"This is insanity." Li Xinyuan groaned. Taken by frustration, he all but banged his head on the work table he was provided. "We have already conducted nearly twenty HLA-Typing tests on Young Miss Cheon's immediate family. Still zero match, how is this even logical?!"
Was the world's consciousness so bent on taking this child's life? Against his better judgement, Li Xinyuan couldn't stop himself from feeling resentful of this entire situation.
Just for the sake of restoring balance, a child needn't die. Why was this situation so, so fucked up?
Once again, he banged his head on the tabletop and heaved a great sigh. His hands balled on his lap, knuckles white with the strength of his grip.
Tragic as it may be, even Cheon WuHui's marrow did not match with Cheon Yerin. As chagrined as Li Xinyuan was, such cases were not uncommon. It wasn't necessary for immediate relatives to have matching bone marrow.
