It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

She felt like an old woman.

"Ah."

I didn't listen at first glance.

"Your computer light is shining on me."

"Then I'll go to the living room." He said, picking up the notebook.

"Come back!" Tong Yao was furious.

……

"Soft."

"Ok?"

"Happy birthday, nineteen."

Ruan Qian, who was criticizing the plan, suddenly felt her heart soften.

“I am very happy,” she said. “And very blessed.”

In the area that the little girl didn't know, Tong Yao struggled for a moment and said:

"Today is your birthday, so... I will satisfy you in everything. Didn't you want to see me before..." She paused and said, "If you are willing to work... I support you."

The sound of the keyboard stopped.

Chapter 193: Bloodline

The sun shines brightly in the early morning of the dog days of summer.

"Teacher Tong." The little girl gently patted Tong Yao's quilt, "Get ready to go home."

Tong Yao buried her head, not wanting to see the light. After a few minutes, she finally overcame her sleepiness and got up. As soon as she got off the ground, she felt sore in her waist and knees, and almost fell to her knees. She had to hold on to the bedside table to keep steady.

"I'll help you put it on." The little girl picked up the clothes and skirt on the ground, "Lift your legs."

Tong Yao thought silently, this is what life is like when you have everything you want.

How embarrassing.

She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. When she was done, the girl was waiting at the door with her suitcase:

"Do you want steamed buns or steamed buns for breakfast? Or noodles or rice noodles?"

"All right." She nodded, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is the bed made?"

The little girl smiled and said, "No, mom will help me wash it."

"How can that be possible?" Tong Yao was embarrassed. "What if Mom saw our bed sheets..."

They used a towel as a cushion when they did the bad thing, but considering how reckless they were yesterday, there would still be some traces left.

"Just see it when you see it."

"No!" Tong Yao was not so strong-willed. She turned around and was about to go into the bedroom. The little girl stopped her and sighed:

"I'm kidding, there must be a washing machine."

The nursery rhyme stopped, turned around and pulled the little girl's face:

"You seem to be getting worse and worse."

"No way." Ruan Qian still refused to admit it.

After saying goodbye to Gu Yiwen and Ruan Chen, they drove home. Tong Yao ate a few mouthfuls of noodles for breakfast and laid down the seat as soon as she got in the car. The highway was very smooth, and the little girl didn't drive fast, so her breathing soon became an even cycle.

Ruan Qian looked ahead and turned up the air conditioner. When she passed the rest area, she slowly stopped the car and covered Tong Yao with the small blanket in the car.

The journey takes five or six hours, and driving becomes a tiring task.

Tong Yao had gotten enough sleep, and woke up halfway through the journey. She realized that she was covered with a blanket, and her heart was warmed. After checking the time, she stretched her body vigorously, but still felt that it was not stretched enough, so she rubbed her ankles, rubbed off her shoes, pulled up the seat, and put her legs on the dashboard.

The white and round legs were exposed under the slipped skirt. If you put your fingers on them, they would slide in unconsciously.

An exquisite profile and eyebrows with ever-changing curves.

From beginning to end, it is based on the little girl's aesthetic taste.

Ruan Qian's throat tightened, she swallowed and concentrated on driving.

Tong Yao lowered her head and played Plants vs. Zombies on her mobile phone very seriously.

After a long time, the car suddenly slowed down.

"Teacher Tong."

"Ok?"

"Put your legs down," the little girl said, "There's a toll booth ahead."

Tong Yao was confused for a moment.

"She's gone."

"what?"

Tong Yao finally reacted and put her legs down silently.

After the New Year toll booth, she put it back up, phone in hand. She glanced at the girl and felt that she needed to show some consideration as a girlfriend:

"Are you tired? Do you want me to drive instead?"

"Not tired, I took a break in the middle."

Tong Yao thought that the young driver was becoming more and more reliable.

On the way, Dongyang called and asked Tongyao when she would be back. Today she was calling for her mother. Tongyao smiled and said:

"Mom will be here around 2:00 this afternoon, so you have to listen to grandma."

After chatting for a few sentences, she hung up the phone. Suddenly, a message came on WeChat. Looking at the profile picture, it was Sister Lu, the bone marrow bank staff member I had added before.

The other party asked her if she had time to draw blood this afternoon for a high-profile analysis.

Her genetics match with Misu is half-matched. Whether Misu can be saved depends on the results of the analysis.

"Ruanruan, please take me to the People's Hospital this afternoon. They need to draw blood there," she said.

Ruan Qian asked: "Aren't you going to pick up Dongyang?"

"Let's draw blood first, it should be quick."

She looked out the window, the neat trees on the roadside moving horizontally in her eyes. She opened the album, there was a photo of Misu wearing a wig, still... quite cute.

How is Misu now?

As if by some strange coincidence, she opened the Overwatch forum and searched for "leukemia" with a try-it attitude. As a result, she actually found a post.

"A Leukemia Patient's Gaming Record"

Her ID is Misu, but no one knows that this is her real name.

This post has been continuously updated since May, and now has received tens of thousands of replies.

"The game was given to me by my teacher. It was very boring in the ward and I could only use the computer to pass the time."

"The teacher is very nice to me and comes to see me often. I won't mention his name here, hehe."

Up to this point, the mood of the post was fairly positive, but in June, things took a sharp turn for the worse.

"The people who agreed to donate stem cells regretted it. I felt like the sky was falling."

"Am I going to die? What should I do with my parents..."

"I've been in a bad state recently. I've said a lot of discouraging and negative things. I also played the game blindly and screwed a lot of people. I'm sorry."

Reply: "Come on, do you want to play with me? I'll take you."

Reply: "It's too painful to regret donating. Don't mention donating in the first place! Don't give up, OP."

The replies were all encouraging, and the worst were just questioning, such as "If it is fake, I hope it is true, and if it is true, I hope it is fake."

The online world is sometimes incredibly gentle, and even the most unfamiliar people will bless you.

The post was silent for a few weeks, and some netizens were worried that the condition had worsened. Finally, in July, the post was pushed up again.

"A person who was previously banked agreed to donate stem cells! Am I dreaming? I have never been so happy. I will do the analysis later, and I must succeed! ! "

"And, to the donor whom I have never met, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me a second life. Thank you for your kindness, and I hope you will be happy in the future!"

Reply: "Ahhh, congratulations to the OP!"

Reply: "I have been following this post for a long time and have kept it in my collection. I am really relieved. I hope the poster can recover!"

In the post, there is a photo of Misu herself wearing a wig. Girls all love beauty, and she felt inferior for a long time because she had no hair, but after posting the photo, everyone praised her for her good looks, which gave her more confidence.

It is probably the combination of the beautiful young girl and the cruel disease that makes this post tragic art. It is also this regrettable tragedy that has attracted so much attention to the post.

Reply: "Sure enough, there are still many kind-hearted people in the world!"

Some people even wrote a bunch of words to tell stories that they could relate to, in order to encourage each other.

The post became more lively, and some netizens teased whether she should pledge herself to him, and Misu replied:

"I was told that the donor was a sister who was a few years older than me... I couldn't get any specific information. But I really want to meet that sister. I'm so grateful to her!"

A friend said: "After the transplant, you have the same blood, so in a sense you can call me sister/funny"

When Tong Yao saw this, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But when I think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong.

The same blood as hers.

Protected by her immune system.

It sounds like... I feel a little sorry for the little girl.

She scratched her hair in annoyance. She hadn't cheated on her husband, so what was there to feel sorry for? Could it be that after cheating on her body and mind, there was also the term "cheating on her blood"?

That's too fucking much.

What's more, Misu wouldn't know that she was the donor.

The information of both parties is confidential. Some people may wonder why such a life-saving matter needs to be kept confidential. The reason is the price of life. If it is not kept confidential, the donor may wait for a high price and ask the patient for a high price; or the donor may donate voluntarily, but the operation fails, and the patient's family begs him to donate again, facing moral kidnapping.

Only after experiencing countless lessons did we come up with a confidentiality policy.

Anyway, it’s enough for Tong Yao to know that the person she saved was Mi Su.

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Ruan Qian drove for six hours and finally arrived at the hospital.

Tong Yao felt that she needed to reward the little girl, so she leaned over and kissed the little girl's fair face before getting off the car:

"Thank you for your hard work, husband."

The little girl's tired eyes suddenly brightened up.

It was the first time she unlocked this title, and it perfectly matched her possessiveness.

She secretly thought, it would be great if Teacher Tong could call her like this every time.

I would probably die of excitement.

The blood drawing process was quick. Tong Yao met Sister Lu from WeChat in the hospital. She was quite enthusiastic, as if she was afraid that she, the donor, would escape.

"You and that little girl are destined to be together. The chance of it happening to you is one in hundreds of thousands." Sister Lu said a lot.

"It's fate indeed." Tong Yao said, "She is also my student."

After hearing this, Sister Lu was stunned for a long time.

"But I won't tell her." Tong Yao smiled, "Don't worry."

Sister Lu nodded and took her to the nurse.

After the blood was drawn, the sample was sent for testing. Whether the patient can be saved or not, we still have to wait for the results.

I wonder if the goddess of luck will favor them this time.