"Doctor, what did you want to see me about?"
Wang Hao came out and asked, puzzled.
"I wanted to briefly discuss Ya Ya's condition with you. Her illness has only been temporarily controlled, but we cannot neglect her like before. Otherwise, she definitely won't live to adulthood!"
In other words, Ya Ya's illness is now like a ticking time bomb, which made Wang Hao's heart sink.
At such a young and tender age, to be entangled and even devastated by illness is indeed somewhat cruel for a child.
"This is still an optimistic projection. It means she cannot fall ill again. If she does, the chances of her surviving are almost zero."
The doctor's following words struck Wang Hao like a bolt from the blue.
"Is there really not a single person in the whole country who can match Ya Ya's bone marrow?"
Wang Hao asked.
