"Isn't there only one heart?" Django asked. "Can a healthy person donate his heart?"

Seeing that everyone's expression was very serious, he pulled Mu Yinan, who was a doctor, hard, "Mu Yinan, you are talking, is it necessary to cut a small part of the heart transplant?"

Mu Yinan was silent for a while and said, "Will the heart beat even if it is cut? Of course, it is a whole exchange."

"Then... there is no need to choose a healthy child." Django felt that it was very cruel to exchange one life for one life.

"The human heart cannot survive in vitro for a long time, which requires a living person to maintain the vitality of the heart. Therefore, the heart transplant surgery is to completely remove the human heart that has been determined to be brain-death and successfully matched, and implant it into the chest cavity of the desired receptor."

After Mu Yinan explained, Mu Chengfeng said: "There are few people who die in their brains. Not to mention thirty years ago, even now, there are very few people who are willing to donate organs. In addition, they have to match successfully, so the probability is basically zero."

"So grandpa, have you found a suitable matching among living people? That is, Yao Ye?" Mu Zhonglun asked grandpa.

"Yes! I know I'm cruel, but for my granddaughter and my son, I have no other choice but to sacrifice Yao Ye."

Django, who is relatively emotional, relies on rational thinking in everything and does not understand what cruelty is.

He understood his grandfather's approach of choosing a living person to exchange for his heart, but he didn't understand one thing at all.

"Since you have adopted Yao Ye, grandpa, why don't you have a heart transplant directly, but let him live for three more years?"

Mu Yinan guessed, "It should be that he is too young. Among the successful cases of heart transplant surgery, the youngest is eight years old. When Yao Ye was adopted, Xi was only three or four years old. He had the surgery immediately, and the success rate was too low."

After his words fell, Mu Cheng did not refute, which was to acknowledge the statement of Little Pumpkin.

After that, they fell into deep thought and no one spoke for a while.

"The last question," Mussen, who had been hesitating for a long time, finally spoke, "Who is Kesi now?"

This question is actually what everyone wants to know the most, and it is also what everyone is most afraid of knowing.

The old man did not directly answer his question, "Actually, I don't need to say it, you probably have guessed it, right?"

"Grandpa, please tell us who is Kesi now?"

"Who is it?" Mu Cheng opened the curtains and looked at the scenery in the distance, and said in a faint voice, "In my heart, Xishe is my daughter, but this is obviously not the answer you want to hear."

Mu Zhonglun couldn't help but ask: "Is she a clone?"

After hearing Aren's question, Mu Yinan shook his head, "It shouldn't be that cloning cannot change the genes. If Kexi was a cloned person, then she should also have serious congenital heart disease."

"But they look exactly the same."

"I guess," Mu Chengfeng paused for a while before saying, "Koxi may be a person who has been transformed through genetic experiments, so she is so young and has such great strength that she can help me, a drunk adult man, back to the hotel."

"Genetic experimental transformation?" Django was surprised, "That's not with us..."

Although he didn't finish a word, everyone knew what he wanted to say.

Like them, Kossi was not born in humans, but was born in utensils in the laboratory.

"Grandpa, did you and your father create us because of this genetic study of Cosi?" Musenian clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and continued, "We are just a group of test items that will resurrect Mu Kambrian's precious daughter Mu Kesi, right?"

Mu Zhonglun immediately retorted, "What are you talking nonsense about Musenian? We are not clones, so how could we be experimental subjects?"

When questioning, he was actually guilty. In order to increase his confidence, he hurriedly asked Mu Yinan again: "Brother, right?"

Mu Yinan's eyes drooped, and he did not respond to Allen's question.

Without receiving the expected response, Mu Zhonglun became anxious and urged: "Speak, hey! Brother, you shouldn't agree with Mu Sinian's nonsense, right?"

“It’s not nonsense…”

Mu Yinan finally looked up, "To make a girl with congenital heart disease become very healthy and even stronger than ordinary people, such genetic research must require other different test products."

He walked to Mucheng and said, "Grandpa, tell us the truth, are we the people who were tested? Our genes have also been changed, right?"

The old man nodded, "Yes."

In an instant, everyone subconsciously clenched their fists.

Other normal people were born after their mothers' ten months of pregnancy, but they were born in a cold laboratory, like freaks, which made them feel unacceptable.

"I thought Yao Ye was pitiful before, but now thinking about it, we are the most pitiful..." Django smiled self-deprecatingly, "We are also used, we have been a tool long before we were born."

"Little pigeon..."

It was the first time Mucheng saw hatred in the eyes of the little pigeon after so many years. Although he had expected this day to come, he still felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a needle.

He had originally supported his hands on the crutch, but now he had to free up one hand to cover his chest, "I never thought you were tools."

"You haven't thought about it? Maybe, but you did!" Django's heart was bleeding, "Grandpa, I have always loved you very much, and my dad... Although he doesn't admit that I am his son, I always love him very much.

But it turns out that my birth is a joke, not even artificial insemination, I am just a ridiculous test piece. Hahaha, no wonder my father hates me and never looks at me directly.”

As if he thought of something very ridiculous, he smiled again, "I still remember one year when I had my birthday, I cried and wanted my father. Due to your strong request, my father reluctantly took me to the mall, and then...

Hahahaha, he actually forgot me.

Just because of a phone call at work, he forgot me in the mall and made me sit on the bench and wait alone. I waited for a long time. I was so scared, afraid that my father would hate me too much and throw me away."

Speaking of this, Django took a deep breath and tried not to let the tears that burst out from the eyes, "Okay, now I will never be sad anymore. I am just a tool for experiments. I originally wanted too much.

Mu Kamwu is not my father, nothing, and you... Mucheng, you are no longer my grandfather!"

After giving up this, Django no longer wanted to have any relationship with a cold-blooded family like the Mu family. He didn't look at Mu Cheng and turned around and left.

"Hey, Django..." Mu Zhonglun couldn't help calling Django.

Django's footsteps did not pause at all. He opened the door. Before he could take a step, a sweet "little pigeon" suddenly rang out.

The man lowered his head and saw that Xiao Kexi was wearing a pink skirt, which made her face look as pink and tender as peach blossoms, so cute.

"Haha, the little pigeon is really here with my father. I heard from the little brain axe that the little pigeon is back and is looking for you everywhere."
Chapter completed!