He Yingdong seemed unfazed by the pain, instead licking his slightly pale lips,
"Donating bone marrow won't kill anyone, this matching rate is only one in a hundred thousand, save her life!"
Haha, she hit the one in a hundred thousand probability, maybe she should go buy a lottery ticket!
Such damn good luck!
"No donation!!" She laughed, laughed with schadenfreude, her face pale, she hated Yan Xiruo, hated He Yingdong.
She wore a smile, but her heart kept sinking, deep into a bottomless abyss.
"You know, He Yingdong, if it were anyone else, I'd donate, just not for her!"
She raised her eyebrows, smiling happily.
A lifetime, go to hell!
Oh, if it were other passersby, she wouldn't be able to donate either. The doctor said her health was poor and weak, she can't get pregnant again, fearing blood loss.
If she donates bone marrow now, her little life might be lost on the operating table.
