Please, you must appear

Faced with the woman's urging, the black market doctor frowned.

"It won't help to rush. If too much anesthesia is given, it will affect the heart's activity."

"Then don't use anesthesia!"

The woman glared fiercely at the doctor.

"Can't you see my son is waiting for a heart with his big heart?"

"Besides, this little girl is going to die anyway. Do you care if she's in pain or not?"

"Do it as I say, and I'll give you another fifty thousand if necessary."

The doctor nodded with a smile when he heard there was more money involved. After all, it didn't seem necessary to care about how much pain a dying person was in, it would just mean more sharp screams.

The doctor took out a piece of cloth from beside him and tied it around the little girl's hand to prevent her from struggling.

Logan Nita stared at the doctor with big eyes. She didn't know what a heart transplant was. Those uncles and aunties told her that her brother's wound was infected. If she wanted them to help cure her brother's wound, she needed to give something.

They said it was blood and a heart.

She didn't know what that was, but as long as it could cure her brother, she was grateful to these uncles and aunties.

"Uncle, you don't have to tie up Nita.

Although Nita is afraid of pain, Nita will be very obedient and won't struggle."

"But Uncle needs to be quick. My brother's injury is very serious. I saw my brother bleed a lot."

Nita said with some concern, letting her limbs be tied up.

"Don't worry, it will be very fast." The doctor sneered and plunged the syringe directly into Nita's head.

The blood flow of the child was not very fast, and the blood vessels on his arm were hard to find. Directly inserting the needle into his brain would be much faster. As the tube filled with bright red blood, the doctor looked at the slowly inflating blood bag with an even bigger smile on his face. He glanced at the woman next to him and said, "Mrs Bennet, we can proceed with the surgery once the blood bag is full."

"Okay," Mrs Bennet nodded, squatting down and grabbing the little boy's hand.

"Son, after today, you won't have to be afraid of suddenly dying anymore. After you get your new heart, Mom will take you to eat and drink whatever you want, and then send you back to school. How does that sound?" Mrs Bennet doted on the little boy on the bed, but he looked disdainfully at Nita next door.

"Hmph, if it weren't for staying alive, I wouldn't want this kind of garbage heart that would dirty my body."

"Yes, yes," Mrs Bennet nodded quickly.

"This dirty thing is a reward for her, to have her heart transplanted into my son's body!"

Listening to their conversation, Luke struggled violently again. He shook his head frantically, regret filling his bloodshot eyes. If he hadn't brought Nita to the orphanage, none of this would have happened! It was all his fault! "Mmmph!" Luke forcefully shook the cloth in his mouth. He couldn't let these people succeed. He had to keep Nita alive!

He promised his mother that he would take care of Nita. He used all his strength, and the cloth was finally thrown off. "Let go of my sister!"

Luke let out a loud roar, but the middle-aged man, who was startled, kicked him to the ground. "Keep shouting and I'll take your life first?" The middle-aged man said fiercely.

This was about 100,000 dollars, and he couldn't let this trash mess it up. He picked up a rag and walked quickly towards Luke. He didn't want to make the lady of the Bennet family unhappy.

Luke struggled to arch his waist and hit his head hard on the ground. At this moment, the education he had received, what the man named Father had told him, that he couldn't bow his head, couldn't kneel, seemed unimportant. He just wanted his sister to live. Even if he had to give up his dignity, even if he had to live like a dog. "I beg you, let go of my sister. You want blood, you want a heart, I have it!" Luke roared loudly, afraid that the other party wouldn't hear him. "I beg you, use mine."

Luke pleaded with the people present, willing to die for his sister.

"Bang!" Another kick, Luke flew out and fell into the corner of the wall. "Mrs Bennet said to use whoever's, so we have to use whoever's. If you keep shouting, I'll kill you first.

Don't think I want to keep you begging, I can kill you." The middle-aged man said viciously, picking up the rag and stuffing it into Luke's mouth.

Blood flowed down Luke's head, but the middle-aged man's eyes were only filled with anger. He was even afraid that Luke would break free and he kicked him twice more.

Mrs Bennet looked at the blood on the ground with disgust and covered her nose with a handkerchief.

"Clean up the blood on the ground, quickly," said the woman.

"Yes, ma'am," the middle-aged man nodded and started wiping the floor with Luke's hair.

Mrs Bennet watched as the floor slowly became clean before putting down her handkerchief.

She looked at the blood bag with a frown and asked, "Is it not ready yet?"

"It's almost ready," the doctor smiled and put on his white gloves, beginning to prepare the surgical tools.

Just then, Nita on the hospital bed struggled to open her eyes. Her consciousness was blurred from losing too much blood.

"Is it not ready yet?" she asked weakly.

"Nita, it hurts," she said.

Her face was as white as a sheet of paper, and even her lips had lost their color.

Meanwhile, the blood vessel on her head was still sucking away at her life.

"What hurts? Just endure it," the doctor scolded Nita and placed the surgical knife on the nearby table.

"But it really hurts," Nitawhispered, her voice getting softer and softer.

"If it hurts, good. Keep enduring it, you'll feel more pain later," the doctor said, looking at the full blood bag and nodding at Mrs Bennet, indicating that they could begin.

He reached out and tore off Nita's already thin clothes, then made a ten-inch incision on her skin with the surgical knife.

The flesh was cut open, and blood gushed out instantly.

"It hurts!" Nita clenched her small hand tightly, her eyes widening.

"Shut up!" the doctor scolded, pressing the knife down again.

"Splish-splash!" Blood flowed out, and the white bones of her chest cavity were visible.

As Mrs Bennet gazed at the jumping heart beneath the white bones, greed completely covered her face.

"Quick, cut it out for her, hurry!"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Nita cried out again.

Being cut open alive, even adults couldn't bear it, let alone a child as small as her.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Luke began to struggle violently.

Tears streamed down his eyes, and his head, pressed down on the ground, began to bleed again because of his struggles.

"Help! Help!"

Luke kept shouting, "Someone, save my sister!"

He was desperate, he couldn't protect Nita at all.

He made a phone call to that familiar uncle, would he come?

Would he come and save Nita?

If he didn't come, Nita would really die!

That uncle who was like a father, you must come!

Otherwise, Nita will really die!

Luke looked at the door with difficulty, begging you, please appear quickly, okay?