Huo Jingting, impatient, interrupted him, "Get to the point."
"The point is what I just said." The man poured himself a glass of water, "Chengcheng's condition has worsened, and Qingge couldn't reach you, so she called me. I also couldn't get through to you, so I decided to go back and check on him, took the six A.M. flight this morning."
Huo Jingting also came over and sat down, "Has the hospital found any suitable bone marrow donors?"
"Not yet." He shook his head, "Chengcheng's blood type is rare, and the chances of finding a suitable bone marrow donor are much lower than for most people. The hospital is trying its best to find one."
Jiang Qian's tone dropped, and after finishing, he sighed helplessly.
Huo Jingting felt a headache coming on and raised his hand to massage his temples, instructing, "You contact the famous hospitals in the country as well, get them all searching. I refuse to believe we can't find even one suitable bone marrow match!"