“Matching successfully.”

After all, Yang Rong did not ask Zishan to give up this idea and took her to match. However, she was mixed and she couldn't be happy at all. However, Zishan was very happy when she knew it. She grabbed Yang Rong's clothes and said with a smile: "If the match is successful, can I save Zixing? Does Zixing have to die?"

Yang Rong was just feeling more and more uncomfortable when facing Zishan's happiness. She was only eight years old and didn't fully understand the concept of liver transplantation, nor did she understand the harm that would cause to her later body. She only knew that she could save her sister by doing this. She was a child, a simple, kind child without any other ideas. But how could she bear such a child to let her do such a thing?

Zixing has been tortured by illness since she was a child and is already heartbroken. Will she still destroy the body of another healthy daughter?

They are still ignorant children. They originally had a family, grandpa and father, but now...

"Zishan, mom is sorry for you, and I am sorry for Zixing. It's all mothers who are incompetent to protect you two. Even a child like other children cannot give you an ordinary childhood. It's all mothers who are bad, mom is sorry for you." Faced with such a situation, Yang Rong was in great pain, and she really felt ashamed of her two daughters.

Zishan has never seen Yang Rong cry alone during the time she left the Lin family. She felt uncomfortable and felt uncomfortable. Seeing that she was so painful now, Zishan hurriedly comforted her: "Mom, it's not your fault. Grandpa and dad don't want us. Don't worry, mom, when I grow up, I will definitely let you live a good life."

Zishan said with confidence, and from this moment on Zishan secretly swore in her heart that she must work hard and let her mother and Zixing live the best life.

For a mother, it is always inevitable to feel relieved and satisfied when she hears a child say this, especially when she hears Zishan say these words, Yang Rong can't help but burst into tears, and hugs Zishan tightly in her arms: "Good child, it's really a good child for mother..."

Yang Rong couldn't say anything else, and when she said this, Yang Rong choked up. She had lived a very failed life in her life. The only success was to give birth to these two sensible daughters, but her fate was so cruel and so unfair!

The match between Zishan and Zixing was successful, but this was just the first step, and another very important step was the cost of surgery. Yang Rong was shocked when she heard the doctor told her that the surgery cost.

"Three hundred thousand?" Yang Rong almost fainted when she heard this number.

"Yes, your daughter's current situation costs at least 300,000 yuan. Your daughter is in late stages and cannot be delayed, so you have to pay the surgery fee as soon as possible to give your daughter the surgery, otherwise your daughter will be in danger of life at any time." The doctor said so seriously.

The recent blows are one after another. First, Zixing was talking about the late stage of Zixing, and Zishan was going to do liver transplantation for Zixing. Now there is a problem with the cost of surgery, 300,000,000, and this time, Zixing has taken out all the money for treatment. She has not paid back the money Zixing paid, so where did she steal 300,000? And in a short period of time, how is this possible? How is this possible?

Yang Rong was powerless. If it weren't for these two children, she would have no meaning to survive. Now even her child is in danger of life. What should she do, as a mother? How to raise 300,000 yuan in a short time? To sell kidneys, sell blood, steal, and rob?

Even if she did all this, she wouldn't be able to make up the 300,000 yuan. Could it be that Zixing's little life can only end at the age of six?

"Sister, do you always have to go to school with me?" Zishan ran around and took care of Zixing in the ward, and has never left no matter day or night these days.

"I've asked for leave. I'll go to school when you get out of the hospital." Zishan said slowly.

When Zixing heard this, she lowered her head in shame and said, "I'm sorry, sister, it's because I hurt you, and it's because of my grandfather and daddy who don't want us."

"No, if you say that, I'll be angry!" Zishan pretended to be very angry. Zixing quickly pulled her hand and coaxed her: "Then Zixing won't say it anymore, don't be angry, sister, don't be angry."

"That's right."

"It's just sister, can you tell me the truth? Am I seriously ill? Are you going to die?" Zi Xing pouted, but Zishan's heart tightened and asked quickly, "Who are you talking nonsense? Who said you will die?"

"I guessed it myself." Although Zi Xing was still young, he also had his own ideas.

"If you don't take good care of your health, don't worry, Zixing, you won't die. My sister will save you, and my sister won't let you die. Didn't we just say it last time? When we grow up, I'll be a jewelry designer and a doctor, and our wishes have not come true yet. How could you die? You won't say these words in the future." Zishan said so encouragedly.

"Well, I know, sister, Zixing promises not to say anything again in the future." Zixing stretched out his little hand and sweared at Zishan, and Zishan smiled giggled.

On that day, Zishan accompanied Zixing in the hospital for a whole day, and Yang Rong ran around and borrowed it. It can be said that she tried her best. Fortunately, there were many places where Yang Rong worked, including tutoring for others, especially tutoring for others. The family was also a child about the same age as Zishan and Zixing. I heard that the child could help with this disease. One day, she ran to borrow several employers and had a total of more than 50,000 yuan. This was far beyond Yang Rong's expectations. However, this 50,000 yuan was still the tip of the iceberg for 300,000 yuan. She had already thought of all the ways she could think of. What else could she do? If it really didn't work, she could only sell her kidneys and blood and make up a few more.

Yang Rong, who had run away for a day and had not rested, returned to the hospital and her legs were about to break when she sat down. In just a few days, she seemed to be aged in a teenager again. The three years she left the Lin family seemed to be thirty years.

"Teacher Wang, why are you here?" When it was almost evening, the teacher from Zixing Kindergarten entered the ward, carrying a lot of fruits in his hand. When Zixing saw her coming in, she shouted quickly.

"Zi Xing, how are you doing?"

"It's much better." Zi Xing laughed.

After talking to Zixing for a while, Teacher Wang took out a big envelope from his bag. It was obvious that it contained money. Before leaving, he forced it into Yang Rong's hand and said, "We already know Zixing's disease, and we also know your family's situation, so the school has organized a fundraising these days. This is all the money you raise. You can take it and treat Zixing's illness quickly."

"No, no, no, I can't ask for this money." Yang Rong was very surprised and moved.

"This is the intention of the students' parents and our teachers. Besides, Zixing is well-behaved and obedient. The students and teachers in the school like her very much. She has not come to school these days and there are many children asking her. The money is not much, but it is also our intention. Hurry up and cure her. We are waiting for her to go back to school."

Yang Rong was moved by the money in her hand and she was already crying and her heart was warm. She kept saying: "Thank you, thank you."

There are still many kind-hearted people in this world. In the next few days, the medical staff in the hospital also donated money to them, and some patients who were hospitalized together also extended a helping hand to them. Yang Rong felt the most touched, but on the other hand, she could feel a deep chill, which was from the Lin family.

A six-year-old child is terminally ill, and an eight-year-old child wants to undergo a liver transplant. Even strangers will be moved when they hear it and can't help but stretch out a helping hand. But as their grandfather and father, they can turn a blind eye and ignore it. These 300,000 are an astronomical figure for ordinary families, but what about the Lin family? What is this 300,000?

Yang Rong, Yang Rong, you can’t think about it anymore. You voluntarily married Lin Yancheng at that time, and you voluntarily swallowed your anger for so many years. Is it too much to blame others, and no one else?

"It's still eighty thousand left." After several days of fundraising, Yang Rong liquidated it. Now it's 120,000, and it's still eighty thousand left.

180,000?

Thinking of this number, her purple shirt pouted, she didn't have a very clear concept in her mind. She only knew that she only had 120,000 yuan in her hand, and that 180,000 yuan would be a lot.

According to the doctor, Zixing’s best operation time is only these few days. After these days of donation, how can we get 120,000 or 180,000?

Yang Rong looked worried, and Zishan pouted, how could she make money? Her big eyes kept turning and thinking, as if she suddenly thought of something.

The next day, Zishan left the hospital on the grounds of returning to school. She did go back to school but did not attend classes. Instead, she put her big drawing board on the street to make money. Zishan was still young and really had no other way to make money. The only thing she was good at was painting. She had seen many such people on the street that were placed on the street to make money, so she had to try it too.

A little girl set up a stall to draw will naturally attract the attention of many passers-by, and many people come and ask: "Little sister, how much does it cost to draw a painting?"

"Well..." Zishan was a little confused when asked about this question, and thought for a while and replied, "One hundred yuan."

"So expensive? You are so expensive little sister." Someone immediately responded.

"Well... fifty..." Zishan thought about it and stretched out five fingers.

Everyone was surprised that such a little girl was setting up a stall on the street by herself, and asked again: "Little sister, where are your parents? How can you save you and draw here alone?"

"I only have my mother, and my sister needs surgery when she is sick." Zishan said truthfully.
Chapter completed!