Chapter 745 — Whose Kidney Is It?

"It's just... it hurts. Apart from the pain, there's nothing else I feel..." Zhong Yongliang shook his head.

"A wound hurts too. In a few days we'll have the doctors examine you thoroughly." Zhong Fabai said, "An Jianwen's kidney-harvesting ring has been smashed. I wonder how Wei Zhao is doing?"

"Who knows. Better if he were dead!" Zhong Yongliang wanted nothing more than for Wei Zhao to die.

Zhong Fabai nodded. These past two days he had been keeping Zhong Yongliang company in the hospital and had not gone to see Young Master Bing, so he truly had no idea how Wei Zhao was faring.

Footsteps came in fits and starts from the corridor outside the ward—plainly the classmates who had come to visit Zhong Yongliang had arrived. Father and son both fell silent, dropping the subject they had been discussing.

Sure enough, before long a knock sounded at the ward door, and Zhong Fabai rose to open it.

"Teacher Liu, thank you for bringing the whole class to visit Yongliang, thank you all so much! That Yongliang should have a teacher and classmates as fine as you is his good fortune..." Zhong Fabai said gratefully as he opened the door—but before he could finish, his gaze landed on Wei Zhao, standing at Gu Mengyao's side! Zhong Fabai looked as though he had seen a ghost, his eyes going wide: "Gah! You—Wei Zhao—"

"Oh? Uncle Zhong, you were looking for me?" Wei Zhao shrugged at Zhong Fabai, knowing perfectly well what had startled him. By Zhong Fabai's reckoning, he ought to be lying in a hospital bed just like his son; for him to appear here now, it would be a wonder if Zhong Fabai wore any other expression.

"You... you... what are you doing here?" Zhong Fabai had lost some composure. He was a man of some standing, after all, yet he had still lost his composure—because this concerned his son's kidney. If his son's kidney was not Wei Zhao's, then whose was it?

Had Wei Zhao's kidney been harvested or not?

"Oh, I got hurt a few days ago. I'm fine now." Wei Zhao smiled.

Only after hearing this did Zhong Fabai breathe a sigh of relief. But then he thought again—something was off. It had been only a few days since the transplant; how could Wei Zhao be up and about, lively as anything? It defied all logic! Even if Wei Zhao was a Mystic rank expert, wasn't Uncle Zhu still lying in a sickbed?

Wait—he said he was injured a few days ago. Could it be that time he was wounded by Uncle Zhu?

"You... when were you injured?" Zhong Fabai asked instinctively.

"When Uncle Zhu beat me? You didn't know?" Wei Zhao countered.

"Then you... then Yongliang..." Zhong Fabai wanted to ask more, but he suddenly realized that Zhong Yongliang's other classmates were still standing right there, and he was forced to swallow his words. Full of doubts as he was, he could only first invite Zhong Yongliang's teacher and classmates inside! Otherwise, if it roused the police's suspicion, that would be disastrous! There were still police officers patrolling that corridor!

"Welcome, welcome, everyone, thank you for coming to see Yongliang..." Suppressing his doubts, Zhong Fabai ushered Wei Zhao and the others into the ward.

Zhong Yongliang lay on his side in the hospital bed, his face wreathed in smiles as he welcomed his teacher and classmates. He was just about to say a few words of thanks when he suddenly caught sight of Wei Zhao among them, and he froze on the spot!

Hadn't Wei Zhao's kidney been harvested? Then he ought to be lying in a hospital right now—how could he still come visit him? How was that possible?

"Oh, Zhong Yongliang, I hear you're a whole man now, with two kidneys. As long as there's no rejection, you'll be just like the rest of us. Don't go putting any psychological burden on yourself!" Shen Yushu had meant to needle Zhong Yongliang a little, but recalling what Teacher Liu had said earlier, she turned it into consolation instead.

Yet somehow that consolation sounded off no matter how you took it! No rejection, and you'll be the same as us—so what if there is rejection?

"Thank you..." Zhong Yongliang's mind was not on Shen Yushu's sarcasm at all now. Even if Shen Yushu had cursed his mother at that very moment, he would scarcely have felt a thing! His thoughts were fixed entirely on Wei Zhao!

Had Wei Zhao's kidney been transplanted into him or not? And if it hadn't, then whose kidney was in his body now?

Then wouldn't that mean rejection... He suddenly recalled Shen Yushu's earlier words—as long as there's no rejection, you'll be just like us... Was Shen Yushu hinting at something? Zhong Yongliang knew full well how close Shen Yushu and Wei Zhao were! So did Shen Yushu know something?

Was she hinting to him that his kidney was not Wei Zhao's—meaning it would not match, meaning rejection was about to set in?

At that thought, Zhong Yongliang's mind went blank with a resounding boom, and his gaze turned somewhat vacant!

The illusions of before were shattered utterly in that instant. He had foolishly imagined that once he had Wei Zhao's kidney he would become a Yellow rank expert too, but now it seemed that whether his kidney even matched was a question!

Zhong Yongliang did not know how he survived that stretch of time. Not a single word of the comfort his classmates and teacher offered registered; his head was filled entirely with Wei Zhao, his own kidney, and that insinuating remark of Shen Yushu's!

His kidney wasn't Wei Zhao's? By the look of it, most likely not—otherwise, with his kidney cut out, how would Wei Zhao still be so kind as to come visit him? He would sooner have killed him. Yet Wei Zhao had done no such thing; he had come to visit him openly and generously... then wouldn't he be...

Even after the teacher and his classmates had all gone, Zhong Yongliang still lay in bed with a vacant stare, no one knew what he was thinking.

The teacher and classmates assumed that Zhong Yongliang had just had surgery and was too weak to talk, so they thought nothing of it. After a brief look at him, they left the ward.

As Wei Zhao left, he cast Zhong Yongliang a look laden with meaning. This kid's kidney still had not shown a rejection reaction?

Zhong Fabai, meanwhile, was frowning deeply—clearly he too had arrived at that tragic possibility: his son's kidney was not Wei Zhao's! Had the wrong one been transplanted? But An Jianwen's kidney-harvesting ring had been wiped out; finding out whose kidney his son now carried was, for the time being, impossible!

He did not even know whom to hold accountable. Even if An Jianwen had not been arrested, he had surely fled, and there was no way he could get in touch with him.

Zhong Fabai sighed. Why was his son's fate so bitter? He had finally gotten a new kidney, and it wasn't even the right model?

"Dad, why did Wei Zhao come? What's going on with my kidney?" The moment Wei Zhao and the others had left, Zhong Yongliang screamed like a madman: "My kidney—whose is it?"

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