As the plane took off, carrying that young man away after he had finally completed his journey through North America,
Several days after the Golden Iris incident ended,
Minneapolis, at that private hospital,
In the bright, bustling corridors of the diagnostic building on a weekend, a beautiful blonde woman stared at the doctor before her with reddened eyes in disbelief.
"Really... really?"
"Yes. We've found a suitable heart donor for him and can schedule the surgery."
The doctor standing before her answered with a relieved sigh. Closing the medical file in his hands, he kindly suggested,
"As for the surgery costs, Eisenm has just introduced relief subsidies and preferential loans for organ transplants. You can try applying for them."
"Thank you... thank you, thank you, thank you... thank you."
The moment she heard his answer, tears burst from her eyes. Her throat tightened with emotion, and all she could do was repeat her thanks.
At last, she no longer had to helplessly watch that person leave forever. At last, she no longer had to fear that he would vanish from this world in the next second.
As her tears shattered like petals, hope finally emerged from despair.
She ran toward the hospital room ward as if flying.
At that same moment, brushing past her, was another blonde lying on a hospital bed being wheeled toward the operating room.
A well-behaved-looking little girl looked at the beautiful woman walking beside her bed.
"Serica... will I die from this surgery?"
Her voice was gentle and sweet, carrying a maturity far beyond her age beneath its softness. Perhaps the anesthesia had started taking effect early; she sounded weak and dreamy, like she was talking in her sleep.
"No. You'll be cured."
Walking beside the bed, Serica calmly denied it as she looked at