Upon hearing this.
Mrs. Allen, with reddened eyes, couldn't help but say, "It's my fault, I failed to give her a healthy body, let her suffer the same illness as me, and didn't take good care of her since childhood, leading to this. If I could use my heart for her, I really want to swap it for hers!"
Mr. Allen held back the agitated Mrs. Allen, "Now is not the time for us to blame ourselves, we need to figure out a way to save her first."
For ordinary people, waiting for a suitable heart match is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Someone like Nancy Allen, with this blood type, virtually has no hope.
