No matter how sad, how heartbroken, how disappointed...
In the face of her mother's life and death, nothing else mattered. She couldn't donate blood, but she could still keep vigil outside the operating room.
After waiting another half hour, the surgery was not over, yet her brother had already returned from donating blood.
Looking at her brother's pale and handsome face, Lu Xinbai instinctively stood up, "Brother, are you okay? Why do you look so pale?"
"I'm fine..."
Lu Xinbai: "Brother, how much did you donate?"
"Not much!"
"How much is not much?"
"800CC."
Lu Xinbai: "..."
Calling 800CC not much, does it take being drained dry to be considered a lot?
Lu Xinbai felt even worse because she realized that if she could donate blood, her brother would only need to donate 400CC.
But, but, but...
