At that time, I was extremely depressed, to the point of despising the world and having thoughts of death for a final resolution.
But then, my aunt appeared.
My aunt was the second person my father loved the most, besides my mother.
Upon learning about my condition, and knowing my father's inaction, my aunt slapped him right there and then. Afterward, she took me away.
My aunt was pregnant.
My aunt, a gynecological expert and a medical authority, used her knowledge to modify genes and finally produced a test-tube baby whose genetic match with me was nearly one hundred percent. Then, she used this baby's umbilical cord blood to revive me.
Actually, when the test-tube baby was at four months in my aunt's womb, she already extracted the umbilical cord blood for me. At the time, she intended to terminate the pregnancy after collecting the blood.
However, in the end, my aunt's heart softened, and she chose to continue the pregnancy until the test-tube baby was born.
