Lu Xiaojiu gritted her teeth, bit the blanket, and didn't cry out loud. Lu Bai donated a liver for her, but due to a viral infection, the liver didn't grow back, so his health has been poor all these years, constantly undergoing surgeries. She is a surgeon and knows very well how much pain Lu Bai endured in the past eleven years to survive, yet he never said a word. This year, she had a vague notion, but didn't dare think about it, only to find her speculation correct. It was indeed him who saved her, yet she hated him for eleven years.
Does he blame her?
After all these years, has he ever felt even a hint of grievance or hatred in his heart? What was he feeling every time she shouted about killing him for Tian Yi?
She never fell in love with someone else; she always loved one person.
Yet, she knew nothing, let alone others.
It's truly ironic!
"Xiaojiu, why are you rushing to leave the hospital? Is your health better? You look quite unwell."
