I added with a cold smile, "Oh, by the way, you treated my daughter to mooncakes. I don't have much to offer in return, but I brought you some cola. I hope you don't mind."
Ignoring the rage twisting Emerald's features, I turned and walked into the operating room. My heart sank as I laid eyes on Tamara. She was lying on the surgical table, pale as a sheet, her tiny body motionless. A nurse was preparing to extract bone marrow from her pelvis. When the nurse saw me, she froze in shock before fleeing the room.
Bone marrow extraction?
I could barely believe my eyes. "This isn't just drawing blood!" I cried out, my voice echoing in the sterile room. "They're extracting bone marrow!"
It made no sense. Tamara had vomited from the allergy, but there were no visible signs of swelling or rash. An allergic reaction like this didn't require surgery, let alone something as extreme as collecting bone marrow. What was happening?
No one responded. I could feel the weight of silence around me as they scrambled to fetch security, no doubt. But I had no time to waste. Without another word, I lifted my daughter into my arms, her body so light, and hurried out of the room.