Chapter 607

The doctor said, “You should notify your family as soon as possible and have them all come for a match. The compatibility of relatives is generally higher than that of others.”

My mom asked, “What is the success rate of kidney transplant surgery?”

The doctor said, “About sixty percent. If there is a suitable kidney source, the chances of surgery are definitely higher.”

My mom asked, “After the surgery, will I have to take medicine for the rest of my life?”

The doctor said, “That is for sure; after all, transplants always have rejection reactions.”

My mother said, “Okay doctor, I understand.”

I heard the “heart as ashes” desolation in my mother’s voice.

I knew my mom too well; she definitely wouldn’t want to use her own family’s kidney.

There were not many people left in my mother’s family. The closest to her were Quentin and me. How could she possibly use the kidneys of Quentin and me?

No matter what, I had to save my mom.

“Make a match for me.”

I rushed into the hospital and said to the doctor without any regard.

My mother looked at me in shock, her voice trembling, “Ralda, how…how did you get here?”

I looked at my mom, her eyes filled with tears in an instant, full of pain and discomfort in her heart.

No wonder at that time my mother’s eyes were filled with lingering sadness.

No wonder my mom always said she couldn’t bear to part with us back then.

I thought she was too emotional because of my dad’s affair, but it turns out she was already seriously ill.

At that time, none of us were by her side. My dad was like that again. How helpless and fearful she must have been all alone.

I hugged my mom, my voice choked up, “How could this happen, Mom, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

My mother patted my back, crying out, “It’s already incurable. How should I tell you?”

My biggest wish now is that you and Quentin can be well; as long as you are happy, I can close my eyes even if I die.

“You won’t, you’ll be fine.”

I gently pushed her aside and looked at the doctor, “I am her daughter, please do a match for me.”

The doctor glanced at the paper in my hand and asked in confusion, “It looks like you’re holding a prenatal examination form. Are you pregnant?”

My mother’s body shook, pulling me excitedly, “Really, Ralda, are you really pregnant?”

“Um.” I nodded and said to my mom, “I was originally planning to finish the 4D ultrasound and show you and Reynaldo the B-ultrasound report, but I didn’t expect that the 4D ultrasound was not done yet, and I saw you also came to the hospital.”

“That’s great,” my mom couldn’t care less about discussing her own illness.

She pulled me, and finally, there was light in her dark eyes.

She exclaimed with joy, “Ralda, how many months has the baby been? You’ve been feeling okay during this time; why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have helped you.”

“I will tell you about the child later.”

My mother’s condition is quite tricky now.

When I remembered the doctor’s words that “I wouldn’t last half a year,” my heart was filled with panic and fear.

I anxiously said to the doctor, “I am her daughter; my kidney must be a match with hers.”

“That’s not necessarily true; it’s just that the compatibility is slightly higher than with other people.”

“And now that you are pregnant, even if it is found that your kidney matches your mother’s, you cannot undergo a transplant surgery; otherwise, it will affect the development of the baby.”