When doing a physical examination for the child before school, he accidentally discovered that the adopted son brought by his remarried wife had leukemia. I quickly contacted the bank and asked for a loan to replace my adopted son's bone marrow. But the daughter said: "Dad, you will tell me later that I have leukemia." As soon as she entered the door, the daughter knelt down in front of her wife and burst into tears. "Mom, I want to live, please help me." I knew this was my daughter's temptation, and I kept looking at my wife's actions. As long as it says to cure my daughter, I will try to cure my son even if I try to sell everything. If my wife can't share weal and woe with me, then I will have no choice but to turn a blind eye to my adopted son's illness.
