How could all of them fail?
Isn't it said that the success rate is higher for direct relatives?
Why... why didn't Hen Meixin and Lai Qinghuan's bone marrow match?
All kinds of doubts flashed in his mind. Mu Jingxi couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it, and mostly found it unbearable.
Seeing this, his face grew paler and gloomier. The doctor continued, "Third Young Master, right now, the only option is to quickly find a bone marrow that can match Miss Qiao's for transplantation. With chemotherapy, Miss Qiao can hold on for a while longer..."
Walking out of the doctor's office in a daze, as he was about to enter the ward, he changed direction and left straight away.
Downstairs at the hospital, his tall silhouette exuded infinite loneliness and solitude.
A cigarette was held between his fingertips, its sparks flickering, and white smoke rose slowly.
When Qiao Ran arrived, she saw from afar Mu Jingxi standing under a tree, exhaling smoke.
