Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

The original owner always felt that having such an excellent boyfriend was the greatest blessing she had ever received in her life, the luckiest thing in the world.

My boyfriend is not only very knowledgeable, but also has an incredibly gentle and forgiving heart.

When something happens, the original owner is irritable and can't control her temper at all, but he can soothe her and patiently reason with her.

The original owner thought they would continue like this forever, until they got married, had children, and grew old.

Less than a month into the relationship, the original owner suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.

So her boyfriend persuaded her to go to the hospital for a checkup.

But when the doctor solemnly informed her that she had a heart condition, the original owner was completely stunned, and her mind went blank for a moment.

Her eyes were filled with terror and disbelief, and the hand she was holding in her boyfriend's hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

The original owner felt perfectly healthy, able to run and jump every day, full of energy, and didn't seem like someone with heart disease at all.

She was stunned when she heard the news, followed by panic.

The doctor seemed to understand her feelings and gently suggested, "Don't worry too much. In this situation, you can have several more tests to confirm the diagnosis."

Her boyfriend held her hand tightly, conveying warmth and strength, and gently comforted her, "Honey, don't be afraid. Let's get it checked a few more times. Maybe it's just a misdiagnosis!"

Hearing her boyfriend's words, the original owner felt a glimmer of hope. She clung tightly to this lifeline, anxiously awaiting the results of each test.

However, fate did not favor her. Each test result was like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly shattering her illusions. In the end, all the evidence pointed unequivocally to the conclusion that she really did have a heart condition.

She slumped into the chair, utterly dejected, her mind blank as if all thoughts had been drained away.

The surrounding noise of people and the ticking of instruments seemed to be blurred and distant, as if separated by a thick layer of glass.

From then on, everything went out of her control, like a wild horse, leaving her to leave it to her boyfriend to handle.

Her body seemed to have lost its spine, rapidly weakening. Things that used to be easy to do now became beyond her capabilities.

Every time I raise my hand, every time I take a step, it feels like I'm dragging a heavy burden, and fatigue is always with me.

When the original owner needed to rely on her the most, her parents became the most distant figures.

They had long been divorced, and after raising the original owner until she was eighteen, they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit agreement and both stopped giving her living expenses.

The shadow of death loomed over her like a dark cloud, and every time she thought about the possibility of leaving this world at any moment, fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

What made her even more desperate was that the doctor told her helplessly that her condition was deteriorating at an alarming rate.

Looking at her increasingly haggard reflection in the mirror, she clearly realized that her own time was running out.

So, one thought grew stronger in her mind—to break up with her boyfriend.

She knew all too well that her illness was like a bottomless pit, which would not only exhaust her boyfriend's energy, but also plunge him into endless pain and burden.

She didn't want to be a burden to her boyfriend, and she didn't want his future to be shrouded in gloom because of her.

She decided to bear it all alone, even if it meant facing death alone.

Just as the original owner hardened her heart, tearfully broke up with her boyfriend, wanting to push him away and face her fate alone, her boyfriend held her hand tightly, his gaze unwavering and unquestionable.

"Don't be silly. Now that I've chosen you, I won't leave you now. No matter what happens, I'll always be with you."

The warmth emanating from those hands was like the warmest light in the darkness, shining directly into the original owner's wounded heart.

From then on, her boyfriend took on all the expenses for her living and treatment, managing every expense meticulously so that she could focus on recovering.

Every morning, he would call on time to inquire about the original owner's health, gently comfort her, and tell her interesting stories to cheer her up, gradually bringing some color to her originally gloomy days.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. Soon after, the doctor brought good news that dispelled all the gloom: the hospital had a matching heart for her!

At that moment, the original owner's eyes were filled with surprise and excitement.

The hospital quickly arranged the surgery, and the original owner was wheeled into the operating room full of anticipation.

However, after the general anesthetic was injected into the body, the original owner should have fallen into a deep sleep, but her consciousness remained unusually clear.

To her horror, she discovered that although she could not feel pain, she could clearly hear every word the doctors and nurses said, and could even vividly feel their busy movements on her body.

She was able to be wheeled into the operating room by herself, hear people talking beside her, and have her flesh cut open.

"She's your girlfriend, are you sure you want to give her a heart transplant?" The attending physician's voice was low and teasing, echoing softly in the operating room.

"I finally found a matching heart. With this heart, Baozhu can get better!" Her boyfriend's voice was urgent and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

The original owner's consciousness became clearer amidst the chaos. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, but her body was restrained by anesthesia and she couldn't move.

Immediately afterwards, a cold sensation came over her, and she clearly felt her heart slowly leaving her body; it was an indescribable emptiness and despair.

"But what benefits can you offer me?" The doctor's tone rose slightly, tinged with greed.

"What else do you want?" The boyfriend's tone was a little impatient.

“You know, although Baozhu has a heart condition, it’s not this serious.” The boyfriend seemed to be trying to bargain, his voice carrying a hint of smugness as if he had something on her side.

"Pfft, then go tell Miss Chen! I doubt she'd dare! She only shows her deep affection because she has a heart condition. If she didn't, do you think she'd still…"

The doctor's words were like sharp blades, piercing the original owner's heart.

"That's enough, hurry up and change, so I can..."

The boyfriend's voice stopped abruptly, but the original owner didn't want to listen anymore.

Her heart died completely at that moment. What was more unbearable than the physical pain was the despair of being betrayed by the person she trusted most.

"No, no, no, if we can't reach an agreement, then we'll just have to put their hearts back in their places." The doctor deftly put her heart back, saying in a low voice as he worked, "Ms. Chen still needs us this way!"

"You'd better think this through, because next time it won't be so simple!" The doctor's voice was threatening, so cold it sent chills down your spine.

Although the heart had returned to the chest cavity, the original owner could not feel any signs of life.

She's dead; she can't get revenge.