I was forced to donate two hearts
My parents gave birth to me only to extend my brother's life. Later, I met Wendy Wat and married her. She saved me from the abyss of begging for affection. I thought she would be different from my parents.
But after my brother fell ill, she stubbornly hoped I could donate a heart to him. But she didn't know I had long been left with only one heart. And my other heart was with her.
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"It's just one heart, why are you so selfish? Weren't you born to keep your brother alive?" My hand was tightly gripped by Wendy.
I said helplessly, "But I want to live too. Without a heart, I will die."
Wendy's expression stiffened, then she continued, "You have two hearts, even if you give one, you still have another, you can live. But your brother is different, without your heart, he will die." She ignored my struggle and pushed me into the preparation room.
I helplessly tried to explain, "I only have one heart now. Didn't you see the test results?"
Wendy didn't listen at all. "Who knows what you did to avoid donating? Maybe you even bribed the people in the examination room." Wendy thought I bribed the medical staff to alter the report.
I defended myself, "No, Wendy, I had surgery when I was a child, I already donated one heart."
"Enough, Alan, it's just to save your brother, why are you so stubborn?" Wendy directly cut me off.
"I'm not lying, my heart is in you," I pleaded.
Wendy didn't listen to a word I said and walked straight to my brother's prep room. At this time, the other doctors in the prep room also froze.
Then someone spoke, "Talking about love at a time like this is disgusting."
"Your brother is on the verge of death and you are here telling disgusting love stories to your sister-in-law."
Only our families knew about my marriage to Wendy. None of Wendy's colleagues knew me.
Since Wendy handled all of my brother's hospitalization procedures, everyone in the department thought my older brother was her husband. And Wendy never explained.
"Exactly, instead of saving your brother, you're seducing your sister-in-law."
"It's a waste for your heart to stay in your body."
Hearing the other doctors' words, I couldn't help but want to tell the truth, "Actually, I am ..."
Wendy 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, Wendy 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 Toby, who looked extremely weak, making everyone feel sorry for him.
One of the doctor said, "Don't worry, your wife, Dr. Wat, will make sure you live a long life."
Toby 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 Toby, Wendy 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.
Wendy brushed my cheek, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep you alive."
Wendy's mentor had performed heart transplants before, so she was confident she can keep me alive. She said, "After your brother recovers, the whole family will accept you and I will stay by your side."
Wendy and her colleagues carried out the surgery nervously but orderly.
After a long time, Wendy took a heart out of my body.
Before she could take a closer look, she rushed into Toby's operating room with my heart.
My chest lay open, my body lying alone on the operating table.
The sharp alarm of the monitor startled the watching doctor. "How did he die? Didn't they say he had two hearts?"
One of Wendy's colleagues felt puzzled, "You even believed Dr. Wat's joke?"
"It's good that he died, after all the bad things he did, not saving Dr. Wat's husband and even trying to seduce Dr. Wat." Another colleague replied.
"Then what should we do now? He's dead, just wait for someone to collect the corpse. If no one claims him, the morgue will handle it." After speaking, all the doctors left the operating room.
Wendy devoted herself to Toby's surgery. Although she was confident, it was her first time performing a heart transplant on a patient.
Fortunately, a few hours later, she successfully completed the surgery. After finishing the surgery, Wendy followed Toby back to his ward.
After Toby was settled, she finally thought of me. Just as Wendy wanted to return to the operating room to check on me, she ran into a colleague who had assisted earlier, "Where is my husband?"
The colleague thought for a moment and answered, "Didn't he already come back? Don't worry, after surgery someone will watch him. The nurses will take care of your husband."
Wendy didn't think too much about the oddity in the words and instead felt her colleague was right. With her influence, the nurses would surely keep an eye on me. So Wendy returned to her office to continue working.
A day later, Toby woke up. Wendy stayed by Toby's side, "Toby, you're finally awake."
When Toby woke up and saw Wendy, he cried excitedly.
Wendy stepped forward to hug Toby, "Don't worry, the surgery was very successful. Your heart will not have any problems in the future."
Toby touched his heart. Thinking that the disease that had plagued him for years was finally gone, he kept hugging Wendy and crying.
While warning him not to let his emotions fluctuate too much, Wendy gently patted his back to calm him.
The nurses in the department teased Wendy seeing this scene, "Dr. Wat treats her husband so well."
Wendy froze when she heard this. She thought of me still lying in another room and hurried to explain, "You're mistaken, he's not ..."
Toby timely covered his heart and interrupted Wendy's words.
Wendy could only pat his back, "I told you not to cry. What you need to do now is rest more to recover."
Maybe because of seeing Toby like this, Wendy suddenly remembered me. It seemed she hadn't seen me since the surgery, "Toby, you rest well, I'll go check on Alan." As she spoke, Wendy was about to get up.
But Toby suddenly grabbed Wendy's hand, "I secretly did the surgery without telling my parents. Now is a critical recovery period, without someone with me, I'm afraid I won't recover well."
Seeing Toby's pale face, Wendy softened.
Thinking the doctors and nurses would take care of me out of respect for her, she felt relieved again.
"Alright, I'll stay with you a few more days." After seeing Wendy sit down, Toby slowly closed his eyes.
In the morgue, the orderly stared at my corpse, troubled, "It's been two days and no one has come to claim him. What should we do?"
Another orderly was cleaning up, "What are you looking at? Finish up quickly and we can leave early." So the two of them casually threw my body into a bag together.
One of them said, "Judging by how miserable he looks, he probably wasn't a good person anyway."
"Good person or bad, once they're cremated, they're all the same."
"True, but it's still a pity, he was so young."
***
Two more days passed. After seeing Toby mostly recover, Wendy finally remembered to check on me.
She walked to my hospital room and saw it completely empty. A nurse was tidying up the bed.
"Where's the patient from this bed?" Wendy asked.
The nurse looked up and saw it was Wendy, "The patient was discharged."
Hearing the nurse's words, Wendy felt a bit annoyed. She thought I had just had surgery, yet didn't stay to recover properly. Where had I run off to?
She took out her phone and dialed my number. But the call never went through.
"Fine, if you have the guts to die out there, don't come looking for me." Wendy stormed back to Toby's ward.
Sensing Wendy's anger, Toby spoke up, "Is Alan very angry, refusing to forgive you? It's all my fault, I'll go explain to him right away, don't let him misunderstand you because of me."
Toby hurried to get out of bed, but Wendy immediately stopped him. "Why care about him? What you need to do now is focus on recovering."
"That way, when you're discharged, Mom and Dad will be happy to hear the good news. As for Alan, he won't die, he's already been discharged," she said.
Wendy recalled how I had desperately begged her before the surgery and she still felt upset.
She couldn't understand why I, as his relative, could be so heartless toward my brother. Seeing Toby always thought of me, she felt even more that I wasn't as good as him.
She thought that since I was so stubborn and insisted on leaving, I could just calm down on my own. When Toby was discharged, it wouldn't be too late to call me back.
In the doctors' office, the colleagues were laughing and chatting. When they saw Wendy walk in, they all immediately went quiet.
Wendy felt something strange. "What were you talking about just now?"
No one answered.
After a while, a colleague came up and hugged Wendy's shoulder, "What else could we talk about? Of course, we were saying how deep the love is between you and your husband."
Thinking about how I was forced to donate one of my hearts, Wendy felt that I truly loved her deeply. Even though it was under pressure, at least I had helped her and saved a life.
Thinking of this, she forgave my sudden disappearance, but she was still angry that I wouldn't answer her calls.
A colleague noticed the melancholy on her face, "Is your husband in a bad mood?"
Wendy stayed silent.
The colleague continued, "He just had surgery, feeling down is normal. You should be more understanding, do something to cheer him up."
Hearing this, Wendy's brows gradually relaxed. She thought of how much I loved the pastries from the shop near home, so she decided to go home after work.
Wendy carried the pastries back to our apartment, "Honey? I bought the pastries you like."
No one responded.
She had just set down the pastries when she saw the divorce papers I had placed on the table a week ago.
The moment she had asked me to donate my heart, I had already decided to divorce her.
?
Wendy stared at the agreement in disbelief. She thought to herself, was it really necessary?
It was just one heart. And he actually dared to propose divorce over this.
Wendy angrily threw the pastries into the trash, "If you don't want this home, then never come back."
At that moment, the phone rang. Wendy picked up her phone.
"Wendy? Where has Alan been lately?" My dad, who rarely called, was asking about me. After all, he usually only ever mentioned Toby.
Wendy thought for a while and realized only my parents could force me to show up. Plus, Toby had mostly recovered by now. So she told my dad about Toby's surgery.
My parents rushed to the hospital overnight. At the first sight of my parents, Toby couldn't stop his tears.
After the three of them cried together for a while, my parents asked about me, "Where's your younger brother? You're in the same department and he hasn't come to see you yet?"
Toby hesitated. "He's already been discharged."
My mom hugged Toby, "Discharged? His body's pretty strong, doing surgery and leaving just days later, not afraid of dying out there."
My dad quickly stopped her. "What are you saying? Even though Toby had surgery, there's no guarantee there won't be future problems. If he dies, what will happen to Toby?"
After hearing this, my mom slapped her mouth repeatedly, "Oh crap! Even if I die, I prefer to die before Toby."
"Don't worry Toby, Mom and Dad will always protect you." Hearing his parents' words, Toby felt a wave of warmth in his heart.
The next day, when Wendy entered the ward, she saw a heartwarming scene of my parents surrounding Toby. She felt it a bit harsh to her eyes, because she had never seen my parents treat me like that.
"Wendy, you're here. Toby's heart is all thanks to you." My parents focused only on thanking Wendy, never mentioning me.
Wendy asked if there was any news about me.
As soon as my parents heard my name, their faces fell, "Why care about him? He's already discharged, meaning he's fine. Better focus more on Toby."
"Toby has always been weak since he was little, while Alan has always been strong as a bull." My parents had always wanted to pair Toby with Wendy, but because of Toby's health, they never said it aloud.
Now that I was out of the picture and Wendy was about to divorce with me, they could finally make it happen.
Before Wendy could say anything, a colleague walked in, "Dr. Wat is so good to her husband, coming to guard him every day."
Hearing this, my parents assumed it was a done deal, while Toby blushed slightly.
But Wendy's face showed anger instead, "Who told you he's my husband?"
The colleague didn't notice Wendy's expression and laughed, "Everyone in the department knows. Don't pretend anymore." After saying that, she hurried off to work.
My parents pulled Wendy aside, "Wendy, since Alan isn't around and everyone thinks Toby is your husband, they'll take better care of him."
Seeing Toby's pale face, Wendy forced down her anger.
Back in the office, before Wendy could find that colleague to ask questions, someone said her mentor had arrived. Hearing this, Wendy quickly ran to the director's office.
The moment she saw EdisonSally, Wendy rushed up and shake hands with him, "Dr.Sally, it's been so many years, how's your health?"
Edison nodded, then smiled and looked Wendy up and down. "I heard you performed a heart transplant. Truly the student surpasses the mentor."
Edison then reminisced about when he had operated on young Wendy and how she had now inherited his legacy as an adult.
Wendy froze in place, "Dr.Sally, what surgery are you talking about?"
Edison hadn't expected such a reaction from Wendy, "The heart transplant surgery, the one you had when you were a child."
The office fell silent for a moment before someone rushed in,
"Dr. Wat, come quickly! The family members at ward 32 are fighting!"
Hearing ward 32, Wendy immediately thought of Toby. She dashed to the ward.
As soon as she entered, she heard someone shouting, "How dare you deny it! My nephew donated his heart to your daughter!"
Wendy rushed forward and separated the two people.
Upon seeing Wendy, Myra, Wendy's mother, her eyes turned red with grievance. The other person, after being pulled apart, pointed at Wendy and shouted again, "It's you! My nephew Alan's heart is inside you!"
Wendy stared at the person in disbelief, suddenly remembering my words, "What's going on here?"
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