"The gap between us and Dr. Yu will only get bigger and bigger, and we can't judge it by miles..."

At half past six in the evening, Yu Zhiming completed his physical examination for the day, returned to the big office, and met Qiu Yi again.

I saw that he looked haggard and had an ugly expression.

Yu Zhiming's heart sank, and he asked confirmingly: "Is that Meng Xiumei gone?"

Qiu Yi shook his head and said: "No, but there is still no improvement, and his life is still in danger."

"Dr. Yu, my blood type is the same as hers, and I am going to donate my liver to her."

Yu Zhiming's eyes widened and he said, "Nonsense."

"You and she are not related, and her parents and brother are here, so why do you need to donate her liver to her?"

Qiu Yi looked sad and said: "Dr. Yu, you may be wondering why I care so much about her."

"To be honest, I don't know either."
Chapter completed!