Chapter 153 Is the biological father ≈ a weakling?

Does it hurt?

Qiao Qiao blinked.

It's very strange.

She immediately understood what he was asking.

Does it hurt?

Qiao Qiao pursed her lips.

His downcast eyes held a sense of bewilderment.

She doesn't seem to be in pain.

At least when her heart was removed, those people weren't so inhumane as to not give her anesthesia, so she didn't feel any pain when they removed her heart.

For her, it was more about the fear of facing death.

To ensure the viability of her heart and kidneys, they did not immediately administer anesthesia and place her on the operating table.

Instead, they forcibly tied her up. The word "tied up" means literally, that is, they bound her hands and feet.

After strapping her to the operating table, they checked her physical condition while she was still conscious, and only began administering anesthesia after confirming that she was in good condition and ready for the transplant surgery.

Qiao Qiao still remembers the dazzling surgical light overhead, which made it impossible for her to open her eyes.

The people around her were discussing the success rate of the surgery and how well the Shen family had taken care of her physical condition...

Shen Qingrong initially planned to have the surgery after she turned ten.

So she was taken back and raised by him.

Every two months, she also has to undergo a physical examination under the guise of improving her health and conditioning her body.

The truth came out later because Shen Qingrong overheard her making a phone call while receiving her medical report for the last time.

They were afraid she would run away, and also afraid that in her fear she might harm her own body, causing organ damage.

so.

The morning after she learned the truth, they forcibly strapped her to the operating table.

More important than pain.

What remained in her body was more fear and terror.

The fear of being forcibly strapped to the operating table, injected with anesthesia, and having to listen to people discussing how well her organs were being cared for, while slowly approaching death, was something she dared not face or think about when she was first reborn.

"I'm not in pain, but I'm scared," Qiao Qiao said honestly. "Very scared, very scared."

I'm so scared.

Each word is like the sharpest blade.

It pierced Shen Qingyan's heart again and again, relentlessly.

Shen Qingyan felt as if his heart had been ripped out again, bleeding profusely. The pain made him pale, and blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

He's in pain!

It's not just psychological pain, but also physical pain.

It was as if the pain Qiao Qiao felt in her previous life, when her heart was ripped out on the operating table, had all been transferred onto him in his dream.

The combined physical and psychological pain made Shen Qingyan almost unable to support himself. His vision blurred, and he buried his head in her knees.

His small body stiffened as he moved.

Qiao Qiao instinctively wanted to avoid it.

But the next second...

She stopped.

She felt the dampness that landed on the back of her hand; it was so hot, as if it could burn her skin.

Is he crying?

Shen Qingyan was actually crying!

Qiao Qiao was stunned.

His pupils dilated slightly as he stared in disbelief at the enormous back of his head buried in his knees.

Although she always imitated her mother's tone, criticizing the other person as a useless piece of trash.

But deep in her heart, this man was like a god—tall, mighty, and unyielding.

She found it hard to associate the word "cry" with him.

It's terrifying, okay?

Terrified, Qiao Qiao didn't know how to react. Pushing him away was wrong, but not pushing him away was also wrong. She could only look around at the other people in a daze.

But strangely, at this moment, none of the Qiao family members moved.

Because they all sensed the man's vulnerability and profound grief at that moment.

Yes, grief.

Whenever Shen Qingyan thought about how his daughter was carried onto the operating table in his previous life and had her heart and kidneys ripped out, he felt extreme pain and hatred.

How dare they! How dare they?!

In an instant.

The hospital corridor was eerily quiet.

No one spoke, and no one moved.

The silence was broken by a burst of hurried footsteps from behind.

Yan Liti rushed back immediately after making the call.

She happily shared her achievements with the Qiao family and Qiao Qiao.

"Baby, Grandma has called ten people to put that bastard in a burlap sack. They'll cripple him! I also told them to take pictures. Just wait for Grandma's good news!"

Yan Liti knew that she couldn't kill Shen Qingrong with one blow.

But that's okay. If one blow doesn't kill it, then keep hitting it. Eventually, it will be killed!

Yan Liti only noticed Shen Qingyan's posture when she got closer.

She looked at him with a puzzled expression, her face clearly showing disapproval and obvious disgust: "Son, what are you doing?"

With such a big head pressing down on her precious little granddaughter's thin, weak knees, what kind of behavior is that?

What if it gets crushed?

Most importantly, she never even snuggled into her granddaughter's arms!

This unfilial son! What a disobedient child!

Trying to beat us to it again, huh?

Yan Liti stormed over, reaching out to grab Shen Qingyan's hair and pull him up, but stopped when she saw Shen Qingyan's slightly trembling shoulders as she got closer.

She frowned.

A few seconds later, he looked at Qiao Qiao and said with pity, "Baby, let me pat your weak dad."

Weakling dad...

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