Chapter 745 — Whose Kidney Is It?
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"Thank you..." Zhong Yongliang's mind was now entirely elsewhere, not on Shen Yushu's sarcasm at all. Even if Shen Yushu were cursing his mother right now, he would hardly have felt a thing! His thoughts were completely fixed on Wei Zhao!
Had Wei Zhao's kidney been transplanted into him or not? If not, then whose kidney was now inside him?
Then wouldn't there be rejection... Suddenly he recalled Shen Yushu's earlier words—as long as there's no rejection, you'll be just like the rest of us... Was Shen Yushu hinting at something? Zhong Yongliang knew full well how close Shen Yushu and Wei Zhao were! So did Shen Yushu know something?
Was she hinting that the kidney in him was not Wei Zhao's—which would mean it would not match, and rejection would soon set in?
At this thought, Zhong Yongliang's mind went blank with a deafening roar, and his gaze turned somewhat vacant.
The illusion he had harbored until now was shattered completely in that instant. He had foolishly imagined that once he possessed Wei Zhao's kidney, he too would become a Yellow-rank expert—but now it seemed that whether his kidney would even match was a question in itself!
Zhong Yongliang had no idea how he endured that stretch of time. Not a single word of the consolation offered by his classmates and teachers registered; his mind was filled entirely with Wei Zhao, his own kidney, and Shen Yushu's insinuating remark!
His kidney was not Wei Zhao's? Now it appeared that eight or nine times out of ten it was not—otherwise, after having his kidney cut out, how could Wei Zhao still be so kind as to come visit him? He might well have wanted to kill him, yet Wei Zhao had not done so, and had even come to see him openly and generously... Then did that not mean he himself...
It was not until the teachers and his fellow students had all left that Zhong Yongliang still lay on the bed with a vacant stare, no one knowing what he was thinking.
The teachers and classmates assumed that Zhong Yongliang, having just come out of surgery, was simply too weak to speak, and thought no more of it. After a brief look at him, they left the ward.
As Wei Zhao departed, he cast Zhong Yongliang a look laden with hidden meaning. Had this kid's kidney not yet shown signs of rejection?
Zhong Fabai, meanwhile, had his brows tightly knit—clearly he too had considered this tragic possibility: his son's kidney was not Wei Zhao's! Had the transplant been mismatched? But An Liwen's kidney-harvesting ring had already been wiped out, and finding out just whose kidney his son now carried was, for the moment, impossible!
There was not even anyone to hold accountable. Even if An Liwen had not been arrested, he had surely fled, and there was certainly no way to get in touch with him.
Zhong Fabai sighed. Why was his son's fate so bitter? After all the trouble of getting a new kidney, it was the wrong type?
"Dad, why did Wei Zhao come? What on earth is going on with my kidney?" The moment Wei Zhao and the others had left, Zhong Yongliang began screaming like a madman: "My kidney—whose is it?"