The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion

The urgent footsteps accompanied by a heart ready to burst in fear, Han Xi rushed into the open bedroom door. The blinding scene before her caused her pupils to contract abruptly. Her breathing became rapid, her chest filled with acidity and anger, and her hands hanging on both sides were tightly clenched.

Han Xi looked toward the woman standing hopelessly by the window. Her dark eyes were misty, and her dense lashes were adorned with tiny crystals: "Mom, don't do anything stupid, you still have me... and sister."

Wen Qin said nothing, only quietly looked at her daughter and then jumped.

With a "bang," Han Xi's whole body trembled. She staggered to the window and looked down; a patch of bright red was staining the lush green lawn. At that moment, her heart felt as if it was tightly grasped by a pair of large hands, unable to breathe.

"Doctor Han, Doctor Han..."

Han Xi awoke from the dream, the blinding sunlight outside making her eyes hard to open. Her slender, fair hand instinctively shielded her from the light: "What happened, what's going on?"

The little nurse stood gasping by the sofa, sweat beading on her forehead: "There was just a series of car accidents on the highway. People have been sent to the hospital, and the emergency room is really overwhelmed. The other doctors have gone over too; please hurry and take a look, Doctor Han."

"Okay, I understand."

Han Xi frowned, quickly got up from the sofa, washed her face, put on her white coat, and went to the emergency room.

The emergency room was already overflowing with people; screams and cries were everywhere. The doctors on duty at the hospital had all arrived, and those not at the hospital were on their way.

"Doctor Han, this patient is seriously injured, has lost too much blood, and needs immediate surgery." The emergency department doctor was at his wit's end; the injured were simply too many to handle.

"Leave it to me; you go check on the other patients."

"All right, thank you, Doctor Han."

Han Xi glanced at the man lying on the surgical cart, then looked up and spoke quickly: "Move him into the operating room immediately, prepare for surgery, and call the blood bank to send over blood matching the patient's type."

"Okay." The little nurse beside her nodded, wasting no time, wheeling the patient onto the elevator.

Han Xi changed into sterile clothing and walked into the operating room. The nurse inside hung up the phone anxiously and looked up just as Han Xi walked in: "Doctor Han, this patient is Rh-negative blood type, we don't have any in the blood bank, what do we do? He looks like he's about to die."

Rh-negative blood type is very rare, even in a big place like An City, it's hard to find even one or two, especially since this person urgently needs blood to save his life.

"I am Rh-negative blood type, I'll donate blood to him. Go outside and call Doctor Chen over to perform surgery on the patient."

"I'll go right away." The little nurse said and dashed out.

Han Xi lowered her eyes and looked at the man lying on the operating table. Although his face was already pale as paper, his delicate features were still as beautiful as a painting. His high nose and lips, cut like a knife, were somewhat cracked, and his white shirt was stained with blood, bright red and very dazzling.

This brought Han Xi's thoughts back to the nightmare just moments ago, like a demonic nightmare.

When Chen Zheng changed into sterile clothing and pushed through the door, Han Xi was already lying on the neighboring surgical bed, her voice clean as dust: "Doctor Chen, we can start at any time."

"Are you sure?" Worry flickered across Chen Zheng's handsome face.

"Let's start." Han Xi closed her eyes, the light casting on her flawless profile.