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Refuse to Save the Devil Cousin

My cousin, Gavin Smith, fell ill, and then Dad quickly let the whole family to go to the hospital to visit Gavin. Gavin had been strong, but then he was lying in the hospital with a pale face. His hands were so thin that the blue veins could be seen, and his hands were covered with dense needle marks. My sister, Lucy Smith, hid behind me and whispered, "Gavin is so pitiful. It would be great if we could help him." When sending us out of the ward, my uncle rubbed his hands and begged my father to go for a matching test. Dad had a good relationship with my uncle and called on our entire family to go for a matching test.