Chu Jiawei looked at Chu Jiaren on the bed behind, “Sister, I just received a call from China. My mother committed suicide by cutting her pulse and fell into a coma, leaving a suicide note saying that she would donate her cornea to you.”
It was such a bitter plan.
If you want to donate the cornea, do you need to cut the pulse?
If you really want to kill yourself by cutting the pulse, then you will die, let alone don’t think about donating the cornea.
Lu Shaochen saw through everything and did not expose it.
“How is it now?” Chu Jiaren asked worriedly.
“I was rescued in the hospital. It was a call from the doctor, saying that it would be true if it was a little later.” Chu Jiawei held Chu Jiaren’s arm, “Sister, help me, help me.”
Chu Jiawei almost knelt down to Chu Jiaren.
Lu Shaochen said: “Jiawei, it’s very late. You go back and rest first. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.”
Chu Jiawei knew that this matter was actually inseparable from Lu Shaochen, but now he had the right to ask others, so he naturally could not expose these things.
It is not good for anyone to tear my face.
Chu Jiawei looked at Chu Jiaren, “Sister, no matter how much your parents are, they will raise your parents.”
After sending Chu Jiawei away, Chu Jiaren didn’t fall asleep that night. On the next day, he had two dark circles.
Chu Jiaren couldn’t sit still after all, and called out softly: “Shaochen”
“I’m here.” Lu Shaochen sat next to her and helped her lift the black hair hanging down beside her face, “What’s wrong, I have something to say to me.”
“Let my adoptive parents go.” Chu Jiaren finally asked for love.