"If Qiao Nan's willing, your surgery can still proceed once Qiao Nan recovers."
"Doesn't that mean I still have to wait for a long time? Qiao Nan will probably need another few more months to recover after this car accident, so she'll only be able to donate her kidney in a few months' time?" She hated that she had no choice but to be hospitalized. Looking at herself in the mirror, her face was only getting worse by the day. Her skin had turned yellow and pale, and she felt that she had become so ugly that she could not bear to look at herself in the mirror.
Thinking about the debauchery and luxury in her life previously, and thinking then again about how the smell of perfume had been replaced by formaldehyde, Qiao Zijin's mood fell to rock-bottom. She questioned once again why Qiao Nan had been knocked down but had not died!
