In Need of a Blood Donor

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.