In the oncology ward,
Qin Feng took advantage of his off-duty time to come and check on Fang Wenwen.
At this moment, her condition had somewhat worsened. The continuous chemotherapy over the past few months made Fang Wenwen look not particularly well.
However, when she saw him coming, she was still very happy, her eyes seemingly filled with light.
Moreover, from the moment she knew the hospital began to construct [hematopoietic stem cell transplant center], Fang Wenwen asked her mother to bring her high school textbooks over.
Every day, as long as she had time, she would endure the pain to review the knowledge she had learned before, craving it like a person in the desert encountering an oasis.
"Thank you, Dr. Qin."
After chatting for a while, the woman sent Qin Feng to the door, holding her mouth, trying not to cry, and said.
"It's okay, as long as the matching is successful, she can have the transplant soon."
Qin Feng shook his head and said with a smile,
