Zhao Xiaohui closed the door of the sickroom and walked up to Zhu Xiangxiang, then "plop," she knelt down before her.
Zhu Xiangxiang looked coldly at her: "What are you doing? Playing the victim?"
Zhao Xiaohui shook her head: "When your brother was eight years old, he got leukemia. For the past four years, I've been borrowing money everywhere to treat his illness, so much so that our relatives run away when they see me. The doctor says that we need to find a suitable donor from the bone marrow bank for Yangyang to have a good chance of getting better. But I've been waiting and waiting for four years, and it's never Yangyang's turn. He can't wait any longer, and then you appeared. You are Yangyang's biological sister, and only you have a match for him. This is the last time I beg you. As long as you agree to donate bone marrow to Yangyang, I promise I will never show up again and won't disturb your life."
