C906 I Can't Control Myself Anymore
Yan Wanwan had been accompanying Fu Yan An and Fu Sihan on the plane.
This father and son pair didn't know where they were going. One of them was a big man and the other was a small man. Both of them were arguing seriously. One of them spoke coldly while the other was persistent." Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!
Wanwan did not have the time to look at her phone until she got off the plane and got into the car back to First-class Garden.
She opened the lock screen and saw that there were more than ten missed calls!
Wanwan had been schemed against by this kind of phone call and was somewhat vigilant. Just as she was hesitating whether to call back, the other party called again.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I ask if it is Yaan Chenrui's family member, Yan Wanwan? I am the third year counselor of Imperial Capital University's Computer College. Yaan Chenrui's leukemia has relapsed. Please come to the affiliated hospital of Imperial Capital University immediately! As soon as possible!"
The other party's tone was very anxious, almost shouting.
Yan Wanwan's identity was not considered a secret in the country. Furthermore, she was the only family contact that Yaan Chenrui had written in the school's information. Almost everyone in Imperial Capital University, from professors to students, knew her identity - Super Model. Fu Sihan's wife.
How dare she shout at her like that... Wanwan felt that the other party was not a liar.
"Wanwan, what's wrong?" Fu Sihan noticed that Yan Wanwan's condition was not right and her face suddenly turned pale.
Fu Yan An, who was in her arms, looked at her mother with confusion and uneasiness.
Yan Wanwan held Fu Sihan's hand as if she was holding onto a life-saving straw, "Ah Han, you, you get people to investigate immediately, Chenrui... Did something happen to Chenrui?"
She was so nervous that her whole body was trembling. She could not even speak properly.
Fu Sihan immediately contacted Chiang Yan to investigate.
"Go to the affiliated hospital of Imperial Capital University! Quick!" As soon as Fu Sihan finished speaking, Wanwan could not wait any longer. She could not wait for Chiang Yan's response and ordered the driver first.
A few minutes later.
Chiang Yan received a response.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Wanwan. His expression was very ugly.
"Has he... Leukemia relapsed?" Wanwan's voice was difficult to speak. Her throat was dry and her eyes instantly turned red. She forced herself not to cry.
Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wanwan closely. His eyes were unblinking. After a long while, a word came out of his thin lips.
"Yes."
The carriage fell into an urgent silence.
Wanwan's breathing stopped for a few seconds. After a long while, she finally regained her breath.
She suddenly thought of something and nervously asked Fu Sihan, "Cece still doesn't know about this, right?"
"I don't know." Misko and them were not in the same car. The driver should have sent her back to Misko's apartment by now.
"Don't tell her yet. Wait, wait for two days. Chenrui's condition will be better."
Yan Wanwan was afraid that Misko would cry.
She was almost unable to control herself.
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In the hospital.0
Yaan Chenrui was lying on the bed in the ICU ward. He was still unconscious, and his face was terrifyingly pale.
"Acute leukemia and chemotherapy patients have a high relapse rate. After the relapse, because the patient had developed a certain degree of resistance during the previous chemotherapy process, therefore, the effect of chemotherapy definitely won't be as good as the previous one." The attending physician sighed.
"Is bone marrow transplantation still okay?" Wanwan looked through a glass window at the ICU's hospital bed.
"Of course, bone marrow transplantation is much safer than chemotherapy. However, a matching bone marrow can only be chanced upon by luck. "
Wanwan did not even think and immediately said, "We have already found a matching bone marrow. I will trouble you and the hospital to prepare. I will bring the person over very soon."
" Really? That is really the luckiest of the unfortunate!"
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