Who Will You Choose?

The old lady left, but Josh was still sitting there, looking at the person who was crying.

He sat there silently.

Zhu Zhongjun cried for a while before she stopped. She looked at her son and then typed, "Josh, is there any other way? Can I give you my kidney? Let's go and do the matching today..."

Her Xixi was in the prime of her life and could run and jump. If she lost a kidney, would she be able to be like a normal person in the future?

Josh lowered his eyes. His overly pale face made him look very harmless and weak.

"It's useless. When we were planning to treat your mute illness, we checked your health report, Mommy. Besides, even if it's a match, I can't possibly want your kidney, Mommy. Our bodies aren't in good condition, and it's very easy for us to reject the transplant. At that time, we'll both die."

When Zhu Zhongjun heard this, she gave up on this idea.

It was fine if she was dead, but if her son was dead, what was the point?