"Save her son."
"But Xiaohan is only three years old, and a three-year-old is not qualified to donate bone marrow."
Lan Xin Ai, born a nurse, naturally understood this.
Xi Yemo's gaze darkened, but he did not speak.
The little woman seemed to have realized something too; her face turned slightly pale. Since there was a doctor by her side, she was clearly aware that Xiaohan was not qualified to donate bone marrow, yet she went ahead with it. What else could this mean?
"Honey, how about we just throw Ou Xiaohan out of the hospital?"
Xi Yemo was not a soft-hearted person. No matter what kind of woman Ai Minzhen was, before he did anything, he would always put the little woman first.
On the surface, the little woman didn't care, but deep down, she was very sad.
Would Mr. Xi have to ask his wife's permission if it was someone else? He would have dealt with it directly.
Lan Xin Ai immediately said, "Don't."
"Honey, are you feeling sorry for him?" Xi Yemo narrowed his eyes.
