People with this genetic disease are born with fewer platelets than ordinary people, and when they grow up, they will have severe blood clotting disorders, and a small wound of ordinary people may die due to excessive blood loss.

In other words, Wen Xili was born with familial leukemia, a genetic disease that made him judged by doctors to live no more than 30 years old as soon as he was born, and even if he was kept in a greenhouse, he might eventually die of other complications due to intra-organ hemorrhage.

Over the years, the Wen family has spent countless financial and material resources in order to find the bone marrow that can match Wen Xili, but after all, it is a genetic familial genetic disease, which cannot be solved casually by modern technology.

However, Wen Xili was lucky and met her ginger wine.

Her blood could not only save him, but even, cure him of a terminal illness.

Their matching degree has reached more than 99 percent.

In this world, only her ginger wine can save him Wen Xili, whether he wants it or not.

Jiang Jiu walked over slowly, stood in front of the sofa, and watched the man's face become more and more pale.

The doctor wrapped gauze around his hand and pressed his palm hard, but there was still a steady stream of blood spilling from the edge of the gauze and falling to the ground, ticking.

If this continues, one day, he may actually die.

Ginger squatted down beside the man's lap and raised his eyes to look at his face.

Then let him die.

She thought coldly, without emotion.

If you want to marry someone else's Wen Xili, it is better to die.

Perhaps her vision was too obvious, and the man who had been closing his eyes and not speaking slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes that were much deeper and darker than ordinary people matched her.

He looked at her with a blank face, as if he were looking at the air.

Even at this point, he was unwilling to be kind to her, even if he showed softness to her a little.

Jiang Jiu couldn't help but chuckle, squatting there to support his face, smiling brightly and brightly: "Wen Xili, Jiang Caiwei saved you once, you have to make a promise, and when the time comes, I will save your life, do you want to be a cow and a horse for me?" ”

The man looked at the gloating smile on her face, and there was no emotion on that noble face, only coldly and ruthlessly spit out one word to her: "Get out." ”

He was tired of her attitude, and he had reached the point where he didn't even want to say anything more to her.

This dog guy is still dead.

Anyway, there is no Wen Xili, her ginger wine is still in Rongcheng to be windy and rainy, and when he waits for his eight years, he should be fed to the dog.

With her appearance and family background, she wants no man, and she can't coerce and lure a man with a bad brain.

The more ruthless she thought in her heart, the better the smile on her face.

She smiled and said, "It seems that Gongzi Wen is not only sick physically, but also mentally ill. If I get out like this, your mother will faint from crying. As a child, let the parents send the white-haired people to the black-haired people, this is the real shamelessness. ”

Wen Xili understood, she was looking for him for the matter of the Royal Mansion a month ago, after all, this woman is such a blind eye, he has already understood her mouth.

The blood loss made him feel depressed, and he was too lazy to take care of the ginger wine, but his mother had to come and kick it again.

Mrs. Wen sobbed aggrievedly: "Xiaoli, the wine is right, if you are disobedient, your mother will cry and faint to you." ”