Chapter 558 Sorry, Mr. Emperor, I Tried My Best

Mu Wanqing's BNP test results came out soon.

Gong Lichuan accompanied her back to the ward, while Ye Yuchen followed Zheng Bo to the office of the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine.

"Doctor, how is Qingqing doing now?"

Ye Yuchen followed Zheng Bo anxiously, eager to learn about Mu Wanqing's situation.

Zheng Bo turned around and handed him the test sheet, "Miss Mu is now suffering from mild heart failure. If her condition continues to deteriorate like this, you will understand without me having to say more."

Hearing this, Ye Yuchen's body suddenly froze.

In fact, he had already guessed the result...

However, after hearing the firm answer from the doctor, it was still hard to accept the facts.

"So...how long does she have?"

Ye Yuchen clenched his fists tightly, holding back the overwhelming emotions in his heart. He almost squeezed out these words through his teeth and asked Zheng Bo, but he didn't want to hear the answer.

Zheng Bo was very solemn and said, "Any time."

For patients with heart failure, all they can do is try to maintain the signs of illness and reduce the pain caused by heart failure. Other than that... they just wait for the heart to be adapted.

"at any time……"

Ye Yuchen repeated Zheng Bo's answer, his voice trembling.

This answer is even more stressful and frightening than giving him an accurate time... She may have an accident at any time and leave suddenly at any time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Emperor, I tried my best." Zheng Bo lowered his head, and the entire office fell into a slump.

When Mu Wanqing's tumor ruptured and she was sent to the hospital, there was no room for improvement in her condition... She is very lucky to be able to persist until now.

"I understand." Ye Yuchen's Adam's apple moved slightly.

If he can no longer find a matching heart... it means that Mu Wanqing will leave him completely.

This time it was real, not just a scare anymore.

There will no longer be the chance of receiving a critical illness notification, but in the end, the person is out of danger; there will no longer be the luck of being sent to the operating room and being able to come out safe and sound.

There will be nothing left.

"Young Master Emperor, please be mentally prepared."

Ye Yuchen left the office in despair. He sat on a bench in the hospital garden with several bottles of spirits at his feet, which he poured into his stomach one by one.

The cold wind of winter twilight was blowing, and Ye Yuchen held the wine bottle tightly, with endless despair and sadness in his narrow black eyes.

"Third brother, why are you here?"

Ye Jingxuan came to the hospital to visit Mu Wanqing, but he couldn't find where Ye Yuchen was, so he wandered outside.

Bo Liang came with him. When he saw Ye Yuchen getting drunk outside, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his bottle, "What's going on?"

He just went upstairs to see Mu Wanqing.

She was fine and still watching Gong Lichuan play games.

Could it be...that he was just trying to show off his strength?

Ye Yuchen raised his eyelids, glanced at Bo Liang coldly, picked up another bottle of wine on the ground, opened it again, "Have you found the matching heart?"

After the words fell, he raised his chin slightly, pointed directly at the mouth of the bottle, and drank half of the bottle in one breath.

The spicy wine entered his throat, burning the walls of his stomach, and his chest even felt hot. However, it did not relieve Ye Yuchen's sorrow, but instead made his mood even more unstable.

"No." Bo Liang pursed her lips, "There are not many people with Rhnull blood type, let alone donors."

Hearing this, Ye Yuchen snorted lightly.

He raised the bottle again and poured the remaining half bottle of liquor into his stomach. His eyes were slightly narrowed and a little blurred.