Ling Yiran accompanied Zhuo Qianyun to the hospital and queued for registration.
Zhuo Qianyun did not look very well. While they were queuing, Ling Yiran said, "Sis Zhuo, what Aunt said about asking the person who received your bone marrow to donate you their liver might work."
Zhuo Qianyun forced a smile. "Why do you have the same idea as my mother?"
"After all, a liver transplant is the only viable way for you to stay alive," said Ling Yiran.
Zhuo Qianyun sighed, "It's out of the question. My mother has already secretly called the hospital to find the person I donated my bone marrow to and told the hospital about my situation. The hospital helped her contact them. They called back a few days ago, saying they refuse to donate their liver."
Ling Yiran was instantly surprised. "How could it be?"
"Why couldn’t it be?" Zhuo Qianyun was calm about it. "They're not related to me. They don't have to risk their life for me!"
Ling Yiran pressed her lips together tightly and suddenly said, "But what if it was Ye Wenming? What if it had been Ye Wenming who received your bone marrow?"
Zhuo Qianyun froze and stared blankly at Ling Yiran. After a good while, she said, "Ye Wenming? Yiran, what are you talking about?"
Ling Yiran sighed and told Zhuo Qianyun about Yi Jinli's investigation. Then, she said, "So, I suspect that the person who received your bone marrow donation was actually Ye Wenming. As for Kong Ziyin, she probably didn't donate her bone marrow."
Zhuo Qianyun seemed to have heard a bizarre story. For the first time, she learned that Ye Wenming, she, and Kong Ziyin all had the same rare blood type. They were all compatible.
The odds were too low!
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