Three months later, my dad's liver deteriorated and was urgently sent to the hospital.

I was anxiously floating in the sky, the only thing I could do was pray to find a suitable liver source in time, so that my dad could undergo a liver transplant surgery.

My dad stayed in the hospital for a month, and I floated in the hospital for a month as well.

Finally, one day, good news arrived: a suitable liver source had been found, and the surgery could be performed next week.

We were instantly overjoyed.

"Doctor, is the kind-hearted liver donor in the hospital? If so, Uncle Liu, push me there so that I can personally express my gratitude."

The attending physician shook his head at my dad.

"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, but this kind-hearted person requested to donate anonymously. We cannot tell you who the donor is."

"Anonymous?"

We were all amazed.