The sky was overcast, and the gray clouds were pressed low.

Jincheng hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and the rainy season in the south always rains non-stop.

It rained all morning, and in the afternoon it was pouring down.

In such a heavy rain, even if the driver turns the wipers on the highest gear, there is still a "waterfall" in front of the windshield.

"Dididi!"

Car horns blazed one after another, and the vehicles on the road had to slow down and move slowly at the speed of a turtle.

"What's going on? I've been stuck in traffic for two minutes." Zhu Wuwu looked at the time, and his heart was so anxious that he couldn't do it.

Half an hour ago, the kindergarten teacher called and said that Xiaoqingtuan had a fever and asked her to quickly pick up the child and take her to the hospital.

Zhu Wuwu put down the phone and came out without a moment's delay, if there was no traffic jam, she should have arrived a long time ago.

"Buzz!"

The phone vibrated a few times, and Zhu Wuwu answered the call: "Hey, have you arrived? How is the child now?"

On the other end of the phone, Mo Sihan's voice came: "I received the bell from the child and went to the Lydi Hospital."

"Okay, got it, it's a bit congested on the road, I'll get there as soon as possible."

"It's just a fever, you don't need to worry too much, drive slowly."

"Well, hang up."

Seeing that the congested road section was still surrounded by water, Zhu Wuwu had no choice but to keep honking.

Hospital.

Outside the waiting room, Mo Sihan paced back and forth in the hallway.

He didn't understand that the child was just a fever, why did Dr. Bai bring it in for so long to be checked?

The waiting time was the most grinding, Mo Sihan looked at the time again, he always felt that every minute in the hospital seemed to be a long time.

Mo Sihan watched a doctor walk in, and after a while, he always felt very uneasy.

Did the child burn badly?

Mo Sihan's heart throbbed uneasily, and his clenched fists made a sound.

He grabbed a nurse and asked, "How is the child?"

"Mr. Mo, the doctor is still examining, please wait." The nurse was kind and comforting.

Obviously, Mo Sihan's patience had almost been exhausted.

Mo Sihan called Dr. Bai directly: "Dr. Bai, is the child burning badly? How many degrees?"

"39 degrees."

Dr. Bai tried to be calm, but there was still nervousness in his tone.

Mo Sihan naturally heard something strange in his voice.

His heart chuckled, and a terrible premonition suddenly rose in his mind.

Dr. Bai is the vice president of the hospital, and what kind of illness he has never seen can not be a minor illness that can make him nervous.

Mo Sihan frowned, and said with a serious expression, "What's wrong with the child?"

"Mr. Mo, don't be in a hurry. Otherwise, I'd better go out for a trip."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

As soon as Mo Sihan hung up the phone, he saw Zhu Wuwu running over panting.

"Mo Sihan, child...... How's it going?" I wish you no worries with your hands on your hips and panting desperately.

Mo Sihan saw that her whole body was wet, like a chicken in the soup that had been drenched in the rain, and complained, "Why don't you bring an umbrella?"

"Don't talk about this, what about the Little Youth League?" I wish no worries to breathe, and my worries about the child are all written on my face.

Mo Sihan patted her on the back and comforted her, "Doctor Bai has taken the child in for a check-up."

Zhu Wuwu also asked, "How long has it been?" Why did it take so long to check?"

"I don't know."

Zhu Wuwu analyzed the cause of the onset of Xiaoqingtuan: "Could it be that she kicked the quilt again when she slept last night and caught a cold? Or did a child in the class catch a cold and infect her?"

"Don't guess."

As he spoke, Dr. Bai pushed open the door and walked out, "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo

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The two hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Doctor Bai, how is the child?"

Dr. Bai frowned and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose with concern in his eyes, "Further tests are needed. I'm not afraid you're worried, so I'll come and talk to you first."

Mo Sihan's sharp eyes stared at Doctor Bai, and his expression was slightly serious: "Is the child okay?"

"It shouldn't be anything. However, it is difficult to say until the specific test results are available." Dr. Bai's tone was full of caution.

Zhu Wuwu also heard from Dr. Bai's words that the child is by no means as simple as a fever.

Zhu Wuwu's heart was beating wildly, she suppressed the trembling of her voice, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean, Doctor Bai?" Isn't the little youth group a fever caused by a cold?"

"At present, the child's illness may be much more serious than a cold and fever." Dr. Bai frowned.

A bad thought suddenly flashed through Zhu Wuwu's mind, which made her almost unable to stand on her feet, if Mo Sihan hadn't helped her in time, she would have fallen.

The blood in Zhu Wuwu's body is cold, and the continuous cold air extends along the blood to the limbs.

Mo Sihan's heart was also very anxious, but he tried his best to pretend that it was okay: "It's going to be fine, let's not scare ourselves."

Dr. Bai also persuaded him, "Mr. Mo is right, the child will be fine."

After saying that, Dr. Bai hurriedly said a few words and turned to leave.

The air conditioner above his head was turned on very loudly, and Zhu Wuwu's lips were shaking, his hands were shaking, and his whole body was shaking.

"Are you cold?" Mo Sihan took off his suit jacket and draped it over her, "I'll ask Yan Qing to send dry clothes over immediately."

Zhu Wuwu's body couldn't help but tremble, and the strength disguised on the surface couldn't withstand the collapse of the heart after all.

"You say...... Child...... Will it be okay?" Zhu Wuwu's eyes were red, and an uncontrollable moan overflowed from his throat.

"No, don't worry." Mo Sihan couldn't see that he didn't have to worry about this, so he casually gave a reason and left, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

At this moment, the nerves of the two are highly sensitive, and they can't withstand the slightest blow, even if it's just a bad idea.

At the top of the stairs, Mo Sihan suddenly lost control of his emotions, clenched his fist and smashed it on the wall behind him, and a blood mark immediately appeared on the wall, so you can imagine how much force he used.

The cleaners passing by were startled by his actions and almost fled.

……

Three days later, the results of the inspection of the Little Youth League came out.

Mo Sihan came to Dr. Bai's office alone without knowing that he had no worries.

It's only been a few days, Mo Sihan has changed a lot, his eyes are dark and blue, his beard is scummy, and he hasn't slept well for a few days.

Dr. Bai gave him a preventive injection in advance: "Mr. Mo, you'd better be mentally prepared first, the results of the child's examination are not very good."

Mo Sihan's breath stagnated, and his eyebrows wrinkled into a big word 'Chuan'.

After a few days of careful consideration, he had almost prepared for the worst, even if the child had leukemia, it was not incurable with modern medical techniques.

Whether it's a bone marrow transplant or whatever, even if the world's top doctors are brought in, it won't be difficult for him.

"Hmm." Mo Sihan nodded, ready for bad news.

Dr. Bai lifted his glasses and handed a stack of test sheets to Mo Sihan: "The child has childhood aplastic anemia, which is a malignant disease of the blood system and a bone marrow hematopoietic failure syndrome caused by multiple causes."

Mo Sihan's eyes darkened, and he instantly leaned limply on the cold chair, unable to speak.

Although he didn't know what a rare disease it was, he knew it sounded serious.

Dr. Pak elaborated, "After examination, your child's disease is caused by congenital aplastic anemia recessive inheritance, which is also related to her own immune system."

"Is there a cure?" Mo Sihan's voice trembled.

Dr Pak said, "Hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is a more thorough treatment for aplastic anemia, which starts from the root cause and restores normal hematopoietic and immune function. Once a suitable sibling donor is found, there is still a chance that the child will be cured."

"How much?" Mo Sihan said weakly, "What is the success rate of the operation?"

Dr. Pak paused, then replied, "Forty percent."

"The chance of success is only 40%?" Mo Sihan's eyes were scarlet, and the green tendons on the back of his hands bulged out, "I want 100 percent."

Dr. Bai couldn't bear to continue, but he still told the truth: "Mr. Mo, your child is currently suffering from severe aplastic anemia, and the symptoms are more severe. Usually, even after allogeneic hematopoietic stem cell transplantation, about one-third of such patients still die of infection and hemorrhage."

"What did you say? Say it again?" Mo Sihan's eyes were scarlet, and those eyes looked like they wanted to eat people.

His whole body seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles, and under the dull pain, he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

He had thought he had prepared for the worst, but now it seemed that he was far from it.

Seeing this, Dr. Bai hurriedly comforted him: "Mr. Mo, don't be in a hurry to get angry, you believe us, now that medicine is developed, there will always be a way......

"Hum~"

Mo Sihan only felt that his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, his eyes were black, and his body fell down in embarrassment.

"Mr. Mo!"

"Quick, someone's fainted......

Mo Sihan finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Life always strikes you off guard, and you never know which will come first, tomorrow or the unexpected.

……

Mo Sihan opened his eyes again, and the medicine on the top of his head was in, and the infusion tube flowed into his body one by one.

The room was quiet, and the smell of disinfectant water was all around.

"Mr. Mo, are you awake?" Yan Qing stood aside and looked at him worriedly.

Mo Sihan's eyes regained their clarity, and a huge pain quickly spread from his heart to every corner of his body.

Until now, he has not digested the fact that his child has a rare disease.

"Where's Dr. Bai? Where's the child?" Mo Sihan ripped off the needle on the back of his hand, and the bright red blood suddenly bled non-stop, flowing everywhere on the sheets.

Without waiting for Yan Qing to answer, Mo Sihan walked out of the ward angrily.

The nurse at the door shouted in a panic, "Mr. Mo, you have bleeding on your hands, I'll help you deal with it."

"I don't need to."

Mo Sihan didn't look back, and walked forward.