Wen Wanzhi sat up, her arm aching.
She lowered her head and saw three catheters of various sizes inserted into her arm, with fluids still being administered through her wrist.
The regular beeping of machines sounded in her ear, and the hospital room was equipped with even more advanced machinery than before.
Wen Wanzhi moved her fingers. "What's the status of my illness now?"
Ye Yazhou and Cao Qing exchanged glances, hesitating before Ye Yazhou finally spoke.
"Sister Wanzhi, your hematopoietic stem cells have ceased to function; now, your blood balance hinges primarily on these external catheters."
Wen Wanzhi's eyes dimmed a bit. "So, I must be hospitalized for treatment now."
Ye Yazhou felt a pang in his heart and said urgently, "But a match has already been found! The person is in New Country, and it will take a week to get here. Our team is ready to operate at any time."