He didn't avoid it anymore, "The heart that matches your body is very hard to find. Although your family is willing to pay for it, it is too hard to find."

Speaking of which, the doctor sighed, "There are still two and a half months left. Don't be too sad. Do whatever you want to do."

In fact, in the doctor's heart, the death sentence had already been given to Qin Yu.

But Wen Tian and the others were still hopeful, so the doctor could not say anything.

When Qin Yu heard the doctor's words, her body swayed, and suddenly she understood something.

In fact, she had long been suspicious, but it hadn't been confirmed.

What Watson said after he came yesterday made her feel weirder and weirder.

She had wanted to ask Fang Panpan, but then she thought that since Fang Panpan had the intention to hide it from her, she wouldn't tell her anything.

So she took advantage of the noon hour to find the doctor and fished for information.

Although the doctor didn't make it too clear, Qin Yu was a smart girl. With just these few words and her perception of her health, she understood that she should have two and a half months to live.

...

It should only take half a minute to walk from the doctor's office to the ward, but Qin Yu walked for ten minutes.

Every step was difficult for her.

Before she reached the ward, her legs suddenly went weak and her whole body flung itself to the floor.

"Xiaoyu!"

There was a sudden cry from behind. It was Wen Qian who came over. He rushed over and held Qin Yu before she fell to the ground.

Wen Qian helped Qin Yu to the bed.

Qin Yu looked at Wen Qian with a pale face, "Wen Qian, will I die soon?"

Wen Qian's heart missed a beat, but he smiled on the surface, "Xiaoyu what are you talking about? You're almost fine! And you are recovering. Don't think too much about it."

Qin Yu shook her head hard, "Don't hide it from me. I just asked the doctor. The doctor said, I only have two and a half months to live, right?"

"Xiaoyu, no." Wen Qian's heart tightened, "Don't think too much about it."

"I'm not thinking too much!" Qin Yu suddenly raised her voice and stared into Wen Qian's eyes, "Wen Qian, are you still going to lie to me? I have the right to know about my condition! Do I have two and a half months left? You tell me! Do I?"

Wen Qian was silent for a moment before he said, "Yes."

But soon he added, "We are looking for a suitable heart for you. As long as we find one, we can save you. Xiaoyu, don't think too much now. Just rest well. There is still hope for you."

An ache pushed against Qin Yu's heart.

It was true.

She really only had two and a half months left.

As long as a suitable heart was found?

It had been half a month and they still hadn't found one, so perhaps it was not possible to find one.

Besides, she could guess from the doctor's words that which kind of heart was suitable. If it was that way, she was not willing to accept it.

Qin Yu closed her eyes.

Wen Qian thought Qin Yu was sad and in pain. He was anxious and comforted Qin Yu, "Xiaoyu, don't be sad. We will try our best to save your life. Now the medical skills are so advanced. There will be a way!"

The eyelashes on Qin Yu's eyes trembled heavily, and after waiting for a moment, she opened her eyes again.

She looked at Wen Qian, "Wen Qian, I want to take a rest, can you leave now?"

Wen Qian was uneasy.

Qin Yu smiled at Wen Qian, "Don't worry, I'm fine."