Su Ling was very sad, and mixed with that sadness was fear, causing her entire being to collapse.
Unable to think of the worst outcome, her voice trembled as she spoke: "But if none of the people around match, then what?"
Hearing this, Lu Zhanbei's voice turned cold as he said sternly, "Then call that man and have him come over for a match, he's the child's father, the one most likely to be a successful match. As long as there's a chance for surgery, Little Ear can possibly recover fully."
"But, even if I call him, he won't come."
Thinking of Nie Mingfeng made Su Ling even sadder: "He has always thought Little Ear is your son, and I have always told him so, that's why he won't come..."
"First call him, if he doesn't come, I'll help you explain..."
As if the most fragile string in the heart had snapped, Su Ling cried her eyes out: "President, thank you! Thank you..."
"Alright, stop crying! If you also collapse, what about the child?"
