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Cheng Dongcheng slightly opened his eyes and saw her, his pale lips quivering faintly, and he vaguely heard a sentence, "Xiaomai, I'm sorry..."
After speaking, he gave her a deep look, closed his eyes with a stern face, a kind of resigned tranquility.
Mai Xiaomai's heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed by a large hand, unable to breathe.
She wanted to shake him awake, to question him why he had to do this...
"Xiaomai, don't be sad, go ahead with the surgery. To be torn apart under your hands, I'd consider it happiness."
Cheng Dongcheng murmured with his eyes closed, "While my organs are still of use, help me alleviate some of my sins."
The doctor also came in leading several nurses, carrying a full set of tools for organ harvesting.
A nurse covered Mai Xiaomai with a sterilized gown, put on a hat and mask for her, and handed her the gloves.
Mai Xiaomai put on the gloves and took the scalpel the nurse handed her...
