Chapter 1842: The choice of war desert (1)

# 1842 war desert choice (1)
At the same time, on the high seas, luxury cruise ships stopped on calm seas.
After Zhan Jiaer was lethargic, Professor Meister made an emergency rescue for her.
Although her situation had stabilized, what Professor Maester told Zhan Mo was still in her ear.
"One year, only one year left. If Mo Shao can't find a heart that suits Miss Jiaer, I'm afraid Miss Jiaer will ...
However, if there is no suitable heart, there is another way to get some time for Miss Jiaer.
Do you remember the way I told you not long ago? Find a close relative, preferably a female, and take a bone marrow injection into Miss Jiaer's heart wall.
Because Ms. Jiaer's heart was damaged by her mother-in-law, this method can no longer successfully guarantee that Ms. Jiaer will live for more than ten years and wait for technological updates. However, there may be hope for this method to last a few years.
The heart, or bone marrow, is indifferent ... you better make a decision this morning. Once we have decided, return to country M and we can perform the surgery. "
Professor Meister is a medical madman, the beacon group can provide him with the best medical laboratory, and he himself hopes to overcome all the medical problems in the world.
Therefore, for him, doing a very careful and delicate heart surgery is exactly what he wanted.
Therefore, even using the bone marrow of a child or the heart of a living person is nothing but a contribution to the advancement of the medical cause for him.
After Professor Mestre had said that, he went out, leaving space for Zhan Mo.
Quiet in the room, only the medical equipment around the big bed made 'click', 'click' sounds.
At this moment, Zhan Mo was sitting on the sofa at the end of the bed.
The tall man was deeply trapped in the sofa.
He rested his elbows on his knees, and buried the cold and ruthless face deeply between his hands.
At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.
He has too many things to consider--
The life of my sister's life, his promise to Ruan Mengmeng, bone marrow and heart, too many choices.
And just now, when Zhan Jia'er heard her blurt out when she didn't live long, she fell heavily on Zhan Mo's heart like a heavy stone.
"Brother ... I hurt so much ... I, I want Ruan Mengmeng ... I want her heart ..."
This was the only thing Zhan Jiaer said before she was unconscious.
In Zhan Mo's life, he probably won't forget that moment, when Zhan Jiaer's face was pale and she couldn't cry.
Her innocent little face showed a twisted expression.
Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was just she was too scared.
When faced with life and death, a person is instinctively afraid.
Zhan Mo tried to find excuses for her sister, who was pure as an angel, in her heart.
However, in the bottom of my heart, there seemed to be a voice telling him.
Everything is nothing but his wishful thinking and self-deception.
...
"Um ... brother, brother ..." Zhan Jiaer's weak mosquito voice came at this time.
Hearing her sister's voice, Zhan Mo raised her dark eyes and looked at the girl who had just woke up.
Lying on the bed, the girl with pale and bloodless face, pulled up the corner of her lips, and squeezed a ugly grin that was more ugly than crying.
As she laughed, Zhan Mo saw with her own eyes that a crystal tear rolled down from the corner of Zhan Jiaer's eyes.
(End of this chapter)