AWB Chapter 364 The Tragic Heroine's Pursuit of Her Husband Goes Through a Cremation Trip (Part 4)
Chapter 364 The Tragic Heroine's Pursuit of Her Husband Goes Through a Cremation Trip (Part 4)
When the two were strapped to the cold operating table, they finally panicked.
"Let me go, let me go."
"She's crazy, Xie Yun is crazy, what is she trying to do?"
"Does she know who I am? I am Zhou Mingyue, the only eldest daughter of the Zhou family."
Zhou Mingyue was truly terrified. If she had known this would happen, why would she have bothered to provoke Xie Yun?
The Zhou family is wealthy. If she just waits a little longer, why should she worry about not finding a suitable kidney?
"Waaaaah... Brother Chenzhou, save me, save me, I'm scared."
Are you scared? I'm scared too.
Song Chenzhou was terrified, but he was a man and couldn't yell like Zhou Mingyue; that wasn't the style of a domineering CEO.
"Mingyue, don't be afraid, it's okay. She's just trying to scare us. It's alright."
It's unclear whether he was saying this to Zhou Mingyue or to himself.
His limbs and head were all fixed to the operating table.
He didn't know if Xie Yun was there or not, but he guessed that she must be watching from not far away.
So he shouted into the air, "Yun'er, come out! I know you love me, you won't hurt me."
"If you let us go, I promise I will never hurt you again."
"Yun'er, if you don't like Mingyue, I'll send her far away abroad. I won't care about her anymore. I don't want your kidney anymore, okay?"
"Yun'er, I love you, I really love you. I know I was wrong. Please don't do this anymore, I'm scared."
Song Chenzhou kept confessing his love to the air.
He's gambling.
I bet Xie Yun wouldn't dare, I bet Xie Yun couldn't bear to part with him, I bet Xie Yun loves him.
He bet right; Xie Yun really didn't dare.
But she's not Xie Yun; she's the killing goddess Qingmo.
Ha ha.
He guessed right; Qingmo was indeed watching them. There were 360-degree hidden cameras installed here.
She sipped her coffee contentedly while watching their desperate struggle on her phone screen.
That's really interesting.
Seeing no response, Song Chenzhou hurriedly called out to Jue Er beside him, "Hey you, didn't you ask me if I knew I was wrong?"
"Wrong, wrong."
"You should call your boss right away and tell Madam that the CEO knows he was wrong."
He didn't answer, only kept wiping the scalpel.
Disinfect, disinfect, and disinfect again.
He's a puppet with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Finally, all the pre-operative preparations were complete, and he stood between the two operating tables.
He smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I'm ready. Now I'll ask again."
"Mr. Song Chenzhou, would you be willing to donate your kidney to Ms. Zhou Mingyue?"
Please answer whether you are willing or not.
The two were terrified; they thought he was crazy.
Their kidneys are completely incompatible, so how can they have a kidney transplant?
"I don't want to."
"I don't want to."
The two answered in unison.
Jue Er smiled and said, "Okay, you're willing, right? The two of you have reached an agreement."
Zhou Mingyue and Song Chenzhou: ...
No, he's sick, isn't he?
They said they were unwilling.
Help! Send someone who can understand human speech.
When Jue Er's cold scalpel sliced open Zhou Mingyue's clothes, she truly cried, so much so that snot bubbles came out of her nose.
"Xie Yun, please let me go. I don't want your kidney anymore, and I don't want Song Chenzhou either. Please."
"Song Chenzhou is trash. I don't love him at all. I just used him. I just want Zhou Xingchen's man."
"Here you go, I'll give it all back to you. I'm going back abroad right now."
"Please, I'm just a clueless little girl. It's all Song Chenzhou's fault. He insisted you save me. You can't blame me, sob sob..."
No one responded to her.
Song Chenzhou, on the other hand, felt utterly disheartened.
He never expected Zhou Mingyue to say such a thing about him, considering that everything he did was for her.
It's ridiculous. She's not Xingchen after all; she just looks like her. If she were Xingchen, she would never treat him like this.
One was hysterical, the other was heartbroken.
Jue Er completely ignored it; he had already made his move.
Anesthesia? That's definitely not available.
They don't even deserve such precious things?
When the knife tip actually cut through their skin, all they could do was curse and scream. But later on, they were so overwhelmed by the pain that they lost the strength to curse anymore.
Fiddle with the left side, tidier up the right side, all at the same time; we were absolutely busy and having a great time.
The surgery was completed quickly.
He can just sew up the wound haphazardly; it won't kill him anyway. As for infection or anything like that, that's not his concern.
As long as I don't die, I don't care what happens.
He wiped away his cold sweat with feigned profundity, glanced at his work with satisfaction, and went back to report to his master.
"Madam, the president said he's right; he still needs further treatment."
Qingmo: "Okay, then let's keep him locked up until the president realizes his mistake, then we'll release him."
Then comes the daily question.
Butler, does the president realize his mistake?
Madam, the CEO is stubborn and refuses to admit his mistake.
Song Chenzhou had no idea they were playing like this; if he had, he would have been spitting out blood.
Are you deaf? Are you deaf?
You ask again, and I answer again.
Wrong, wrong.
Since you won't listen, why are you asking me?
This is what a sense of ritual is, something Song Chenzhou may never understand in his lifetime.
After all, he hadn't seen many people as crazy as him.
The "chasing-after-wife crematorium" method is no longer viable, but we can drastically change it to the "chasing-after-husband crematorium."