Jack on Nostr: Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived with his younger sister. Tragically, ...
Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived with his younger sister. Tragically, their parents passed away when they were young, leaving them with no other relatives. One day, disaster struck again - the boy's sister fell seriously ill and required a blood transfusion. However, the cost of blood at the hospital was too expensive for the boy to afford, even though the hospital waived the surgery cost.
The boy had a similar blood type to his sister, and the doctor asked him if he had the courage to endure the pain of donating blood. The boy hesitated at first, but after some careful thought, he made up his mind. He kept quiet and did not make a sound while the blood was being drawn, but he moved to the next bed where his sister was lying, smiling at her.
After the operation, the boy's face was devoid of a smile as he asked the doctor in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?" The doctor was about to laugh at the boy's ignorance when he realized the boy's bravery had shocked him. In the mind of a 10-year-old boy, he thought a blood transfusion would cost him his life, but he was still willing to give blood to his sister. The doctor's palms were sweating, and he squeezed the boy's hand and said, "Don't worry! You won't die. Blood transfusion does not cost lives."
The boy's eyes sparkled with hope as he asked, "Really? How many years can I live?" The doctor smiled at him and said with love, "You can live to 100 years old, young man, you are very healthy!" The boy jumped off the bed to the floor, filled with joy. He turned around a few times to confirm that he was really fine, and then raised his arm again - the arm from which he had just had blood drawn. He looked up at the doctor with a solemn expression and said, "Then let me give half of my blood to my younger sister, and each of us will live 50 years!"
The boy had a similar blood type to his sister, and the doctor asked him if he had the courage to endure the pain of donating blood. The boy hesitated at first, but after some careful thought, he made up his mind. He kept quiet and did not make a sound while the blood was being drawn, but he moved to the next bed where his sister was lying, smiling at her.
After the operation, the boy's face was devoid of a smile as he asked the doctor in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?" The doctor was about to laugh at the boy's ignorance when he realized the boy's bravery had shocked him. In the mind of a 10-year-old boy, he thought a blood transfusion would cost him his life, but he was still willing to give blood to his sister. The doctor's palms were sweating, and he squeezed the boy's hand and said, "Don't worry! You won't die. Blood transfusion does not cost lives."
The boy's eyes sparkled with hope as he asked, "Really? How many years can I live?" The doctor smiled at him and said with love, "You can live to 100 years old, young man, you are very healthy!" The boy jumped off the bed to the floor, filled with joy. He turned around a few times to confirm that he was really fine, and then raised his arm again - the arm from which he had just had blood drawn. He looked up at the doctor with a solemn expression and said, "Then let me give half of my blood to my younger sister, and each of us will live 50 years!"