After Mo Yan was taken away by the old man, he kept making various moves, trying to get her to agree on his own.

"Mom, the match has been successful now, right? But since you're willing to sign this donation agreement, I believe you're also willing to help others."

"Youyou needs bone marrow now."

That's as if the original owner didn't need it at all. How disgusting!

"I need it too. That's it. Don't call me anymore. I'll pretend I don't have a son."

Mo Yan hung up the phone and blocked this ungrateful wretch. What's the point of keeping a son like this? He'll only make me angry later. It's easier to just block him.

After hanging up the phone, the whole world became quiet.

Mo Yan reached out to take her own pulse, her anger flaring up...

It's clear that those people didn't do anything to the original owner, but this son really made the original owner so angry he almost died.

In addition, the original owner had a chronic illness, so he was not actually eligible for donation.

Donations should only be made within the limits of the original owner's body, and must be voluntary. There is no such thing as forced donation. No one can take away another person's life, no one!

Mo Yan turned on the TV and started watching it, not for any particular reason, just to hear the sound.

The doctor arrived shortly after.

The doctor was quite pleased to see Mo Yan watching TV. "Auntie, you're in great spirits right now. We just need to focus on treatment. It's nothing serious. This illness isn't severe at all. We have to fight this disease! You even said you'd go square dancing after you got better. Have you forgotten?"

Mo Yan remembered that this unpleasant thing hadn't happened yet. Although she was sick, the original owner was still optimistic. She thought about going to square dancing after she recovered, and even thought about introducing this doctor to a potential partner.

“Of course I remember! I even remember that I was going to introduce you to someone. Actually, it’s not that I don’t want to live anymore, it’s just that my son hurt me.”

The doctor saw that the old lady was about to open up, so he quickly asked, "Auntie, why don't you tell me what happened? I won't offer any opinions, I'll just listen to you. Once you've told me, you'll feel better."

Often, what patients need is to vent, not necessarily to get advice from others, but simply to release their emotions.

My aunt is naturally a carefree person; she kept it all bottled up inside, which is why she didn't want to get treatment. It would have been better if she had just spoken up.

This was exactly the effect Mo Yan wanted. She sighed deeply, "Do you think my body is fit to donate bone marrow?"

doctor:"???"

"What?!" The doctor was so shocked that he even spoke in dialect. "Auntie, this is no joke. Your body absolutely cannot withstand that kind of surgery. We all need to protect ourselves. How can you donate bone marrow?"

What is Auntie thinking?

"Auntie, is it a relative of yours who has had an accident? Actually, we can wait and see if the matching results come out."

You can't joke with your own life. Not to mention whether you can handle it, what will happen to your body after the surgery?

"I cannot agree to you undergoing this surgery. As your attending physician, I cannot agree to it."

This is reckless and dangerous; he would never agree to it.

"Yeah, why didn't he think of that? Is it because he didn't know how serious my illness was that he wanted me to donate bone marrow?" Mo Yan seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps she was trying to find some hope for herself.

"Auntie, can you tell me what happened slowly?"

The doctor then realized that there must be other issues involved, otherwise why would the aunt suddenly say that?

This is a very serious issue.

"I signed an organ donation agreement before that time."

I don't know how it happened, but I was matched with someone else, and that person happened to be my son's girlfriend. Isn't that a dramatic story?

The current situation is that everyone thinks I should donate bone marrow, even though I'm sick now, I still have to donate. Before, they tried all sorts of ways to bother that doctor, hoping that the doctor would reveal my information.

After I refused, they tried to morally blackmail the doctor, and eventually found out about me from other places.

Well, that's it, they just let my ungrateful son do it.

Doctor, if I were a young person in excellent health, I would accept it. I only have one son, what else can I do? The problem is that my health is failing now, and I'm hoping to live a couple more years. Who wants to die when they can live?

When Mo Yan got to this point, she was extremely depressed and upset. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She just kept blinking, hoping that all of this would end soon.

"Do you know what hurts me the most? It's that even my own son wants me to agree to this."

He was only thinking about his girlfriend who was nearing the end of her life, and he felt I shouldn't be so heartless. How could I abandon such a vibrant life?

Doctor, you said her parents aren't going to get a match, so why do you want me to die?

I want to live too. Even though I'm sick, I think I can live for another ten years or so.

Just because I'm willing to donate my organs after I die doesn't mean I'm willing to do so while I'm alive.

What pains me even more is my ungrateful son; he has truly broken my heart.

I don't know why I raised such a son, a son who wants me to die. Don't you think there's something wrong with how I raised him?

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