at all: "Can't I care about my sister?"

Qiao Yan felt that this was false and untrue, as she could still vividly remember that he had tried to strangle her brother to death.

Li Jingxing raised his hand and stroked her ear, pinching it, and whispered in her ear: "What Lu Tingshen can give you, I can also give you."

Qiao Yan's heart moved slightly. She looked up at Li Jingxing and said, "A heart that suits her."

If Li Jingxing can really find someone suitable for a heart transplant in Qiao Xin within just two weeks, it would not be a bad idea.

Qiao Yan was desperate and was trying every possible means. She couldn't pin her hopes on just one person. If Lu Tingshen was not found, Qiao Xin would have no choice but to die.

Finding a suitable heart is so difficult, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Okay, I'll help you find it." the man said.

Qiao Yan looked at him in surprise. The man's eyes were dark and deep, and he didn't seem to be joking.

The head nurse came out: "Miss Qiao, the patient is awake."

Qiao Yan stood up and looked back at Li Jingxing: "Wait for me here."

The man frowned, his dark eyes staring at her.

"Qiao Xin gets easily emotional when she sees you."

Li Jingxing paused slightly, stood where he was and did not follow.

Qiao Yan looked through the glass at Qiao Xin, who was on the hospital bed with oxygen. Qiao Xin's face was pale. She looked up from where she was lying on the bed and smiled weakly at Qiao Yan.

She was the only patient in the intensive care unit, and a nurse in protective clothing was taking care of her.

Qiao Xin was saying something in a weak voice, her mouth opening and closing. The nurse lowered her head and listened. She raised her eyes and glanced at Qiao Yan outside.

The woman's delicate and beautiful face could not hide her paleness and worry.

The nurse opened the door and came out. She took off her mask and told Qiao Yan: "Ms. Qiao, Qiao Xin said she wants to go home."

“She doesn’t want treatment anymore.”

Qiao Yan looked at Qiao Xin on the hospital bed through the glass, her eyes moistened, and she stroked the glass with her hand: "Sister will save you."

"Don't be afraid."

Qiao Xin's attending physician found Qiao Yan and said solemnly, "Miss Qiao, your sister has many signs of abuse on her body."

"She had severe burns on her back, similar to those from curling irons, and multiple scars on her wrists, which were caused by knife cuts."

"There were bruises all over her body from prolonged beatings."

"She may have suffered from school violence."

The doctor said solemnly: "We suggest you call the police."

When Qiao Yan heard this, her hands and feet turned cold, her brain exploded, and the blood drained from her face.

She clenched her fingers and her body shook with anger and rage.

Qiao Yan whispered, "Okay, thank you doctor."

Her heart ached, and she said with a trembling voice, "Doctor, please take good care of my sister. I'm afraid she will be upset."