"Um, it's a bit tricky." Mentioning this, Zhou Ming's expression clearly turned to pain.
Jiang Yurou's heart tightened, "Is a bone marrow transplant needed?"
Zhou Ming said, "Yes, but we haven't found a matching bone marrow donor yet."
Jiang Yurou of course knew how difficult it was to find a matching bone marrow donor. There were so many patients in the world, but very few were ultimately cured, which showed the difficulty of it all.
"Don't worry first, we will find one," Jiang Yurou consoled.
"Mhmm."
Then the nurse came in to administer an injection. Due to the medication, Zhou Lezhi soon felt her head grow heavy and fell asleep.
Jiang Yurou walked over to cover her with a blanket, looking at her pale face, and felt a pang of distress in her heart. She had been fine before, yet in just over ten days, she had changed so much.
Sometimes illness really strikes without warning, catching people off guard.
