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"Mother." He shouted in an almost collapsed and frightened voice. If Shaw Min never made an international long-distance call to him because he could always contact him via email or QQ, then Bai Cuifang would never make an international long-distance call to him because he was angry with him. Telephone. In the past many years abroad, she had never called him, and she never even said she thought about him in front of others. She even pretended not to care about him and scolded him. This time she not only made an international long distance call to him, but she was also at Shaw Min's home. She must have come to Shaw Min and Jian Ming just for this call. On weekdays, she is unwilling to pick her up from Shaw Min and Jian Ming no matter how they go. She can't live without Liu Family Village. Even if Shaw Min gave birth to a child to pick her up, she declined. It is better to say that the child should be taken care of by JianMing’s parents. Both Shaw Min and Jian Ming understand in their hearts that it’s not that she doesn’t want to take care of her children, but that she wants to leave the blessing of raising her grandson to enjoy family happiness to Jian Ming’s parents. JianMing is their son, and their grandson is theirs. The happiness of their children and grandchildren is the happiness they deserve as a family and as a family. As for her, she didn't educate her son well, and she still hasn't had the blessing of having children and grandchildren around her. She always believes that An Shaojie’s fault is her fault. She punishes his son by punishing herself. She has no family happiness to enjoy. Therefore, for An Shaojie, this call from Bai Cuifang was not a surprise and excitement, but a fear and fright similar to a death notice. "An Shaojie." Her voice was also panicked, not as gentle as usual. Then there was only silence on the phone, a terrible silence. After a long time, there was the sound of Bai Cuifang whimpering and choking. Although I don’t know what happened, and I don’t know what kind of sad things Bai Cuifang will bring to him. Maybe there is nothing sad at all, I just miss him suddenly. But a sadness arose spontaneously, pressing in An Shaojie's heart, and he choked up, and sobbed against Bai Cuifang for a long time. "Do you know what happened?" Bai Cuifang was filled with sadness. "I don't know, what happened?" An Shaojie asked timidly and fearfully. After hearing An Shaojie's question, she cried even more sadly, for herself and her son. He cried so sadly without knowing what happened, which shows that her son was as miserable as she was after doing something wrong.
"Is Heaven's punishment enough for him?" she shouted in her heart.
"What on earth happened?" An Shaojie's tense nerves were about to break.
"Beautiful... it's Qingmei. Her condition has worsened..." Bai Cuifang said these few words haltingly and with great difficulty, taking a long time to express such a short sentence.
An Shaojie's head felt like it had exploded, and everything went black as he collapsed onto the nearby sofa.
"You must come back," Bai Cuifang said to him in an almost commanding tone.
"Okay." He agreed without hesitation.
Neither Bai Cuifang nor An Shaojie had concrete evidence that Qingmei was An Shaojie's daughter, but both Bai Cuifang's command and An Shaojie's immediate response indicated Qingmei's importance in their hearts.
Regardless of whether Qingmei was An Shaojie's daughter, they had already made a resolute decision to save her without any hesitation or retreat.
Six days later.
In the spring and autumn of two different worlds. Standing once again by the hospital bed, looking at that pale yet mischievous little face, An Shaojie felt as if he were in another lifetime. Just a few months apart felt like a reincarnation for him. Three days ago, when no one was in the ward, he quietly slipped in and took a strand of Qingmei's hair for a DNA test. The results confirmed that she was indeed his daughter. His decision to undergo the DNA test was not solely to acknowledge this fact; for him, whether she was his daughter had already been decided before he returned home—he would no longer evade, retreat, or hide. Regardless of her being his daughter or not, he would do everything in his power to save and help her. The DNA test merely helped him choose how to save and assist her. He held the DNA test report and had already discussed her condition with her attending physician. What had previously been a stable condition suddenly worsened in a strange manner.
The doctor said that the previous conservative treatment had become ineffective for her condition, and now the only hope was to find someone whose bone marrow matched hers for a bone marrow transplant.
An Shaojie had already arranged for the hospital to draw blood from both himself and Qingmei for matching; if successful, his bone marrow would be transplanted to her.
But even now, he did not know whether to choose anonymity or reveal his identity.
An Shaojie had inquired with the doctor; Qinglan already knew that Qingmei's condition had reached a critical point where a bone marrow transplant was necessary, yet she still hadn't contacted him, indicating that she harbored deep resentment towards him.
Or perhaps there was no hatred at all—just strangers now.
This was what An Shaojie found most frightening and sorrowful, along with the uncertainty of how to face the past, present, and future.
Although he had prepared himself not to retreat any longer, many times, not retreating does not mean one can move forward; sometimes it may just mean staying in place.
An Shaojie was about to reach out to touch Qingmei's face when he noticed her staring at him with wide eyes.
With his hand suspended in mid-air, An Shaojie felt a bit awkward, unsure of where to place it.
"You've come," she said with a bright smile, sounding quite natural, as if they had seen each other just yesterday.
"Yeah," he nodded, pretending to be casual and cool as he withdrew his hand into his pocket.
"I... I have to go." Under her intense gaze, he felt exposed and couldn't bring himself to look into her clear eyes.
She turned her face away, looking out the window.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard Qingmei's voice behind him. It was cool and crisp, not the typical childish tone, "Why did you come back? To save my life? Can you save my life? The doctor said only someone whose bone marrow matches mine can save me, and the chances of matching are highest among family members."
An Shaojie turned back to look at her. She still awkwardly faced the window, her gaze fixed outside.
The sunlight outside was bright and blinding, yet she deliberately opened her eyes wide; An Shaojie knew she was afraid of tears falling. Her eyes were crystal clear and moist, shining like two black pearls under the strong sunlight.
"You are a coward; your love actually needs a child’s life to protect it." Just as An Shaojie turned to leave, her cold voice came again from behind. He paused for a moment. "Take care of yourself; your life does not belong to you; you are not qualified to give it up." After saying this, An Shaojie turned and left.
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