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I Donated My Bone Marrow for the White Moonlight and Regretted It
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The cold operating room door closed behind me, and the harsh fluorescent lights pierced my eyes. The doctor flipped through my medical records with a blank expression, a hint of barely perceptible pity in his gaze. "Miss Song, the risks of bone marrow donation are significant, and the extraction amount is considerable, which could endanger your life. Are you sure you want to proceed?"
I nodded, my throat tightening, rendering me speechless. My fingers unconsciously rubbed the ring on my fourth finger, a token that Gu Ting had bought for me eight years ago, a heartfelt gift made with all his savings.
Through the window, I saw Gu Ting pacing anxiously outside. His gaze was not directed at me but frequently drifted toward the VIP ward at the end of the corridor. There lay his beloved, Lin Weiwei.
The anesthetist began injecting the anesthetic into me; the cold liquid flowed through the needle into my veins. My consciousness started to blur, and Gu Ting's past vow echoed in my ears: "Anxin, you and Weiwei are equally important to me."
A piercing pain shot through my bones, and even in a state of anesthesia, I could still feel that gnawing ache. I clenched my teeth to stifle any sound, but tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.
"Extract a bit more; Miss Lin needs enough bone marrow," the doctor's voice came from afar.
"But Miss Song's indicators are already..."
"President Gu said..."
When I woke up, the ward was eerily quiet. My body felt as if it had been hollowed out; I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. Gu Ting hurriedly pushed the door open, his face betraying an uncontainable joy. "Weiwei's surgery was very successful; thank you, Anxin."
His eyes sparkled with excitement, completely oblivious to my paper-white complexion.
"What will happen to my body?" I managed to ask, my throat dry as if it had been scorched by fire.
Gu Ting frowned slightly and waved his hand impatiently.
"Just a little bone marrow, you'll be fine after a few days. Don't be so dramatic."
He glanced at his watch. "I need to go be with Wei Wei. She just woke up and might be scared."
The nurse brought in the post-operative report, and Gu Ting casually placed it on the bedside table before hurriedly leaving.
I struggled to reach out, trembling as I picked up the paper.
"Match Type: High Compatibility" — the words stung my eyes.
Fate is truly ironic.
My bone marrow matched Lin Weiwei's almost perfectly.
It felt as if my only purpose in existence was to provide her with this perfect bone marrow.
In the stillness of the night, I endured the pain coursing through my body alone.
It felt like a thousand needles were piercing my bones simultaneously; every breath was an agony.
The pain kept me from sleeping, and the glow of my phone screen became my only companion.
Lin Weiwei had updated her social media: "Thank you, Ting Ge, thank you, sister. I will carry your love and live well."
The accompanying photo showed her gently nestled in Gu Ting's arms, smiling happily.
And there I was, like a worthless piece of trash, lying alone on this cold hospital bed, drained of all value.
I stared at that photo and suddenly laughed.
It turned out I really was just a stand-in, a substitute whose worth had been exhausted and could be discarded at any moment.
Tears blurred my vision as pain spread from my bones to my heart.
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On the day I was discharged from the hospital, no one came to pick me up.
I dragged my weak body into a taxi and returned to the home that Gu Ting and I once shared.
As I opened the door, a chill hit me in the face.
The empty room echoed only with the sound of my footsteps.
Gu Ting had been preoccupied with Lin Weiwei during this time, not even glancing at me once, as if our ten years of relationship had been drained away along with that vial of bone marrow.
I slowly walked towards the bedroom and found the bed neatly made, clearly indicating that Gu Ting hadn't returned to sleep there for a long time.
I curled up on the sofa when my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Gu Ting's childhood friend, Zhou Ming: "Song Anxin, Gu Ting held a welcome party for Lin Weiwei at the Hyatt. Aren't you going to show any sign of acknowledgment?"
Trembling, I clicked on the video he sent. In the luxurious banquet hall, Lin Weiwei was wearing a champagne-colored gown, radiant and stunning. Gu Ting stood beside her, his gaze so tender it seemed like it could drip with affection.
“Everyone, today I want to give special thanks to someone,” Lin Weiwei raised her glass, a sweet smile on her face. “Thank you to my dear sister Anxin; she gave me a second chance at life.”
The guests applauded, their praises echoing throughout the room. “Miss Weiwei is so kind.” “President Gu is so good to Weiwei; I'm so envious.” “I heard President Gu even gave up his fiancée for Miss Weiwei?” “Shh, keep it down; isn’t that fiancée the one who donated bone marrow?”
I bit my lip hard, realizing that my sacrifice was merely a touching story to them. All the pain and loneliness I endured were brushed aside as if they were insignificant details.
My stomach churned violently, and I rushed into the bathroom to dry heave. Looking in the mirror, I saw my pale face and dark circles under my eyes.
My phone vibrated again. This time it was a message from Gu Ting: “Weiwei wants to see you to thank you in person. Come over right away.”
The cold text held no warmth, as if issuing orders to an inconsequential stranger. I stared at the message for a long time before slowly typing my reply: “No need; I’m afraid of dirtying your celebration.”
As I clicked to block him, tears finally broke free. I looked down at the ring on my ring finger, the one he had once solemnly placed there. The cheap diamond sparkled under the light with an almost blinding brilliance.
This ring is as cheap as I am.
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