He Yingdong didn't seem to feel any pain. Instead, he licked his slightly pale lips,
"Donating bone marrow won't kill you. This kind of matching rate is only one in a hundred thousand. Save her life!"
Ha, she even hit the one in a hundred thousand chance. Shouldn't she go buy a lottery ticket then!
What incredible luck!
"No donation!!" She laughed, a gloating smile on her pale face. She hated Yan Xiruo, hated He Yingdong.
With a smile on her face, her heart kept sinking, sinking into a bottomless abyss.
"You know, He Yingdong, if it were someone else, I'd donate. But for her, I absolutely won't!"
She raised her eyebrows and smiled happily.
A lifetime, go to hell with it!
Oh, if it were another passerby, she couldn't donate anyway. The doctor said her body was frail and weak, she couldn't get pregnant again due to the risk of blood loss.
If she were to donate bone marrow now, she feared her little life would be left on the operating table.
