It wasn't until two days later, when Elsie and Jack came again with a paternity test report in their hands, that I saw smiles on their faces.
"Harley! You have suffered so much over the years. Let us take you for a full body check-up!"
I was stunned and didn't say anything. Then I comforted myself, thinking that it must be because both my foster parents and I made a living by collecting garbage, and they were afraid that I might carry some germs on me.
A strong sense of inferiority arose in my heart immediately.
After a series of physical examinations, the doctor said to Elsie, "Her physical indicators are all normal, but... She was born with one kidney."
Seeing Elsie's expression change drastically, the doctor hurriedly explained, "But you don't have to worry at all. Having one kidney has almost no impact on her body. She just needs to be careful not to stay up late and drink less coke."
After hearing the doctor's words, both Elsie and I breathed a sigh of relief.
However, it was not until later that I learned that Elsie was not worried about my health that day.
She was only worried about whether Eva would still be healthy after she had my kidney.