Amanda Smith's heart clenched viciously; she had to bite her lip hard to hold back her tears. In a quiet voice, she asked, "What did the doctor say?"
"What else can they say?" Donald Johnson let out a bitter laugh, "They can only do their best to save him. This disease, leukemia, how can it be cured..."
Even with today's advanced medical technology, some things couldn't be achieved with money.
What was the use of earning so much money if he couldn't even save his son's life?
The best medical conditions, the best doctors, but without a bone marrow match, it was still a futile effort.
Overwhelmed by the thought, Donald Johnson reached for another cigarette. Amanda turned her head and saw Donald's face, noticeably gaunt, and she found herself unable to speak a word.
Perhaps the pain suffered by parents at this moment was even greater than hers.
And they had already been living through this torment for over a month.
Even this sort of pain was beyond her comprehension.
