Zhao Xiaohui sat on the ground in a daze, and the nurse came in. Seeing her bloodied head, the nurse was shocked and quickly went to help her up. The nurse, who had overheard the argument, was puzzled and asked, "Isn't she Yangyang's biological sister? Donating bone marrow won't have any negative effects on her body. Why wouldn't she agree to it? I thought it was voluntary."
Although the mother-daughter relationship didn't seem great, saving a life without harming oneself seemed like a worthwhile endeavor.
The nurse sighed, "I'll help you bandage the wound on your head first."
Zhao Xiaohui suddenly grabbed the nurse's hand, anxiously asking, "Can Yangyang wait any longer?"
Understanding her feelings, the nurse softly advised, "There are many patients waiting in the Hematology Department. Finding a suitable match is difficult. Maybe you can try persuading your daughter again?"
Zhao Xiaohui rushed out like a madwoman, but Zhu Xiangxiang was nowhere to be found.
