She had also undergone an examination. Given her current physical health, there should be no major issue if she needed to donate bone marrow. What mattered was whether the final match would be suitable. How compatible it would be and whether the recipient's body could withstand it was also a concern.
Of course, there was also the question of whether she, the donor, could endure the pain.
Nowadays, bone marrow is still collected through extraction.
To be honest, claiming that she was not afraid would be a lie, as would be asserting that it wasn't painful. In fact, she was terrified of pain.
"Knock knock..." she knocked on the door and then glanced at the room number. This should be the right room, home to the patient in need of her bone marrow.
The door opened, and a middle-aged noblewoman stepped out. Yet at the moment, the noblewoman was just a worried mother, a mother who had aged prematurely out of worry for her son.
