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Chapter 465: In Need of a Blood Donor

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Sheng Jian meticulously adjusted Rong Qi’s clothes, casting a satisfied glance at her. “You look lovely. From now on, this coat is exclusively yours. Come on, let’s go in.”

Rong Qi didn’t respond, her expression icy as she walked ahead. A newfound warmth enveloped her, a sensation she’d never felt before, which stirred an odd feeling within her.

Rong Qi walked through the desolate hallway outside the Emergency Room of the hospital. Awaiting her was a man in a white coat, leaning against the wall. The instant she approached, he straightened up. Just as he was about to speak, he glimpsed a middle-aged man following behind her and paused in slight surprise.

“What’s going on?” Rong Qi asked.

“He removed his oxygen mask and the IV by himself—hell-bent on dying. He’s conscious now. Would you like to see him?” Lu Chengzhou said.

Lu Chengzhou’s expression was anything but pleasant. No doctor can remain unfazed when a patient disrespects the life-saving measures they’ve undertaken. Especially when the patient in question is someone they already dislike.

Rong Qi frowned. Her lips parting to speak, her words were interrupted by hurried footsteps from behind.

“Of course, we must see him! My son, my poor son!” Mrs. Rong Sr., leaning on her cane, hastened toward them.

A sneer graced the corner of Rong Qi’s lips, and she opted to remain silent.

“Doctor, how is my son? I beg you, save him at any cost, even if it leaves us destitute,” Mrs. Rong Sr. implored, supported on either side by Rong Feiyu and Su Yifan. She promptly elbowed Rong Qi out of the way, inserting herself between her and Lu Chengzhou.

Rong Qi stepped back, steadied by Sheng Jian. He frowned, clearly unimpressed by Mrs. Rong Sr.’s snide demeanor.

“Let’s go sit over there, Little Qi,” Sheng Jian said softly.

Rong Qi nodded. She was starting to feel a bit drained. Her complexion was pale, and under the harsh lights of the hospital, she appeared somewhat frail. A discomfort in her lower abdomen had her clutching at her waist.

“There’s an urgent decision you’ll have to make,” Lu Chengzhou spoke, his voice tinged with impatience. “He’s awake, yes, but in a very precarious state. Whether he lives or dies is in your hands.”

Lu Chengzhou reached his hand into his pocket naturally and tapped on the screen a few times. The screen flashed and then went dark again.

“Of course, we have to save him.”

Mrs. Rong Sr. nearly fainted at hearing the severity of her son Rong Tian’s condition. Su Yifan tightened his lips, nervously stating, “Doctor, please do your best. Whatever you need, we’ll do our utmost to provide.”

“Anything?” Lu Chengzhou raised an eyebrow, a mocking glint in his eyes.

Mrs. Rong Sr. nodded. After all, this was her flesh and blood; she had to care.

Lu Chengzhou tightened the gloves on his hands. “Here’s the situation: Mr. Rong has lost a significant amount of blood due to the car accident. The hospital has exhausted its supply of compatible blood, and nearby blood banks also lack sufficient stock. He needs immediate surgery, which in turn needs a blood donor. Any volunteers?”

Pausing, Lu Chengzhou added, “But keep in mind that this would be tantamount to a blood transfusion on a large scale. It could cause harm to the donor, perhaps even life-long repercussions.”

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Mrs. Rong Sr. paused. After a long while, she said, “Is it that serious?”

Mrs. Rong Sr. hesitated, visibly conflicted. She looked to Rong Feiyu and Su Yifan for their input.

Su Yifan quickly stepped up. “If my blood type matches, I’m willing to donate.”

Mrs. Rong Sr. and Rong Feiyu looked at Su Yifan gratefully.

Lu Chengzhou cut in coldly, “Don’t bother thinking about it. You’re not a match. You have O-type blood, and Rong Tianshi is A-type.”

Su Yifan’s mouth opened in disbelief and thought to himself, ‘How did this doctor manage to discern my blood type just by looking at me?’