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Chapter 363 An Ziqing's Illness (14)

It's a pity that An Moxuan suffered a lot, and the matching between his bone marrow and An Ziqing failed.

When Mo Xiaoli got the news, he felt that he couldn't take it anymore, his chest couldn't rise or fall, but with a "wow", he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The doctor diagnosed her because she was in a hurry, and there was nothing serious about it.

Sitting alone on the hospital bed, Mo Xiaoli muttered, "Why is there nothing serious? It would be great if I had the same illness as Ziqing."

"Mo Xiaoli, if you die, An Ziqing is also dead, who will take care of An Moxuan?" Li Jingjing pointed at her and cursed, "Or you are going to die, An Ziqing is not dead, what do you think? Watching him looking for mistress?”

Mo Xiaoli raised her head in a daze, and suddenly burst into tears. She hugged Li Jingjing, tears soon wet Li Jingjing's clothes, and she murmured, "Jingjing, even Mo Xuan's can't be matched successfully." , Is there really no one in this world who can successfully match Ziqing? Mo Xuan is his son, his own son."

"There will be." Li Jingjing stroked Mo Xiaoli's hair, watched her lose weight round after round, and finally didn't have the heart to say anything else, so she could only say something without nourishment and comfort.

Mo Xiaoli finally cried enough, and then fell asleep. It seemed that she hadn't had a good sleep for a long time. This sleep was extraordinarily long. She didn't wake up for two days and one night. Li Jingjing once thought that She is unconscious.

After two days and one night of sleep, Mo Xiaoli felt as if she had been reborn, and her spirits were exceptionally good. She started posting on the Internet, asking for a high price to match with An Ziqing's bone marrow.

All of a sudden, many netizens came here, some for money, and some young people for social morality. The hospital is full of people coming and going every day. no.

But after a week, a lot of money was spent, but no one was successfully matched.

Mo Xiaoli posted more posts, and even people from other places came over.

Mo Xiaoli spent less and less time with An Ziqing. An Ziqing sat by the window every day, listening to the footsteps outside the door, hope again and again, and then turned into disappointment again and again.

His temper became irritable, and finally he was like a patient suffering from blood cancer. The effect of chemotherapy was getting worse and worse, and he needed chemotherapy more and more times. , When the body hurts unbearably, he throws things.

The doctor was a little surprised that he accepted the condition so calmly and received chemotherapy, but now he has become irritable, and the doctor thinks it is nothing new. Almost every patient at this stage is like him.

As soon as the nurse came over with the meal, he knocked all the soupy food to the ground with a wave of his hand. The nurses here, all of whom have developed a strong mental quality, just watched him overturn with cold eyes. Then he tidied it up coldly.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of life here, it is nothing special, if you don't want to eat, don't eat, no one will force any patient.

Mo Xiaoli stood at the door, watching An Ziqing go berserk, then rushed in to hug him in a panic, calling out one after another, "Ziqing, Ziqing, don't do this, don't do this."

Hearing this soft voice, An Ziqing only felt an illusion of a lifetime away.

He was startled, then grabbed Mo Xiaoli's hand, and said eagerly, "A Li, A Li, is that you?"

(End of this chapter)