Zhou Jiahao rushed back on a flight and went straight to the hospital.
"How is my sister?" Zhou Jiahao asked the attending physician directly.
The physician spoke with gravity, "Zhou, her condition is very bad. Two years ago, because of a new drug, her disease was controlled, but now that medicine has no effect on her anymore, and new drugs have not been researched yet."
Zhou Jiahao furrowed his brows, not wanting anything to happen to Yaya. He suppressed the restlessness at the bottom of his heart and asked gloomily, "Is there really no other way?"
"Only by finding a suitable heart as soon as possible will she have a chance to survive. Otherwise, her next fainting spell could be her..." Although the last two words were not spoken, Zhou Jiahao understood the implication.
"She can survive with a heart transplant? I want probabilities," Zhou Jiahao said with utmost seriousness.
