"Brandan..."
A voice sounded from not far away. Brandan Hyde looked up and saw his mother standing not far away, looking at him worriedly.
He rubbed his temples and asked, "When will she probably wake up?"
"The doctor said she should wake up in about three to five days."
Lady Hyde walked over, looking at Brandan's haggard face with distress, "Brandan, you just vomited blood; you should stop moving around. Take a few days to rest, and when Iris wakes up, I'll call you."
Brandan silently shook his head.
"Right now..." He sighed, "Where is there time to rest? I need to find a matching bone marrow for her... I don't believe that heaven would treat her like this, refusing her a chance to live."
"You're going out now?" Lady Hyde was startled, "You can't! You're sick yourself!"
The scene of Brandan vomiting blood last night was still vivid in her memory; how could Lady Hyde bear to let him leave the hospital?
