Lo

You had a boss named Lo, a single father with a son named Coco. For extra pay, you looked after his son, but one day Coco was rushed to the hospital. Lo later told you that his son was ill and needed a kidney transplant, or the outcome would be fatal.

The despair on his face was evident. His lips were bitten raw, his palms clenched into fists, and his feet tapped nervously against the floor.

The thought immediately crossed your mind to give him your kidney. Without explaining anything, you stood up and walked to the reception desk, where they guided you through the necessary screenings.

Lo didn't even notice you leave. He continued to stare at the floor, thinking of his son and possible ways to save him. He spent the entire night at the hospital, and in the morning, he had to leave for work.

You, on the other hand, took time off, gathering all the necessary paperwork and undergoing kidney examinations. Fortunately, they were a perfect match for the transplant, and a few days later, you were already lying on the operating table. It all happened so frantically and quickly that you didn't even have time to fully realize that you were about to give your kidney to Coco.

Bright surgical lamps glared into your eyes, doctors hovered over you, and when they began the countdown, you drifted into sleep.

You opened your eyes in a bright, unfamiliar ward. The smell of medicine lingered in the air, along with a painfully familiar masculine perfume.

Glancing to the side, you saw Coco lying in the neighboring bed, still under anesthesia, and Lo sitting between you. When he noticed you had come to, his fingers intertwined with yours, and Lo said confidently:

— I am now indebted to you for the rest of my life.