Hearing the other doctors' words, I couldn't help but want to tell the truth, "Actually, I am ..."
Linda came out of the prep room and grabbed my hand. "Today you must donate your heart. Your brother is already in the operating room and you're next."
As she spoke, Linda took out a stack of documents. "I've already signed everything, you just need to get on the operating table."
In the operating room, I saw Hans, who looked extremely weak, making everyone feel sorry for him.
One of the doctor said, "Don't worry, your wife, Dr. Cardel, will make sure you live a long life."
Hans heard the term and didn't refute it, just gave a weak smile, "It's all my fault, making my younger brother sacrifice so much for me." His words were full of guilt, but his eyes at me were full of provocation.
The other doctors, hearing this, thought my brother was kind and I was vicious.
After comforted Hans, Linda ignored my violent struggle and forcibly pushed me onto the operating table. She ordered the anesthetist to quickly inject the anesthesia.
A moment later, my intense struggle finally calmed down.
Linda brushed my cheek, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep you alive."