Lu Xiaojiu placed her hands on her lower abdomen, the wound was excruciating, her face pale, cold sweat dripping in waves, yet she felt despair, a kind of despair she couldn't hide or escape from, she could only pray to the heavens.
Oh Main God, I would rather trade my life for his health, long joy, and a carefree life year after year.
I beg you, let me have my wish.
Even if it means a thousand cuts.
I don't care.
Besides praying, she didn't know what else she could do.
Lu Xiaojiu sat quietly to the side, eyes straight ahead, as if waiting for judgment. The doctors' incessant discussions sounded no less than torture to her, as they searched for past cases.
However, there were too few cases of liver donation surgery, no similar examples to be found.
There was a case where, after a successful surgery, there was pancreatic bleeding shortly after, and the patient couldn't be saved.
Lu Xiaojiu kept praying, hoping that the guardian deity of Country C could hear her heart's voice.
