Due to multiple myeloma, digestion certainly wasn't good, and nutrition was deficient. Xiao Yazhi's face was only the size of a palm, but her belly had enlarged due to the tumors, and she could only wear loose skirts that covered her stomach, shyly hiding in her father's arms.
Even though she was seriously ill, with her two tiny pigtails, Xiao Yazhi seemed like a sprite, her little eyes lively and endearing, invoking pity. How could a father bear to let such a daughter pass away? Desperate to keep his daughter alive, Father Yazhi earnestly pleaded with the doctor, "Dr. Tan, please, you must perform the surgery on my daughter. I've heard that after the surgery she might not live very long, but I've also read that some have lived to adulthood before passing."
"That is a very rare case and cannot be used as a standard in medicine," Tan Kelin's icy tone doused the patient's family with cold water.
