n smile appeared on his face. Qin Mu Mu's heart beat faster, feeling a little excited... Sure enough, Mr. Xiao still remembered her."Mr. Shen, who is she"For a moment, Qin Mumumu doubted her ears. I...Jian Mo Bai was even more agitated and troubled. Mrs. Jian naturally noticed that something was wrong with her son, she just thought that Jian Mo Bai was worried.

"Medical personnel have all said to put your mind at ease.

"

"Son, don't overthink things, Mom is here with you."

While persuading, Madam Jian also thought of the heartache:

Jian Zhen Dong, that old bastard, isn't even human. His own son is about to undergo a bone marrow transplant, but he doesn't even show his face.

Perhaps he's having a good time with that little fox spirit, may the old thing get what's coming to him!

Mrs. Jian cursed and berated, Jian Mo Bai was already flustered and agitated, suddenly stood up from the bed, got off the bed, and walked out.

"Son, what are you doing"

Mrs. Jian chased after him.

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"Wait, Mom."

Mrs. Jian took her expensive handbag and hurried after him, taking three steps in two.

Jian Mo Bai suddenly ran, and ran straight into the nurse from before.

"Wait a minute! Take me with you!" he hissed.

"Please take me to the operating room where bone marrow donation takes place."

His eyes darted around, the nurse being held looked frightened: "Let go of her first, the donor doesn't want to reveal their name."

"Please, take me with you, okay" Jian Mo softened, her eyes filled with pleading.

The nurse looked a little softened, but she still shook her head.

Jian Mo Bai refused to let go: "Is the donor my sister My sister's name is Jian Tong, isn't it her"

He's not stupid, there's no such coincidence. His sister just visited him today, and there happened to be a successful match for a donor.

These days, he deceived himself, convincing himself that it was not as he thought, that the donor was someone else.

He inwardly sensed that things were too coincidental.

But he wanted to live. He pretended not to know anything, but every night, he would remember what his sister said when she came to see him.

He asked his mother to bring over a locked diary. The old diary, when opened, revealed childish handwriting that he saw.

Every little detail records what he has long forgotten: his childhood with his young self.

The handwriting is very childish, and even some Chinese characters haven't been learned yet. Some words are spelled phonetically, and some sentences don't make sense.

From an adult's perspective, the content of this diary is both amusing and childish.

But it made him remember the past.

Every entry in the diary records the little things that happened each day. Some are about jealousy over a child getting praise from his grandfather, and some are about what books the child read and what movies he watched... When he flips through a notebook, he suddenly realizes that an entire notebook is filled with every single day of his childhood, and the child's figure has never been absent.

He looked at the entry, the little girl's words. He had shielded her from the blade, saved her from the gangsters. He looked at that day's diary, and on it was written:

Today is the happiest day of my life, I protected my sister, it turns out that protecting my sister makes me so happy, from now on, I will always protect her.

He was looking at the words that had been blurred by tears, at the vows. He said that protecting his younger sister would make him happy, that he would protect her for life, but later on, this notebook had long since been forgotten and left to gather dust in some corner.

"My sister only has one kidney, she can't donate bone marrow to me."

Jian Mo Bai said, “You take me there, and I will no longer force her to donate bone marrow to me.”

The nurse looked at the man before her, ravaged by illness and barely human. His face was gaunt, his eyes filled with tears, and a wave of pity washed over her heart.

Just about to speak.

A chilling voice echoed behind him: "It seems you still remember a little of the good child, remembering she is your sister."

Jian Mo Bai listened to the familiar voice, suddenly startled, and raised his head to look over: "Shen..."

The man stood three meters away, glaring at her with a raised chin. "Where's your ward"

"In..." He instinctively wanted to answer, then suddenly remembered there was someone risking their life to donate bone marrow for him: "Shen Xiujin, you're just in time, Xiaotong is about to donate bone marrow to me, quickly go! Bring her out!"

Mrs. Chien was speechless.

At first I didn't understand, but then slowly I understood what was happening.

A wave of guilt washed over her, but looking at her withered son, she reached out and grabbed Jian Mo Bai's hand:

"You're about to have surgery, son. Don't overthink things. Come back to the ward with me."

"No, I want to find the little children."

"Go to the ward, I have something to say to you." The man beside him spoke in a cold voice. Seeing Jian Mo Bai not move, he reminded him lightly:

"I will not allow children to take risks."

Jian Mo Bai seemed to have been awakened… That's right, Shen Xiu Jin wouldn't let anything happen to the child.

……

In the ward

Shen Xiuqin found a reclining chair and sat down. Opposite him, Jian Mo Bai sat on the bedside.

"She lied to me, to donate her bone marrow to you."

The first sentence broke the silence abruptly.

Jian Mo's face turned as white as paper, and gradually he fell into despair: "I'll go find her! I won't force her to donate bone marrow anymore!" He stood up and was about to leave.

"I personally brought back the child who was being given growth factors, home."

The second sentence steadied Jian Mo Bai.

"That donor…" Jian Mo Bai was puzzled.

"Your brother."

"...."

"Your younger brother's setup was fake from the start, I knew that a long time ago. However, Xiao Tong didn't care about you as his older brother, so I just watched on with cold eyes,

Chapter 326: I'm Tired of This Game

For three days straight, that man did not set foot in the house again.

Shen San and Shen Si stood like door gods, one on each side, with impassive faces.

Her former home was almost completely destroyed, and she stepped back into the Shen family's courtyard. The deep courtyard was devoid of birdsong and floral fragrance. The housekeeper was very diligent, having arranged everything meticulously.

Besides Shen San and Shen Si, she didn't even have a single person to talk to.

No, even Shen San and Shen Si wouldn't speak to her.

As for the housekeeper, whenever he saw her, he was always respectful and polite.

Her ears, they became ornaments, her mouth, also an ornament.be," not a word. Only that glance that swept across his face, all the bitterness and unspoken pain were self-evident.She did not refute his words, it does not mean she agreed with them... If that cou...