"The success rate for liver transplants is relatively high. Besides, in your case, your liver's blood production function only started failing because of your heart condition.
If you had met me a few years earlier, your liver would be fine. Generally speaking, the best donors are the closest blood relatives."
Gu Jiaojiao gave Song Zijie a general overview, which he understood, after all, he was a third-year medical student.
Su Shuochi watched his girl with a burning gaze; even he, a layman, understood what she was saying.
Song Zijie was instantly filled with a new hope for survival. Forgetting about his liangpi noodles, he rushed home to discuss it with his parents.
Before leaving, he looked at Gu Jiaojiao. "I really was just trying to earn some more money to leave for my family. You don't think I'm too materialistic, do you?"
Gu Jiaojiao's eyes lit up as she shook her head repeatedly. 'How could making money be materialistic? I love making money!'
