Chapter 362 He Lives a Tough Life Anyway.


    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?" Ang 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." Ang sighed with slight relief.


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


    "You are wee. 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 identally, yet the employer didn''t say a word


    about thepensation ... 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, Ang 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 zed 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 1423id a bed on the left side of the door. Arge 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.


    Ang 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 Ang.


    After pondering for a moment, Ang managed to recall that she realized her gift on thest 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, Ang 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''te 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, Angforted 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 wee! You''re wee! One good turn deserves another.


    Last time you helped me, and now my son helped your father. It''s fairly ... a requital."


    In contrast to what he was saying, he choked with sobs on the halfway, "The god damn boss, in order


    to save the cost, he even used a scaffold of poor quality. It''s ... it''s a contempt for the human life."


    "In that case, please give me your cellphone number, and I will find awyer for you to sue the owner of


    the construction site," Ang suggested.


    With that, the father thanked her repeatedly and even kneeled down to kowtow.


    Ang and Luna rushed to help him up.


    "It''s not a big deal, so please don''t do that," Luna said. "Instead, your son did do us a big favor this


    time. If there''s anyone needing to be grateful, it would be us."


    The senior sighed, "Before my youngest son died, he said he longed to donate all his organs ...."


    He could barely go on as he was nearly crushed.


    "I''m so sorry." Ang took out a bank card, "I''ll send the password of the bank card to youter. It''s


    enough to support you and your wife. Please don''t go on working."


    At the sight of the card, the father red up instantly, "I''m doing a good deed, not to sell my son''s body!


    Why are you paying me?"


    "Please don''t get her wrong, mister. My sister gave you the money out of the empathy for your hard-


    working, and otherwise she meant nothing for sure." Luna tipped Ang a wink to let her take the card


    back as she exined to the father.


    Instead of taking it back, Ang extended her hand to the front of the father. "I don''t mean you are


    selling your son''s body, but nowadays it costs a lot to get married in the countryside. You said he''s your


    youngest son, which means you have other sons, right?"


    "Without selling the dead body, my sons could also get married! If you insist to give me the money, I will


    be annoyed!" the father said with fury.


    Luna red at Ang with a frown, and she could only put the card back.


    "You find awyer for me and let him seek justice for my son, which is the best thing you can do in


    return for his heart!" Seeing her put the card back, the rage on the father''s face dispersed but was


    reced with bitterness.


    After she wrote down the father''s phone number and found amodation for him, Ang finally


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    returned to Lorenzo''s ward along with Luna.


    "Get out! I don''t want to see you!" Lorenzo was sitting on his bed drinking water, and seeing Ang


    enter the room, he changed to a glum look on his face.


    Luna interceded, "Dad, nobody wants to see mom''s death, and we can''t me this on Ang!"


    "Get out! Did you hear me?" Lorenzo, gasping for air, hurled a cup at Ang.


    Ang jerked her head and dodged the cup before she said impassively, "Now mother has gone, but


    you haven''t changed a little bit, passing the buck to others habitually no matter what happens."


    The cup dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces.


    He blushed furiously and struggled to his feet while trembling before he grabbed a vase to fling.


    "Put down the vase, and I will go." Without one more nce at him, Ang turned back and walked


    out. "Unless you die, I would not see you again."


    Watching her receding figure, Lorenzo turned stunned after being furious, and atst, got overwhelmed


    by an ocean of misery and regret.


    He dropped the vase on the bed and flopped down on the ground feebly.


    With all he had done, he just wanted to prove to Elva that it was not a mistake for her to choose him!


    But now she''s not here anymore, why did it matter how much he had done or how well was he doing?


    One thing would never change: she hated him till the end of her life!


    "Dad ...." Luna frowned, approaching him to lend support.


    Lorenzo wrenched from her hands and said exhaustedly, "Leave me alone. You can also leave now


    since I need some time alone."


    "Then have a good rest." With a sigh, Luna opened the door and walked out.