Qing Chen needed time, he needed more time to recover from his injuries.
Zhang Mengchan pondered for a moment, glanced at the sleeping Qing Chen, then called Lao Luo: "Please come over."
When Lao Luo was personally guarding the building, Zhang Mengchan ran all the way to the illicit clinic in the Ninth District. He hesitated for a long time, and finally pushed the door open and went inside.
"Hello, I want to ask, do you sell eyeballs here? I want to transplant an eyeball," Zhang Mengchan said.
The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: "Eyeballs? Eyeballs are very valuable, kid, do you have money?"
"I do," Zhang Mengchan said stubbornly: "Do you have eyeballs that can be transplanted?"
The old doctor said: "Then, I need to draw blood for testing first, then send your compatibility to see if anyone is selling."
The little boy struggled for a long time: "Isn't there anyone who donates?"
