My Empress is My Bad Girl

Soon several more matched bone marrow donors were found.

With this kind of money ability, Ji Tangtang's illness is stable.

Yun Dai also felt relieved.

However, Zhao Yuanjing's words made her feel cold.

"Ji Tangtang has survived this level, but he may not be able to survive the next level."

"I do not understand."

"You know." Zhao Yuanjing's voice was gentle, yet so cold, "Ji Tangtang's health will get worse and worse, and her immunity will be destroyed to the point of being unsustainable. Last time it was angina is just the beginning."

The resistance of most adults is enough to resist the virus, but Ji Tangtang was directly attacked.

As for her current illness, even if she is cured this time, her condition will only get worse next time.

Although modern medical technology is developed, it is not a fairy art after all, and there are still many terminal diseases that have not been overcome and cannot be cured.

Who knows if Ji Tangtang will suffer from an incurable disease next time?

"I don't believe Tangtang's luck is so bad."

"Isn't her luck bad enough?" Zhao Yuanjing broke the last illusion in her heart, "Compared with you, with me, or even with the little uncle, whose situation is as bad as her?"

The same is through the wormhole. Although Yundai was affected in the later stage, at least after several decades of safe life, she can even maintain her youthful appearance.

Zhao Yuanjing was even more fortunate to be thirty years younger.

Only Ji Tangtang, her soul could not fit in with this world, pain and disease tormented her all the time.

It's no wonder that with her character, she was unable to bear it, so she asked Yun Dai to restore her memory and send her out of here.

During this time, Ji Tangtang behaved very calmly, and even said several times that she decided to stay by her side.

Yun Dai thought that even if her physical condition did not improve, it would not continue to deteriorate.

Who knows, her situation is so bad that she can't imagine it.

She has only been here for less than two years, and she is already so seriously ill.

How long can she hold on?

What's the point of living in such pain and suffering?

While waiting for the transplant, the weather turned cooler, entered the early winter, and the first snow fell.

On Friday afternoon, Yun Dai went to find Shen Jie as usual.

The lights in the house are dim.

Shen Jie is smoking.

Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and half was shrouded in faint smoke, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

"Doctor Shen." Yun Dai stood at the door and knocked on the door.

Shen Jie raised his head, "Miss Yun is here, please come in." He raised his hand, "I'll pinch if you mind."

"Oh, it's alright."

Although Yun Dai didn't like smoking second-hand smoke, she knew that Shen Jie was in a bad mood because of Ji Tangtang, so she decided to ignore it.

She sat across from him.

Shen Jie raised his eyes to look at the girl with pure white complexion and naive eyes. After hesitating, he pinched the cigarette in his hand.

"Sorry," he said. "You're still a kid, and I shouldn't have smoked in front of you."

Yun Dai smiled and said, "The way Dr. Shen smokes is very different from usual."

"What's the difference?"

"Usually Dr. Shen is a gentle and elegant elite, but now he is like a decadent and melancholy poet."

Shen Jie showed a faint smile and suddenly asked, "You have some memories related to Tangtang, right?"

"Yes."

"If you restore that part of your memory, will you be able to help Tangtang get rid of the pain?"