Zhan Jingting stayed with Qiao Wanwan in the lounge for a while, then quickly wheeled himself out.

“Master Zhan,” Jiang Dong stepped forward and nodded respectfully, “the doctor said that the sleeping pills in the bird’s nest are enough to give Madam a good night’s sleep. Moreover, these sleeping pills are newly developed and have very few side effects, so you can rest assured.”

"Understood." The man's clean, slender fingertips lightly tapped the armrest of the wheelchair. "Cheng Zaozao absolutely cannot die. We must keep her alive at all costs."

“You instructed us to find the best doctors for treatment, but we have been in a passive position because there is no suitable bone marrow available for transplantation.”

"If you can't find one, then go find one. She has biological parents and siblings. Try them one by one. In short, we must cure her."

Jiang Dong was surprised by Zhan Jingting's resolute attitude and nodded, "Yes, I understand what to do."

When Qiao Wanwan opened her eyes, her mind was still reeling.

She stared at the white ceiling for a long time before her thoughts gradually returned. Suddenly, she sat up, but then the world spun around her, and she fell back onto the bed.

Qiao Wanwan pressed her dizzy head and took a while to calm herself before slowly getting up, getting dressed, and going out.

Outside was the living room, where Zhan Jingting was sitting at the table working on his computer. Hearing the door open, he instinctively turned around, a smile spreading across his eyes. "Awake?"

"How come I slept for so long?" Qiao Wanwan looked at the night outside the window. "How is Zaozao?"

"She hasn't woken up, but nothing has happened, so don't be too nervous."

"I'll go check on her."

"Wanwan," Zhan Jingting called out to her, "Going to the ICU to see her now is pointless. Instead of doing that, you should sit down and think of a solution. The medical team said that if a suitable bone marrow transplant can be found, her chances of recovery are still very high."

“I’ve been searching,” Qiao Wanwan said helplessly, “but there’s no suitable bone marrow in the bone marrow bank. I’m even hoping that Qiao Yuqi will give birth to her child so that her umbilical cord blood might be usable.”

"This is too passive. Let's not even talk about whether she'll give birth so soon. Even if she does, would she be willing to give you her cord blood? And even if you get it, can you guarantee that the cord blood will actually be useful?"

Qiao Wanwan felt a splitting headache. "I know all of this, but I really have no other choice, do you understand?"

“Wanwan, don’t worry. Cheng Zaozao’s parents are still alive. According to my investigation, her parents have never had a matching test done for her.”

Qiao Wanwan shook her head. "Her biological parents are alive, but it's the same as if they don't exist. Her father is currently serving time in prison, and her mother abandoned her a long time ago and remarried. I heard she even had a child. In all these years, she hasn't even called Zaozao, let alone come to see her."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Zhan Jingting smiled. "She's alive and has even had a child. So she and her child are related to Cheng Zaozao by blood. The more people there are, the more hope there is."

“You’re thinking too simply.” Qiao Wanwan sat down on the sofa. “Do you think I didn’t try to find her? I begged her to go to the hospital for a tissue matching test, but she kicked me out, saying she had a new life and told us not to bother her. Her attitude was terrible.”

“Wanwan, you absolutely have to use some extreme measures to deal with this kind of person, otherwise she will never listen to you.”

Qiao Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought. After a long while, she nodded firmly, "You're right. Zaozao is in critical condition now. I can't worry about anything else. Even if I have to use force, I have to make her get a match. If she is a match, I have to make her donate no matter what!"

"Wanwan, there's no need for all that trouble." Zhan Jingting maneuvered his wheelchair to her side. "Leave this to me."

Qiao Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Time is of the essence, so I won't stand on ceremony with you. Thank you."

"I've already asked Jiang Dong to take care of it. I'll let you know when there's news, but I have one request."

"you say."

"You need to eat well, sleep well, and take good care of your health."

Qiao Wanwan nodded, "Okay."

......

Qiao Wanwan did not expect Jiangdong to be so efficient. Two days later, she brought Cheng Zaozao's mother to the hospital.

Qiao Wanwan looked at the face of the passerby in front of her, a face that could disappear into a crowd in an instant, and was suddenly a little confused.

In her memory, during her childhood, Zheng Hong constantly beat and scolded her, never giving her any love... even though she wasn't her biological mother.

"Wanwan." Zheng Hong was unusually happy to see her. "It's been a long time. Look what I brought you."

She proudly pulled a bag from her suitcase, "It's homemade sweet potato noodles. You loved eating these when you were little. I'll make some for you, okay?"

Qiao Wanwan remained unmoved, but still politely thanked him, saying, "Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Qiao Wanwan didn't know how Jiang Dong had persuaded Zheng Hong to come, but it wasn't hard to guess, so she got straight to the point, "I invited you here because I want you to do a tissue matching test for Zaozao. She's dying."

“Yes, yes, of course we’ll do it! We can do it right now!” Zheng Hong said proactively. “Look, I’ve brought your sister along. She’ll do it too. We’re willing to donate bone marrow as long as it can save Zaozao.”

Qiao Wanwan then noticed a girl following behind Zheng Hong, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, staring at her nervously. "What are you standing there for?" Zheng Hong nudged her daughter beside her. "Say hello!"

The girl was forced to speak, her voice very soft, "Sister... Sister."

Qiao Wanwan: "......" What kind of older sister is she?!

"Hello," Qiao Wanwan greeted politely, "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Dong spoke up at the opportune moment, "Madam, I'll take them to the doctor first to find out about the matching process."

Qiao Wanwan couldn't be happier, "Okay."

"Wanwan, let's go over first. I'll make you some noodles later," Zheng Hong said solicitously.

"We'll see when the time comes; matching is the most important thing."

"Okay, okay."

After they left, Qiao Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the man in the wheelchair. "You bribed them?"

Zhan Jingting did not deny it, "Everyone needs money, let alone the poor."

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

How much did you spend?

"Not much. One million for each person who is a match, and five million for each person who donates bone marrow after a successful match."

Qiao Wanwan: "......" You call this not much?

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me yet, Cheng Zaozao's father will also be here for a bone marrow transplant."

"But he's serving his sentence."

"I have my own way."

"I believe you." Qiao Wanwan's heart calmed down inexplicably. "But Zhan Jingting, please don't do anything illegal for my sake, okay?"

Zhan Jingting smiled and said, "Wanwan, I would do anything for you."