After Rebirth, I Gave Up Saving My Sister with Leukemia

In the dilapidated self-built house, my mother, whom I hadn't seen for several years, told me: "Your sister's condition has worsened. Go with us to the hospital now for a check. If your marrow's a match, you can have surgery immediately."

Beside her, my dad said impatiently, "Hurry up. She won't live through the year otherwise."

In my previous life, I listened to my parents, went to the hospital for the check and donated my bone marrow to my sister. But later, to cut corners on expenses, they let my sister stay in the VIP ward, while I was discharged early and moved into the stairwell.