He Bo'an could hear the despair in her voice.
He stretched out his hand to comfort her, but he hadn't reached out yet.
Bai Weiwei had already turned around and lay down, "Go away, I'll calm down."
At this time, He Bo'an was a little overwhelmed when he drove him away.
But seeing her thin back, the weakness almost disappeared, his nose was sore, and something fell in his eyes.
He Bo'an held back the bitterness in his throat and said, "Then I'll go outside, what do you need to call me?"
After He Bo'an finished speaking, he gave her a deep look.
Then he went out, and just after closing the door of the ward, there were doctors and nurses pushing a medical emergency bed next to him, and there were people lying on it, covered with a white cloth.
The doctor sighed, "If you can't be saved at such a young age, how sad the family should be."
Nurse: "We have tried our best to do what we can't do. People who can't be retained are still unable to be retained."
The doctor and the nurse went away.
He Bo'an leaned against the door dumbfounded, and finally couldn't stand it. The huge tide of sadness came surging, and he couldn't hold it any longer.
He bent over and wiped his face with his hands in embarrassment, but the tears could not be controlled and flowed down the crevices of his fingers.
Why did he fall in love with her now.
When she was just sick, what did he do before she gave up treatment.
He shattered all her hopes with his own hands, and he did not want her.
It was he who pushed her into this hell.
He Bo'an, you are an idiot.
Xiaomu hurried to the hospital and saw He Bo'an burst into tears.
"Brother An." Xiaomu looked at him in surprise.
He Bo'an raised his head with red eyes, and suddenly said, "Give me a punch."
Xiaomu looked like your brain was broken, "How can I hit you."
He Bo'an said viciously: "If you want to fight, you can fight, what are you doing with so much nonsense, and you won't be deducted from your entire salary for the next month."
Just after he finished speaking, Xiaomu punched him without hesitation.
He Bo'an was punched. Although it was painful, he was also awake a lot.
Xiaomu asked worriedly, "Brother An, are you alright. Do you want to punch again?"
He Bo'an gritted his teeth, "No need." Then he turned and left.
Xiaomu asked, "Brother An, where are you going?"
He Bo'an did not hesitate at all, "Go check the bone marrow matching."
It would be great if his bone marrow could fit hers.
At this moment, Bai Weiwei, who was on the hospital bed, was knocking on the system.
"All, can I be discharged from the hospital? I really hate hospitals."
It's really annoying. She has dealt with hospitals all her life, and she feels flustered when she sees white things.
The system's voice was dull, "Just stay there. Anyway, the movie is almost finished, and the branch line is almost finished."
Bai Weiwei noticed that its voice was not right, "Why are you crying?"
The system ripped, "Woo, it's so miserable, how can it be so miserable?"
Bai Weiwei couldn't figure it out, "What are you doing?"
The system let out a squeak, wiped his nose, and said, "Recite Tang poetry, and then I couldn't help tearing a few pages of paper to wipe my tears."
Bai Weiwei: "You recite Tang poetry?"
Afraid that she would not believe it, the system immediately spread out the snot-wiping paper and read, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it. A lonely grave in a thousand miles... woo woo woo, it's even worse."
Bai Weiwei: Is this a Tang poem? Isn't this Song Poetry
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Bone marrow pairing was unsuccessful.
Although it was expected, He Bo'an could hardly stand.
The doctor has given an ultimatum, the speed of deterioration of the condition is astonishing, and Bai Weiwei may die at any time.