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Shen Xingyu rushed to the hospital, holding Ye Jingzhu tightly, and the hospital immediately began emergency treatment. Ye Jingzhu's condition was critical; she had lost too much blood, and her heart had stopped beating.
Shen Xingyu followed her into the operating room, gripping Ye Jingzhu's hand. "Ye Jingzhu, I won't allow you to die, do you hear me?" he pleaded. "Ye Jingzhu, you have to live for me." "Ye Jingzhu, you can't die without my permission."
With each desperate call, his eyes were red, his hair disheveled, and he looked utterly dejected and lonely. It was uncertain whether it was Shen Xingyu's calls that made a difference, but Ye Jingzhu was pulled back from the brink of death. However, she remained in a coma and was moved to the ICU ward.
Shen Xingyu stood in the corridor outside the ward, hands in his pockets, staring at Ye Jingzhu lying on the hospital bed. At that moment, the shock in his heart was indescribable. He never imagined that the Ye Jingzhu he had always hated was actually wronged. She did not kill Wanwan.
Little Ma approached Shen Xingyu. "Mr. Shen, we have investigated thoroughly," he said. Shen Xingyu nodded slightly and replied in a low voice, "Go on."
"Someone paid a high price to bribe Zhang Dashan to identify Ye Jingzhu as the murderer," Little Ma explained.
"Who is it?" Shen Xingyu's voice turned cold and hard.
"It’s..." Little Ma hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's Miss Du."
It was indeed her! Shen Xingyu had suspected this all along but had been unwilling to believe it. After all, Du Qiaoyun had always appeared kind and gentle. He never expected that her kindness and gentleness were merely a facade; she was truly malicious.
"Is there more?" Shen Xingyu asked.
"There is," Little Ma continued. "I found the attending doctor and nurse who performed the surgery on Ye Wanwan; they were both bribed by Du Qiaoyun."
"So, Ye Wanwan never had a heart transplant," Shen Xingyu's voice was hoarse, his body felt cold. If Ye Wanwan didn't undergo the heart transplant, then whose heart did Du Qiaoyun have?
"No," Little Ma said. "Ye Wanwan did have a heart transplant, and the source of the heart is..."
"Who is it?" Shen Xingyu felt his breath quicken, as if something was gripping his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
"It’s Ye Jingzhu's," Little Ma replied.
"What did you say?" Shen Xingyu could hardly believe his ears. He looked at Little Ma in shock. "You mean the heart is Ye Jingzhu's?"
"Yes," Little Ma nodded. "I asked the doctor and nurse; they told me that Du Qiaoyun ordered them to do this. Moreover, Ye Jingzhu had no idea; she thought all along that she received Ye Wanwan's heart."
Shen Xingyu closed his eyes, trembling all over.
Ye Jingzhu actually sacrificed her heart for him.
But he misunderstood her, mistreated her, and even forced her to divorce him.
"Mr. Shen," Little Ma looked at Shen Xingyu with concern; he had never seen Shen Xingyu so dejected.
Shen Xingyu waved his hand. "You can go now; I want to be alone."
"Understood," Little Ma nodded and turned to leave.
Shen Xingyu walked to the door of the ward, looking through the glass at Ye Jingzhu lying on the bed, her body filled with tubes and an oxygen mask on her face.
Shen Xingyu felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
Ye Jingzhu, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
He apologized countless times in his heart, unable to control his emotions any longer as tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.
He never expected to be played for a fool by Du Qiaoyun.
Wiping away his tears, Shen Xingyu's expression turned cold and ruthless; he would not let Du Qiaoyun go.
He wouldn't let himself off either!
Shen Xingyu took out his phone and dialed a number. "Help me investigate something."
After speaking, he hung up the phone; he had to uncover the truth himself.
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