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After he finished speaking, Yang Yitian hung up the phone with a snap, and returned to the ward slowly, looking at his sister who was breathing lightly and having difficulty breathing, and was sleeping lightly with her eyes closed.

"No brother, don't go!"

After more than ten minutes, Yang Xuan suddenly yelled in horror, her frail body threw herself forward, and she woke up crying after having a nightmare.

"Xiaoxuan, brother didn't leave here!" Yang Yitian panicked, and hurriedly sat beside the hospital bed, hugged his sister in his arms, and kept calming her down.

"Woooo. Brother, I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore." Yang Xuan leaned against Yang Yitian's body, her pale, bloodless hands hugged his waist tightly, fearing that she would disappear if she let go.

Seeing his younger sister's face wet with tears, Yang Yitian's heart ached like a knife, patted her thin shoulder lightly, and smiled forcedly: "Silly girl, you are the most important person in my brother, even if I give up the whole world, I will never leave you again!"

"Brother, I don't dare to sleep anymore, can you chat with me?" Yang Xuan pursed her lips and cried softly. Her tender appearance seemed to split Yang Yitian's heart in two, which was worse than being pricked by thousands of needles. It is a thousand times more painful.

"Yes!" Yang Yitian nodded gently, chatted with Yang Xuan for a long time, and gained a general understanding of her life experiences over the years.

It turned out that from the day she joined the army, she was just a freshman in high school, and she had suffered unfair grievances in the world for six years.

Even now that she is seriously ill, Longsheng Real Estate has demolished the shantytowns. Seeing that she is a weak and bully girl, she finds reasons for not paying the demolition fee, and waits for her to die indifferently.

"Longsheng Real Estate!"

Yang Yitian's gloomy eyes showed a cold edge. In his heart, Yang Xuan was more important than his life. He wanted those gangsters to pay back this revenge with their blood.

After staying in the ward for several hours, after Yang Xuan complained that she was tired and could not stand the drowsiness and fell asleep again, Yang Yitian gently helped her cover the quilt and found the attending doctor in charge of her.

"The patient's condition is not optimistic. If the operation is not performed as soon as possible, she will have at most one month."

The attending doctor was a man in his 50s. He warned Yang Yitian earnestly that Yang Xuan's condition could no longer be exhausted. The hospital happened to have suitable bone marrow transplants, but the total cost would be at least 50 yuan, enough to destroy an income. lowly ordinary family.

"You don't need to worry about the surgery. I have invited the world's top leukemia doctors, and they will treat my sister personally!" Yang Yitian said with a stern face and a deep tone.

"Top leukemia doctor?"

The attending doctor frowned, and reminded in a deep voice: "We have treated Yang Xuan for several months, and we know her various conditions very well. The success rate of the treatment will be much higher, although I don't know that the top doctor you mentioned The team, how powerful is it, but re-substituting will take a lot of time for inspection, and we may not be familiar with your sister's situation. I know you are eager to protect your sister and want to give her the best treatment, but time is not enough. Waiting for others, how to choose is up to you!"

After listening to the doctor's words, Yang Yitian was silent, yes, time waits for no one, if the younger sister's condition is delayed, then even the top leukemia doctor will be helpless.

"Forget it, I don't want to say anything more. Yang Xuan has owed a lot of expenses in the past six months of treatment. You are her brother, go and pay the money first!" The attending physician sighed.

"Thank you for taking care of her during this time!"

Yang Yitian looked melancholy, nodded and stood up slowly. He heard from Yang Xuan in the ward before that the treatment owed a lot of money to the hospital. The doctor did not drive her away out of humanitarianism.

In the main building of the People's Hospital, Yang Yitian handed the bill and bank card to the staff at the payment office.

"I'm sorry, sir, your card seems to have been frozen. Do you have any other bank cards?" the staff in white said politely.