Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 362

The medical staff pushed out a bed, on which Lorenzo was lying with his eyes close, looking quite weak, nothing like the Chante Group's president in his days of brilliance.

"How is he?" Angela asked.

The doctor replied, "We have changed his heart, and he needs another week in hospital to observe if there's severe rejection. If not, he could go back home then. But he should take the antirejection drugs on time."

"Thank you so much." Angela sighed with slight relief.

This time dad had his heart changed, he should not suffer from cardiac disease anymore.

"You are welcome. It's our duty." The doctor sighed, "You ought to thank the one donating his heart. He worked on a construction site when he fell to his death accidentally, yet the employer didn't say a word about the compensation ... His father is a peasant-worker, and he lives a tough life anyway."

"Could you please give me his contact details?" Her father didn't need to worry about the cardiac problem anymore. However, another man lost his life instead...

The doctor shook his head, "I don't have it either. Nevertheless, he is now on the bed outside Ward 1423, and you can go and have a look."

Having thanked him over and over, Angela went out with Luna to buy a bouquet of flowers and then walked to Ward 1423 together.

Hospital beds scattered across the corridor, people with glazed eyes on them, who were alive, but seemingly dead.

Most of them had families by their side, though also with sullen looks; the rest were even all alone, without anyone looking after them.

Outside Ward 1423 laid a bed on the left side of the door. A large part of the bedsheet was covered in blood, and on it sat a peasant worker with dark skin.

He was in his work clothes of the construction site, which had been stained with plenty of mud and blood, with tears streaking his skinny face.

Angela approached him holding the bouquet but could speak even a letter though she had prepared her words of thanks on the way.

In contrast, the peasant-worker wiped his tears upon seeing her, and opened his mouth ahead of her, "Benefactress, I see you again! Why are you here?"

Luna turned to Angela.

After pondering for a moment, Angela managed to recall that she realized her gift on the last birthday and donate the money to a peasant worker. After that, she had met the peasant worker once in a hospital when he appreciated her on his knees.

"... The man passed away is your son?"

The peasant-worker wiped his tears and sobbed, "It's my youngest son! He was just admitted by a university, and insisted to work on the construction site with me to pay his tuition during the winter vacation!"

"No matter how hard I dissuaded him, he didn't listen. So I took him ... with me ... God knows why the scaffold was not fixed firmly. Then he fell down, and was sent to the hospital ... I couldn't ... afford the cost of ... emergency treatment ... he died ...."

He wailed while covering his face with two calloused hands stained with mud.

Watching this, Angela also felt miserable, "I'm sorry for your loss."

It had been quite a while before the peasant-worker stopped crying, "A dead person couldn't come to life. I know it. It's just, I don't know how to tell his mother about it! He was all right when ... when leaving home, but just a moment ...."

Then he choked up.

Luna opened her bag, took out a few tissues, and handed them to him.

Waiting until he almost calmed down, Angela comforted him for a time before finally said, "Your son's heart has been devoted to my father. I appreciate it."

She bowed deeply, expressing her gratitude solemnly.

The father hurried to lift her up, "You're welcome! You're welcome! One good turn deserves another. Last time you helped me, and now my son helped your father. It's fairly ... a requital."