Su Yichen hurriedly ran into Wanxi's room, looking at Mo Chuxin holding the child, Wanxi's cheeks flushed, and sweat was dripping on his forehead.

"Quick! Send to the hospital! Su Yichen walked over and picked up Wanxi, Mo Chuxin picked up a blanket and covered the child, and the two walked out.

"Steward Mu, Jing Xing is sorry for you to take care of it." Mo Chuxin said.

"Don't worry, you guys go quickly." Steward Mu pulled Jing Xing and sent him back to the room.

……

It was still early, Min Yansheng had not yet arrived in Qingyuan, Su Yichen picked up the car keys and ran towards the garage to drive, Mo Chuxin waited anxiously at the door with Wanxi in his arms.

The car stopped, Z opened the rear door, Mo Chuxin sat in with the child in his arms, closed the door, Su Yichen started the car and galloped away.

Su Yichen pressed the phone in the car, dialed Ning Zhi's number, the phone was connected, and Ning Zhi's lazy voice came, "Yichen...... I had an overnight surgery last night, is there anything wrong? ”

Su Yichen had a calm face, "Ning Zhi, Xi'er is sick." ”

Ning Zhi: "......"

There was a series of ping-pong sounds on the other end of the phone, followed by an 'oops', Ning Zhi got up from the floor and said into the microphone, "Send to the hospital immediately." ”

"It's already on the way." Su Yichen said.

"I'll be there shortly." Ning Zhi hung up the phone and began to put on his clothes.

Shengshi Private Hospital

Su Yichen hurriedly walked out of the elevator with Wanxi in his arms, Mo Chuxin nervously observed the child's face, Wanxi had been unconscious, and her whole body was hot.

When he arrived at Ning Zhi's office, he hurriedly asked Su Yichen to put the child down, took out a pupil pen to open the child's eyelids, took a photo, and took out a stethoscope to listen carefully.

The nurse measured Wanxi's body temperature, "Dean Ning, the child's body temperature is thirty-nine degrees five." ”

Ning Zhi picked up Wanxi and walked towards the ward, instructing the nurse to prepare relevant medicines for fever reduction as he walked.

Su Yichen and Mo Chuxin followed closely behind, and followed step by step.

In the ward, Wanxi was lying on the hospital bed, with a drip hanging on the back of her small hand.

In the afternoon, the child's fever subsided, Mo Chuxin was by the bedside, and when she heard a gentle mutter, her distracted eyes focused on the child's face.

"Xi'er ......" Mo Chuxin held the child's little hand and kissed it, his face full of worry.

Su Yichen walked over and propped up the edge of the bed, "Xi'er, where is it uncomfortable?" ”

Wanxi's cheeks were still red, and her voice was hoarse after she spoke, "Mommy, Daddy, I'm uncomfortable......"

"Good, baby, Uncle Ning will be able to cure you soon." Su Yichen said.

Mo Chuxin asked, "Xi'er, do you want to drink water?" ”

Wanxi nodded weakly, and Mo Chuxin went to pour water.

At that time, Ning Zhi walked in and saw Mo Chuxin pouring water with his back to him, and gave Su Yichen a look, who knew it in his heart.

Mo Chuxin turned around after pouring water and walked towards the hospital bed, Su Yichen said to her: "You accompany the child first, I'll go and see if there's any news from Ning Zhi."

"Okay." Mo Chuxin helped the child up and fed her water with a small spoon.

Walking out of the ward, Su Yichen saw Ning Zhi's melancholy face, walked over, and followed Ning Zhi back to the office.

The two sat across a desk, Ning Zhi picked up a test sheet and handed it to Su Yichen, "You have to be mentally prepared." ”

Su Yichen frowned, what he said made him feel uncertain, and took the test sheet, which was densely packed with a row of data, and he looked at it carefully until he turned to the last page of the diagnosis book, which was written under the diagnosis and suggestion column:

Diagnosis: aplastic anemia

Recommendation: Initial blood transfusion, or hematopoietic stem cell transplantation

For ten seconds, Su Yichen held the diagnosis and remained motionless, staring at the words on it, he was a little incredulous.

"Yichen......" Ning Zhi's voice pulled back Su Yichen's gaze, and he said 'um'.

"Xi'er is acute, and it belongs to the severe AA of aplastic anemia in the world, so I gave her a blood transfusion first, but this can only alleviate the immediate crisis, and the best treatment is stem cell transplantation. I have already entered Xi'er's sample into the bone marrow bank, and I am comparing it, and I have also sent a copy from the bone marrow bank abroad, and now we are waiting for news. If you don't have the right fit...... "he paused, "you know. ”

Su Yichen put down the test sheet and clenched his hands, "Okay, I know." ”

Ning Zhi nodded, "Let's try it all, maybe, the right match is among us!" ”

This was obviously a tone of luck, Su Yichen got up, "I'll go to make one too." ”

The two left and headed to the collection room.

After collecting the sample, Su Yichen stood in the corridor, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and after connecting, he said, "K?" Tell the brothers to come to the hospital. ”

After Mo Chuxin learned of Wanxi's condition, he also went to the collection room to do a matching, and three days later, depressing news came one after another.

There was no successful match in the domestic bone marrow bank, and five successful matches in the foreign database, and none of the samples collected had a suitable match.

Ning Zhi, who got the news, slammed his fist on the desk, the desktop was dented, he got up angrily, and his hand holding the phone was trembling.

Xi'er has been sick since he was a child, often runs to the hospital, the child is well-behaved and sensible, every time he hugs his neck and cries and doesn't want to get an injection, but when it comes to the injection, he obediently stretches out his little arm and endures the pain with his small mouth.

Although Wanxi's background is unknown, he really likes Wanxi, and now the child is terminally ill, and the only person who can save her is the mysterious father.

Ning Zhi called Su Yichen, his voice was lifeless, "Come to my office." ”

Su Yichen is accompanying Wanxi in the ward, and in the past few days in the hospital, the child has lost weight again, and his eyes, which were already big, are now deeper.

He answered the phone and said to Mo Chuxin on the side: "Ning Zhi is looking for me, I'll go down." ”

Mo Chuxin remembered that it was time for the matching results to come out, and asked sensitively: "Is the matching successful?" ”

Su Yichen smiled slightly and pinched her shoulder, "Maybe, I'll take a look." ”

"I'll go with you, too." Mo Chuxin said anxiously, she was just about to get up, but was held down by Su Yichen, "You can't go, you have to accompany Xi'er." ”

Mo Chuxin looked back at the child on the bed, "Hmm." ”

Su Yichen left the ward and closed the door with his backhand.

The steps under his feet were heavy and staggering, and when he arrived at the door of Ning Zhi's office, he held the doorknob and didn't dare to open this door, he was afraid of hearing bad news, as long as he didn't walk into this door, there was a possibility of a graceful match.

The door was suddenly opened from the inside, Ning Zhi stood inside the door, his face was gloomy, Su Yichen was face to face with him, his face was born from his heart, and he sighed in his heart.

"Come in." Ning Zhi got out of the way, and Su Yichen walked in.

Closing the door, he sighed imperceptibly, and the two sat down, Ning Zhi's words were in his mouth, but they were like a fish in his throat.

After a long time, Su Yichen spoke, "Say it." ”

Ning Zhi raised his head, opened his mouth, and swallowed again.

"Don't ink, say it."

Ning Zhi said helplessly, "There is no suitable match." ”

"......" Su Yichen closed his eyes, the worst result.

Ning Zhi didn't want to see a child just gone, so he asked again the things that couldn't be mentioned back then, "Who is Xi'er's father?" Let him try it! This is the last resort. ”

"No way!" Su Yichen flatly refused.

Ning Zhi's fire flickered, "Su Yichen, with Xi'er's current situation, it will be her fate to live for two months, since you didn't care about it at the beginning, you can't see death now, Xi'er is innocent, she needs a chance to live, Yichen, Xi'er is only four years old, she is too young...... It's so small......"

Su Yichen's eyes were sour, and the hand hanging on his knee was clenched, he was annoyed that he couldn't do anything and couldn't save Xi'er.

He didn't speak, and he didn't react, Ning Zhi was a big man, just tears were in his eyes, and his voice trembled, "Yichen, every minute that Xi'er is awake now is painful, can you really bear it?" ”

Of course, "......" couldn't bear it, he watched her grow up, from her babbling to later staggering, he didn't miss every stage, father and daughter are in deep love, how can he bear it.

Ning Zhi got up, "I'll give you time to think about it, but it's best not to be too long, every minute of your thinking is torture for Xi'er!" ”

He didn't open his eyes until the door closed behind him, and on the table was the examination room, and he watched the handwriting on it, and every stroke was carved into his heart like a knife.

He took out the wallet and opened it, inside was a family portrait of a family of four, Jing Xing smiled brightly, smiled gracefully, he and Mo Chuxin half-squatted behind the child and hugged the two little guys.

After four years, his bony hands gently rubbed on the photo, touching his petite and lovely face, he was thoughtful.

……

Inside the hospital room

Mo Chuxin fed Wanxi the watermelon water she had just squeezed, she couldn't eat solid food anymore, she just checked yesterday, and the mucous membrane of her internal organs had bleeding symptoms, and her daily care was mainly liquid food.

Wanxi vomited after only a few sips, Mo Chuxin was busy wiping the corners of her mouth, watching the child suffer, her heart was like a knife.

"Mommy, I'm in so much pain." Wanxi covered her stomach, and her glutinous voice was small, but it was as heavy as a daughter in Mo Chuxin's heart.

Mo Chuxin smoothed Wanxi's hair, "Wanxi, can your mother read you a story?" Which one should we talk about today? She tried to distract Wan Xi to ease her pain.

"Okay." Wanxi's eyes lit up, "It's time to read "The Snow Queen." ”

"Okay." Mo Chuxin picked up a thick Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale, turned to the page of "The Snow Queen", and read it softly......

The only thing that was quiet in the ward was the sound of reading, the windows were open, the white curtains were gently floating with the wind, Su Yichen stood at the door and watched the child endure the pain, but there was a pure smile on the corner of his mouth, and his heart hurt more and more, she was his daughter, but it was also his.

It is too selfish to let a young child bear the mistakes of adults.

"Ahem......" Wanxi coughed suddenly, Mo Chuxin hurriedly put down the book and patted the child's back, and brought water to her mouth, "Take a sip, Xi'er." ”

Wanxi took a sip, and before she could swallow it, "Wow......" squirted out, "Woo woo...... the child was crying, "Mommy...... Mommy...... I hurt ...... Mommy ......"

Mo Chuxin hugged the child, "Xi'er, I'll call Uncle Ning......" She pressed the bedside pager continuously, and a voice came from inside, "What's the matter with 32 beds?" ”

"Quick, call Ning Zhi quickly!" Mo Chuxin hugged the child and said urgently.

Wanxi's head rested on Mo Chuxin's shoulder, "Mommy...... Am I going to die like Snow White? ”

Su Yichen was stunned, a child of a few years old, he actually thought of death, he turned around and walked to the end of the corridor.

Standing at the window, the wind was light, and he dialed the number that had not been broadcast in four years.

'Toot ...... ......The phone rang seven times in a row, and he counted each one silently in his mind.

"Yichen." A deep, deep voice came.

Su Yichen's deep gaze looked at the mountain in the distance, "Xiao Ye, come back and save Xi'er......"