Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 211 The Truth About Resurrection (1)

Looking at the little woman's anticipation mixed with apprehension, Song Zehan chuckled and bowed his head decisively again.

While Ruan Shiyan was still struggling, she accurately bit her lips.

Although the strength was not strong, it was enough to make Ruan Shiyan feel the familiar pain clearly.

"Hiss——Song Zehan, when did you change your genus to dog?!"

Song Zehan raised his eyebrows lightly, knowingly asked the question.

"pain?"

"Nonsense! If you don't believe me, let me take a bite!"

Song Zehan nodded slightly, did not hide, and looked at her calmly.

"of course can."

Ruan Shiyan: "???"

so happy?

Why did she suddenly feel that Song Zehan was even more rascal after he could speak?
Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, Song Zehan finally revealed his intention.

"Do you still suspect it's a dream?"

Ruan Shiyan was stunned for two seconds, then slowly understood.

Dreams don't hurt, so how can it be a dream if it hurts?

How could she forget this.

But being stubborn has always been her trademark, so she gave Song Zehan an angry look, "Don't think that I will forgive you if you do this."

The corner of Song Zehan's right lip raised slightly, evoking a slight arc.

"One mouthful? How about two?"

"..." How come the left and right sentences are the same as "bite"? "Who is going to bite you? Unless you explain all this abnormality to me, I won't forgive you!"

Ruan Shiyan decisively brought up her ferocious vigor, and looked at Song Zehan fiercely with a stern face.

It made it clear that if he didn't tell the truth, I would fight him to the end.

But this level is obviously nothing to Song Zehan, it's just that he didn't want to hide this result from her, so he didn't argue with her again.

He sorted out his thoughts, sat down by the hospital bed, adjusted his posture, hugged Ruan Shiyan on his lap, and before explaining, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his strong chest.

Ruan Shiyan was confused by his strange behavior, but when she saw the overly attractive chest muscles, she still swallowed her saliva in vain.

No matter how hard the mouth is, the body is always honest.

But before she could appreciate it for a few seconds, she suddenly saw the familiar wound on his heart.

Ruan Shiyan's breathing stagnated, her pupils shrank slightly, and her brain went blank with a "hum".

After a while, he stumbled and opened his mouth to ask.

"This... this... what's going on?" Ruan Shiyan's breathing was short, her little face turned pale with anxiety, "You...why do you have this kind of wound on your body?"

After finishing speaking, before Song Zehan could respond, Ruan Shiyan hurriedly pulled the collar of her hospital gown to the maximum, and looked down—her wound was still there.

And still only that one wound.

If she didn't know that she was pushed into the operating room before going through all this, Song Zehan would be able to talk to her normally. If someone told her that nothing happened, she would believe it.

After all, how can anyone complete a heart transplant without a single wound?
It's not science fiction, it's not realistic.

Song Zehan patted Ruan Shiyan's little head, and gave her a comforting look.

"Don't worry, think slowly, ask one by one, I will tell you."

Ruan Shiyan took a deep breath and quickly organized her thoughts.

After a while, she decided to start asking from the source.

"Did I... have a heart transplant?"

(End of this chapter)