I will never give in to Miss Death

"This... is for you."

Handing the bag of clothes to me, Lu Xinmeng blushed: "I hope Sister Nuoer likes it!"

clothing?

I took a quick glance at the clothes in the bag.

It was a set of... how should I put it, it looked a bit like a "Lolita dress", and it came with a pair of white tights with bow patterns, which looked a bit luxurious but seemed to be relatively thick.

Considering that Lu Xinjian mentioned earlier that his daughter was a "three-pit girl", it is not difficult for me to guess that this set of clothes should be the legendary "Lolita".

Are you giving a macho Lolita a gift?

No, I don’t look like an “uncle” now, and Lu Xinjian’s family doesn’t know anything about this.

At this time, I should act very happy no matter what, right?

"Thank you!"

Although I am not very familiar with the Lolita culture which is mostly popular only among girls, I still need to be polite.

"What's your name?"

After receiving the gift, I did not open it, but instead looked at the appearance of the clothes and the patterns on it.

Well... the overall colors are blue, light blue, pink, and white, with several bows. There are also many similar bow patterns on the pantyhose.

Well, like maid outfits, Lolita is a completely girl’s outfit.

Wearing this kind of clothes means that I have fully accepted... or entered the "higher level" of women's clothing, and maybe then... I will never be able to go back.

"Dreamland Amusement Park, also known as Alice's Dreamland Amusement Park."

Lu Xinmeng explained: "Sister Nuo'er and I have similar body shapes, so it should be a good fit!"

Well... although that's what I said, I'm an adult... at least my ID card shows that I'm an adult, am I actually going to compare my body shape with a junior high school student?

A girl who usually stays at home, likes to dress herself up in uniforms like Lolita JK, likes to read novels, and aspires to write novels. Maybe she has already written some works - Lu Xinmeng.

I hope my heart can always be with such a lovely girl.

"Dang Dang Dang."

At this time, the door of the ward was knocked, and a doctor in a white coat walked in. He first looked at me, then looked at Lu Xinjian next to him, and walked straight to the bed.

"Lu Xinmeng."

"I'm here."

"how are you feeling?"

The doctor in his 50s or 60s in a white coat asked tentatively, "Do you have a headache, chest tightness, or shortness of breath...any discomfort?"

"no!"

Lu Xinmeng held the notebook I gave her and said in high spirits, "I have been in very good health these days, and I don't feel uncomfortable at all!"

That proud and happy expression on her face, as if my transplanted heart was a gift from the gods to her.

Come to think of it, she admires me as a novel author, so she probably also admires my "brother". When she finds out that the heart transplanted into her body belongs to her idol's relative, this child will indeed be... happy.

"As long as you don't feel uncomfortable, it's good. Pay attention to rest and eat on time."

The doctor said, turning to Lu Xinjian: "Come outside and I will tell you something."

Lu Xinjian stood up, and I didn’t know how to blurt out: “Can I go with you?”

The doctor was a little surprised, but Lu Xinjian nodded: "Okay."

Outside the ward, the doctor in a white coat took us to an office.

"Your daughter's current situation is... strange, but it can't be said to be a bad thing."

After sitting down on the small chair, the doctor handed over a few films and said, "I told you before that for this type of transplant surgery, the patient will need to take anti-rejection drugs for life, which will damage the immune system. Some people have strong immune systems that will attack the transplanted organs all the time. Maybe in a year or two, the organ will not be able to bear it, and a new organ will need to be transplanted."

Lu Xinjian nodded: "Yes, you said so. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the heart?"

"has a problem……"

The doctor was silent for a moment, and perhaps noticing that Lu Xinjian was getting anxious, he quickly added, "Don't worry, the problem I'm talking about is not the heart or your daughter's problem."

"Then what happened?"

"After these days of observation, your daughter's medication, and blood tests... we found a very strange situation. Generally, inflammation will occur to a certain extent after a transplant... Ahem, let me tell you briefly, your daughter's transplanted organ did not show the expected rejection reaction."

"Isn't that good?"

Lu Xinjian was a little confused: "Didn't they say that severe rejection reactions would lead to a relapse of the disease?"

"So here is the problem. In our medicine, this is incredible. Can you understand it? There are patients who have a minor rejection reaction after transplant surgery, and some patients have chronic rejection. But this is the first case in our clinical practice where a patient recovered so quickly without any rejection reaction or inflammation. She is equivalent to... equivalent to breaking our cognition."

Lu Xinjian was even more confused: "So what will happen to my daughter?"

"It's fine. If the heart can continue to work healthily without any rejection, then your daughter will be no different from a healthy person. Most patients have a high risk of recurrence after lifelong medication after transplantation. Your daughter is very strange... It went very smoothly. There was nothing wrong with the blood test."

"So it's good news?"

"It's good news and bad news."

The doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "In a normal transplant surgery, if there is a rejection reaction or something else, we can prescribe the right medicine according to the situation. But your daughter... at least we haven't found out what her rejection reaction is. You see, we have been doing blood tests and taking X-rays these past two days, but we can't find anything. It's like that heart has been growing inside her since she was a child."

"This means... your daughter's condition has never been seen before in medical history. If there is no case, it means we have no experience to deal with any situation that may arise in the future... It could also be a very slow, chronic rejection reaction. I'm making this clear in advance, and I hope you can be mentally prepared."

"Oh, alright."

Lu Xinjian nodded: "Does that mean the surgical results, including the postoperative recovery, are very good?"

"It's very good. It's so good that even a bunch of our chief physicians can't understand it."

"It's okay. If there's any problem next time, I'll bring my daughter here."

Lu Xinjian took a deep breath and said, "It's okay now."

"Then you guys should work harder this month and pay more attention to her physical condition. It usually takes 15 to 30 days for the heart to show obvious rejection reactions. Some people may not show obvious reactions until two or three months after taking the medicine."

The doctor stood up and said, "Please keep a close eye on him in the next few months."

"Ok."

After leaving the office with Lu Xinjian and returning to the ward, I saw Lu Xinmeng holding the notebook, staring at the words on it, as if she wanted to imprint everything in the notebook in her mind.

"Xiao Meng, sister is about to go back!"

At the door, Lu Xinjian waved to the little girl inside: "Say goodbye to your sister!"

"Goodbye, Sister Nuoer!"

The little girl on the bed waved at me and said, "When I get better, I'll vote for your book!"

"Thank you."

I smiled and said, "But compared to that, you should pay more attention to your health, don't overwork yourself, and eat on time."

"I will!"

"Okay, bye then. If you have anything, you can contact me directly in the group."

"it is good!"

"..."

……

After leaving the ward, I carried my rabbit backpack and held my clothes, and took the elevator with Lu Xinjian to the parking lot downstairs.

"Uncle Lu."

When Lu Xinjian drove over, I hesitated for a long time after getting in the car: "Are you familiar with the doctors in this hospital?"

"I am very familiar with their dean."

Lu Xinjian said with some pride: "Old classmates."

No wonder you can find so much information.

"Then... you should be able to find out who my brother's organs were donated to, right?"

"Yes, your brother donated three girls to this hospital, my daughter, and another one to the ophthalmology department, the cornea, and the kidney. However, the child who received your brother's kidney was transferred to another hospital after the operation."

Lu Xinjian turned around and asked: "Do you want to check?"

"It's fine whether you check or not."

Feeling a little confused, I took out my phone and opened QQ. Just as I was about to ask that Grim Reaper girl why she was causing so much trouble for me, the prompt bar indicated that there was a QQ request from someone named "Hiragi Otonome" to add a friend.

[Sister Nuoer, this is my new number! I forgot the password for that number! ]

[I plan to use this number to start over, and work hard like Noer in the book! Then I will write a book and become a writer! ]

As soon as I agreed to the friend request, this "Hiragi Otomé" sent me two long messages in one breath.

Lu Xinjian in front of him coughed dryly: "Then I'll help you check it out when I have time? Then I'll organize it and send it to you."

"Ok, alright, Thanks."

As I was talking, in the slightly swaying car, I stretched out my little hand, clicked on the chat window with "Hiragi Otomeng", and quickly tapped on the phone screen -

【come on! 】

"..."

……

No. 103 This world, the king will take responsibility

I asked Lu Xinjian to drive the car directly to the roadside behind the Xingxing Garden community.

Since Lu Xinjian had been here once before with Elodie, he was very familiar with the route. In addition, Nannai District was sparsely populated and there were not even many traffic lights. So he drove me to the back gate of the community around 1 p.m.

"I heard that you and your brother both came from an orphanage. After graduation, your brother worked outside for a long time while you stayed at home writing novels."

When I got off the car, Lu Xinjian also came out of the cab and looked at me, as if he had a lot to say: "Now your brother... the agreement he signed is to donate his entire body, and you alone..."

"It's okay for me to be alone, and I can't really be considered alone right now."

I turned around and said, "There is another good friend of mine in Elodie's room."

"good friend?"

Lu Xinjian almost blurted out: "What does she do for a living?"

Well...how should I put it? If I say that she is the god of death who is in charge of the life and death of human beings, do you believe it?

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to investigate you."

Perhaps because I didn’t say anything for a while, Lu Xinjian quickly explained: “Because I was so desperate when my daughter was seriously ill. When I heard the doctor’s call saying that the surgery was possible, I really felt like I was saved. I… I couldn’t help but want to investigate.”

"fine."

I nodded. “I understand.”

I did have a lot of formal jobs when I was an uncle - I had a job, and writing novels online was just a part-time job.

Miss Death set me, or rather "Yin Xiamo", as the legal brother of "Yin Shiren". After Lu Xinjian's investigation, he could only get a few vague pieces of information - Yin Shiren had a formal job, and he also wrote novels online.

In addition, he knew the existence of my "sister", and I admitted it myself, so the person who "wrote the novel" must be my sister. The family combination of "Yin Shiren" and I is that the brother usually goes out to work, the sister does housework at home and then signs a contract using the brother's ID card to write novels to supplement the family income.

In a way, that's true, because both of them are me.

Recently, what "I" have done as Yin Nuoer is also in line with this situation - I was alone in a rental house, attending authors' gatherings in order to get the overdue royalties, and going to Mingzhu Building to defend my rights. Because I had used my brother's ID card to sign the contract before and facial recognition didn't work, and I didn't want others to know that my brother was gone, so I had to go to the comic exhibition at the convention and exhibition center and directly find the editor of Miguabao to sign the contract.

It was reasonable for me to choose to work at a comic convention for money. After all, my brother "Yin Shiren" was gone, and I, the "sister", had to stand up bravely and face the cruel social life.

It seems that my fate is quite tragic?

"I really want to care about you. After all, you... ahem, that is, have you been writing novels at home before?"

Under my calm gaze, Lu Xinjian was a little embarrassed. He seemed not very good at dealing with this kind of situation. His tone was a little fluctuating: "I mean... have you ever done other work outside? Is the money at home enough?"

Uh, my dear father, it seems that there is no such thing as “enough” or “not enough” money.

Unless you are speaking to your children as a parent.

"I've worked outside before, as a waiter or something, but I didn't stay in that position for long."