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Qingmei turned her face away, looking at the figure disappearing at the door of the hospital room. Her youthful face remained stubbornly raised, and her heaving chest showed that she was very unconvinced and dissatisfied, either with him or with what he had said.
Two weeks later, the hospital notified Qinglan that they had found a successful bone marrow match for Qingmei, and needed family confirmation to discuss scheduling the surgery.
That day, Qinglan and Xu Wen were in Chief Physician Qingmei's office, listening as the doctor explained in detail the precautions before the Bone Marrow Transplant, the surgical arrangements, as well as the post-operative risks, chances of success or failure, and other related risks.
Xu Wen held Qinglan tightly, focusing intently on every detail the doctor explained.
Qinglan was almost trembling all over.
Even a slight unknown risk could be fatal.
"Since it's a match, why would there still be risks?" asked Qing Shusheng, who was standing nearby.
Qinglan looked up at Qing Shusheng and nodded; this was exactly what she wanted to ask.
The doctor addressed Qinglan and Xu Wen, saying, "Let me give you an analogy, although it may not be entirely accurate."
The doctor shifted his chair closer to Qinglan and Xu Wen.
Qinglan nodded in understanding, signaling him to continue.
"No matter how serious or mild a disease is, whether it can be fatal or not, if a patient does not want to live anymore, then even the best treatment options and medications cannot save them. Even a minor cold can take their life."
Qing Shusheng furrowed his brow in thought, somewhat understanding. Qinglan and Xu Wen nodded; they completely understood the doctor's words.
"Our Beautiful definitely wants to live. She has so many people who love her, and she loves everyone," Qing Shusheng said confidently.
The doctor nodded, believing what he said.
"There is another situation, which is the patient's rejection psychology and acceptance of foreign objects. This is particularly evident in the results of organ and Bone Marrow Transplant treatments. This is not only related to the patient's constitution; for example, some patients have a congenital strong rejection tendency, similar to those with allergic constitutions who inherently reject certain foreign substances that invade their bodies. The degree of rejection is also related to their constitution."
Aside from the doctor's calm and steady voice, devoid of any emotion, the room was silent, with only the soft sounds of others breathing.
"In addition to constitution, it also relates to the patient's psychology. If the patient has negative feelings towards the person providing the bone marrow and subconsciously rejects that person, she will certainly reject the object provided by that person."
The doctor's words came to an end, while Qinglan seemed to remain trapped in some emotion and unable to emerge from it. Xu Wen and Qing Shusheng could only silently watch her.
The doctor seemed to be affected by her emotions as well; after finishing his speech, he did not immediately move on to other tasks but instead quietly gazed at her alongside Xu Wen and the others, seemingly waiting for her to awaken.
This silence was terrifying, and this waiting was equally frightening. Especially for Xu Wen, who held Qinglan's hand tightly, gradually increasing his grip as if trying to awaken her numb body through suffocation.
"I'm fine." Qinglan seemed to understand Xu Wen's intentions; she pried his hand away and looked at him calmly.
Xu Wen gazed at her. "Beautiful won't be in any trouble. She is so pure and lovely; her spirit is so innocent. Everyone loves her, and she loves everyone, so she won't reject anyone."
"Mm." Qinglan grasped Xu Wen's hand and nodded firmly.
Then she turned around and looked seriously at the doctor.
"If there’s anything you want to ask, feel free to do so," the doctor said as he looked at Qinglan.
Qinglan released Xu Wen's hand, adjusted her posture, and straightened up a bit before asking, "Doctor, may I see the information about the person who donated bone marrow for my daughter? I would like to meet him and talk with him."
The doctor's expression changed slightly as he looked at Xu Wen.
Xu Wen's face also shifted slightly.
In an instant, the doctor returned to his usual emotionless demeanor and replied seriously, "This... cannot be done."
"Why?" Qinglan instinctively asked.
The doctor paused for a moment. "Generally speaking, family members of the patient can view the donor's information. Not only that, but the patient or their family can also contact the donor, communicate, and even meet. However, this particular donor has requested that his information and identity remain confidential and has specifically requested not to meet with the patient's family."
Qinglan was taken aback. "This..." This was something Qinglan had not anticipated.
"However, our hospital can assure you that the donor is a healthy and normal person. We will provide you with his medical examination report and all relevant indicators, and we will sign a contract with you," the doctor said.
"I understand that, but..." Qinglan was still unwilling to accept it.
"Of course, you can choose to forgo this treatment, but I must tell you that this is a rare opportunity. Once lost, there may not be another chance. You know that the success rate for bone marrow matching is not very high..."
"I know, I know. I won't give up." Before the doctor could finish his sentence, Qinglan interrupted him.
"That's good." The doctor stood up and said, "Let's proceed as planned; the surgery will be the day after tomorrow."
Three days later.
Beijing Capital International Airport.
An Shaojie, dragging a large suitcase, walked toward the security checkpoint with a tall and lonely figure. A broad and sturdy hand patted him on the shoulder from behind.
He thought it was an airport security staff member and wondered if he had done something wrong again. Ever since his bone marrow donation, he had been in a daze, making mistakes even while packing his things, often forgetting items.
He turned around, showing a polite and proper smile. Before he could finish saying "I'm sorry," the smile froze on his face.
"What... what do you want?" he stammered.
Xu Wen took the suitcase from his hands and walked outside without saying a word.
"What are you doing, Xu Wen?" An Shaojie hurriedly followed him, "I’m about to board my flight, you know? If you keep this up, you'll make me miss my flight, and you'll have to take responsibility."
Xu Wen ignored him until they reached the spacious waiting area outside. He found a quiet corner to sit down before finally putting down the suitcase.
"What are you doing?" An Shaojie asked, almost irritated, as he picked up Xu Wen's suitcase at his feet to leave.
Xu Wen pressed down on the suitcase. "If you miss your flight, I'll pay for your ticket. Is that okay?"
It was rare for Xu Wen to speak to someone in such a firm tone. His raised eyebrows and defiant posture made An Shaojie feel unaccustomed. He looked at Xu Wen with a challenging gaze, sizing him up from head to toe.
His footsteps stopped, but he did not loosen his grip on the suitcase.
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