Lisa's POV:
I lay on the bed and watched the doctors busy around me.
My parents were not far away. They looked at me through the window, their faces full of worry and a trace of admiration.
I turned to look at the doctor beside me. He looked young and upright, but I needed his help.
"So, can I ask my sister to donate her bone marrow to me now?"
I tried my best to speak to him pitifully.
"This medicine is too painful to take. I can't take it. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't want to trouble my sister..."
I almost couldn't breathe because of my sobs.
"But you don't need that much... "I glared at the doctor.
Fortunately, the other doctor was smarter than him and stopped him.
"Don't worry. We'll get your sister to come here as soon as possible to donate it to you," the doctor said with a smile.
