Chi Yu met her cold gaze, and his heart felt as if it had been suddenly pricked by something, aching sharply.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but the woman opposite had already averted her gaze.
In an instant, Chi Yu's hand on his leg curled slightly. He followed Jiang Zhirou's line of sight and looked at the man lying on the bed.
The car soon drove into the hospital, and Si Moshen was immediately rushed into the emergency room.
Jiang Zhirou and Uncle Shen stood outside the operating room.
Just as Chi Yu took a step forward, wanting to walk towards Jiang Zhirou, Uncle Shen stepped forward first and blocked between them.
"Mr. Chi, would you mind having a word with me further?"
Uncle Shen tilted his chin in the direction of the corridor, indicating for Chi Yu to go out.
Chi Yu looked at Jiang Zhirou's back, pursed his lips, then turned and walked into the corridor beside.
"I didn't do anything to him."
As soon as he walked into the corridor, Chi Yu immediately said to Uncle Shen.
Hearing this, Uncle Shen nodded weakly, "I know." He looked at Chi Yu, "Mr. Chi, the Third Master has been ill for almost a year. The doctor said that if he can't be treated in time, he doesn't have much time left."
"He doesn't want to be treated?"
Chi Yu didn't understand why there had been no treatment for such a long time.
Hearing this, Uncle Shen smiled helplessly, "Maybe this is the retribution for the Si family."
The ancestors of the Si family were involved in the black market and did a lot of shady things. They made money, but those things they did could never be washed away.
Although the Si family had completely cleaned up their act by the generation of Si Moshen's father, some things were like wild vines. The more you wanted to eliminate them, the more they would grow.
People of Uncle Shen's older generation usually believed in fate and the law of cause and effect.
Si Moshen's parents didn't end well, and now it was Si Moshen's turn.
Chi Yu frowned when he heard this.
He didn't believe in any cause and effect or fate.
Si Moshen had enough financial resources and resources. He had finally found Jiang Zhirou, and he couldn't just die like this.
But the only reason he didn't want to be treated was...
Chi Yu tightened his hand hanging by his leg. After a while, he took a deep breath and stared at Uncle Shen firmly, "What's Si Moshen's blood type?"
Uncle Shen's face changed, but he still said, "Rh negative blood."
The moment the words fell, Chi Yu had the answer in his heart.
He fixed his gaze on Uncle Shen and said softly.
"The blood bank here won't have this type of blood."
"If a blood source can't be found, Si Moshen won't make it through tonight."
There was no emotion in Chi Yu's voice. Just as Uncle Shen was about to speak, he heard the commotion inside.
Inside, the nurse said to Jiang Zhirou anxiously.
"The patient needs a blood transfusion urgently. The blood bank doesn't have enough blood. The family members should be prepared..."
"I can donate blood to him."
As soon as Chi Yu's voice came out, Uncle Shen suddenly turned to look at him. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, and then a look of hesitation quickly appeared.
"Mr. Chi, I'm afraid I can't repay this favor."
Chi Yu smiled, "If there's a debt to repay, it should be Si Moshen who repays it himself."
Saying that, the next second he took a step forward and walked around to the other end. At the corner at the end of the corridor, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at Uncle Shen standing not far away.
A smile curved his lips. Just like the first time Uncle Shen saw him in the imperial capital, his smile was bright.
"Uncle Shen, after Si Moshen's operation is over, could you please take me home? And... I hope you can keep this a secret from her."
Uncle Shen wanted to stop him, but Chi Yu had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The normal amount of blood donated each time is generally 200 - 400 milliliters.
But 200 - 400 milliliters of blood would be of no use to Si Moshen.
He needed at least double the amount of blood supply to survive tonight.
The total amount of human blood is only 7% - 8% of body weight. Excessive blood donation would quickly lead to irreversible life - threatening situations. One would suffer from "circulatory failure" and "multiple organ failure" due to the rapid loss of total blood volume.
Uncle Shen's face was very ugly. He wanted to chase after Chi Yu to stop him, but his feet wouldn't move. There was always a voice in his head telling him that this was the only chance to save Si Moshen.
If he stopped Chi Yu, he would be watching Si Moshen die.
Si Moshen was the one he had watched grow up. He had long regarded Si Moshen as his own child, but wasn't Chi Yu also a treasure of another family?
At this moment, no matter which choice he made, Uncle Shen couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
A blush welled up in his eyes, and a thin mist quickly covered his vision.
I don't know how long it had passed when a female voice suddenly called him.
"Uncle Shen, why have you been standing here all this time?"
Jiang Zhirou looked at him with a puzzled expression. The nervousness she had when she first arrived at the hospital was no longer in her eyes.
"The doctor just came out and said that Third Master Si is out of danger."
Jiang Zhirou looked at Uncle Shen with a big smile on her face and kept talking.
"Third Master Si actually has panda blood. It was really dangerous just now. There wasn't any blood of this type in the hospital's blood bank. Coincidentally, there happened to be a kind - hearted person who came to the hospital with their family member and had the same blood type as Third Master Si. He donated blood. It was just like a timely rain. Isn't it amazing?"
Jiang Zhirou was immersed in the joy of Si Moshen's narrow escape from death and kept chattering. She didn't notice the complexity in Uncle Shen's eyes.
"Miss Zhizhi..."
Uncle Shen called her. He wanted to tell her, but suddenly the instruction Chi Yu had given him popped into his mind. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"What's wrong, Uncle Shen?"
Jiang Zhirou looked at him suspiciously. She always felt that something was missing. Only then did she suddenly notice that Chi Yu was not there.
"Where's Chi Yu?"
She asked.
As soon as the words fell, Uncle Shen's pupils suddenly shrank. A look of uneasiness flashed across his face. It took him a long time to reply.
"... Mr. Chi had something to do and has already left."
Left?
Jiang Zhirou frowned involuntarily.
"Without waiting for Third Master Si to wake up and apologize to him, he just left irresponsibly like this?" Jiang Zhirou was a little angry. Her voice was filled with annoyance and complaint.
In Jiang Zhirou's opinion, if it weren't for Chi Yu, Si Moshen wouldn't be lying here today, and he wouldn't have gone through all this. Now that he just left without saying a word, Jiang Zhirou wished she could tear him to pieces.
Uncle Shen averted his eyes, "Let's go and see the Third Master first."
Jiang Zhirou's attention was immediately diverted. She nodded heavily, grabbed Uncle Shen's arm and walked towards the ward.
"You're right. Third Master Si is the most important one now. We have to accompany him in the ward. We can't let him wake up and find no one in the ward. That would be so pitiful, don't you think?"
Uncle Shen forced a smile on his face and absent - mindedly responded with an "um". That smile was uglier than crying.