For seven whole hours, all the hopes and concerns in his heart erupted at this moment.
"Qi..."
He pushed through the crowd and rushed over.
All his joy dissipated in an instant, the excited words stuck in his throat and could no longer come out.
That was not Li Jiaqi.
Yes, it was Yan Xiruo, the same ward, two patients, one exchanged their life for another's.
Yan Xiruo looked very rosy, appearing full of spirit, she looked at He Yingdong excitedly, "Yingdong, the doctor said the surgery was successful, I'm cured!"
She spread her arms, waiting for his embrace.
However, his expression was cold, his anxious gaze swept around, and he grabbed a female nurse beside him.
"Where's the other person?"
"That patient's condition is not very good, the doctors are still trying to save them..."
"Save?"
He suddenly felt weak in his legs, "Just a bone marrow donation, why the need for rescue?"
