Their Intriguing Marriage

Li Qingning slid down from the bench and knelt down on the ground, murmuring to himself: "Rh negative, where to find Rh negative blood..."

Suddenly, an idea like a light across her dark and cold world.

He Jiawen, when the studio was registered, she clearly remembered that he Jiawen's blood type column was filled with "Rh negative".

At that time, she also laughed and said that she had never seen such a blood type.

Hearing her words, he Jiawen looked proud and said: "yes, I am such a special existence. Sister Qingning, you should cherish me."

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But how can she talk to he Jiawen?

Looking at the scarlet light on the top of the operating room, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind to dial the number she thought she would never get through again.

After a short prompt sound, he Jiawen's clear and warm voice came from the receiver, just like a gospel of salvation.

"Hello, Qingning." He paused and called her name softly, without adding the word "sister".

Li Qingning didn't care to think much about it, so he quickly said: "Hey, he Jiawen, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I really have no choice. Lan Qing had a car accident and is in urgent need of blood transfusion. His blood type is the same as you, Rh negative. Can you... Can you come..."

She spoke incoherently, but the other end of the phone sounded very calm, there was no response, only the sound of even breathing.

After a few seconds, he said: "how can you... Remember my blood type?"

She was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her voice trembled and she said, "there's no time to explain. I beg you, I beg you to save Lan Qing. Even if it's not my face, he is your brother after all... I beg you..."

In the end, her voice was completely drowned in a lump.

"Do you want me to do that?" His voice sounded a little colder than just now. Her voice seemed to be squeezed by the rapid expansion of emotion. She couldn't make any sound. She covered her mouth with her other hand and nodded desperately.

After hanging up the phone, he Jiawen finally appeared in the line of sight as Li Qingning held his mobile phone and kept looking in the direction of the corridor.

He came up to her and squatted down beside her, looking at her red eyes and pale face, just like a ghost in Liaozhai. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "Qingning, I'm here. I'll be fine."

Du Zihao just turned his head. This scene, even in the eyes of an outsider, exudes the smell of adultery, so ambiguous that people can't look directly at it.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened again, and the sound of the doctor's footsteps was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.

"The patient is in urgent need of blood transfusion. Look..."

"Doctor, smoke me. I'm the patient's brother." Li Qingning looked at he Jiawen's back with tears in his eyes. His voice sounded so steady and calm.

"Well, come with me." The doctor nodded and disappeared in the corridor with he Jiawen.

She was relieved, and her nervous tension gradually eased.

Du Zihao lowered his head and saw that Li Qingning was pale and his hair was scattered on his cheek. He looked lifeless.

He thought that the woman's heart was as hard as a cold stone, but now he looked at her for Lan Qing, and suddenly his heart moved.

He walked up to her in silence, reached out to her and said, "get up. The ground is cold. It'll get better. Don't worry."

Li Qingning looked up at her, her eyes were still misty. She took a deep breath, gently put her hand on his hand, and struggled to stand up and sit back in the chair.

After a long time, until the night shrouded the whole city, the red light at the door of the operating room finally went out.

The doctor came out from the inside, his eyes shining with tired light. He took off the mask, glanced over their faces and said, "the operation is very successful. The patient has been out of danger, but he is still in a coma. Now everything will be fine when he wakes up."

Du Zihao looked at the doctor with wide eyes. When he finished the last word, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes sparkled with excitement. He turned to Li Qingning and said, "Li Qingning, do you hear me? Lan Qing is alive

He excitedly extended his arms to embrace her. In a trance, she seemed to feel a warm liquid flowing into her neck.

The big stone that she had been pressing in her heart finally fell down and relaxed. Then she suddenly felt a great tiredness coming to her.

She reached into her pocket, and the cold touch of the bracelet made her a little more conscious.

They put on the disinfection clothes and walked into the ICU gently. Lan Qing was lying quietly in the middle of several instruments that were working every minute. The lines of his chin still looked so arrogant. Even in a coma, the lines on his face were still tight and domineering.

Looking at his pale side face, Li Qingning suddenly felt like he was in a dream. His eyes were hot and he wanted to cry again, but he finally put up with it.

She suddenly seems to think of something, quietly told Du Zihao to go out for a while, turned and walked out of the ward.

After a passing nurse asked, she came to the door of an ordinary ward and gently pushed the door open.

In the snow-white ward, he Jiawen leaned wearily against the bed half shaking up. His arms were stiff and bent, and thick gauze was wrapped around the veins.

Hearing the movement at the door, he turned his head slowly. After seeing her, he showed a tired smile. His lips were pale, and the whole person looked lifeless.

"How can you..." Li Qingning went to his bed and looked down at him in disbelief.

He Jiawen's mouth grinned gently and said, "how can it be like this? Come on, anyone who takes 1000cc of blood will be like this. Don't think it's me who is vulnerable. "

"Why so much?"

He chuckled, moved his eyes from her to the window and said carelessly: "when the pump reaches 600cc, the doctor refuses to pump again, saying that it has exceeded the maximum amount of blood donation, which I insist on time and again. If it is not enough, then my previous blood will not be in vain?"

Li Qingning lowered his eyes and said softly, "Jiawen, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. What's wrong with me?" He turned his head and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

But Li Qingning was unable to answer for a moment. He just stood there with his fingers twisted together.