Dark clouds shrouded the sky above Rongcheng, and there was thunder in the gloomy sky, quite like a storm was about to come.

There were people coming and going in Rongcheng Hospital at this time, patients, medical staff, family members, everyone's faces were not relaxed.

At this time, the sound of messy footsteps appeared in the crowd accompanied by the sound of a cart, and soon everyone's eyes fell on the cart.

This is a young girl. At this time, there is still blood overflowing from the wound on her wrist, and there is also a wound on her forehead.

"How could this little girl be hurt like this?"

"Yeah, looking at the blood is still flowing."

"It wouldn't be suicide."

There were constant discussions in the crowd, and a man's eyes fell on the couple behind the medical staff, thinking to himself, why does this man feel so familiar to me, as if I have seen it somewhere.

The man who couldn't remember for a while looked at the group of people passing in front of him with doubts, until he disappeared around the corner, he remembered the identity of the man and couldn't help speaking.

"That person seems to be the boss of the Song Group."

The person on the side heard it and bumped his arm, "It's true or not."

"Of course it's true. My sister works in the Song Group. I've seen their boss before."

Speaking of this, the man showed a proud look on his face, and felt the envious eyes of others, and he became more and more happy.

"Quick, take Miss Song to the emergency room, Xiaomin, hurry up and get the blood bag," Zhang Wenqing, the doctor in charge of the emergency, ordered in an orderly manner, apparently no stranger to this situation.

"Yes," Wang Xiaomin nodded, turned and ran away.

In the emergency room, Zhang Wenqing looked at Song Yayin on the stage and shook his head. Every time he made himself like this, why didn't he suffer?

Thinking of the thin, pale girl I saw before, I couldn't help sighing.

"Doctor Zhang, there are no blood bags left in the blood bank," Wang Xiaomin looked at Zhang Wenqing panting.

"No? Why not?" Zhang Wenqing turned his head sharply and couldn't help raising the volume.

Seeing Zhang Wenqing's appearance, Wang Xiaomin couldn't help shrinking her head, and looked at Song Yayin in dissatisfaction.

"Last time, Miss Song accidentally injured the aorta. She lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion, so it's gone."

Hearing this, Zhang Wenqing pressed his eyebrows and took a few deep breaths.

"I didn't collect it later."

Speaking of this, Wang Xiaomin was very angry, and no matter what time it was, he said a lot.

"You also know the blood type of RH, there are few in the world, Miss Song is good, she hurts this one today, and that one tomorrow, the blood bag in the hospital has all entered her body, and I haven't seen her cherish it, and I don't know. Was it intentional, that the little girl kept giving her blood transfusions?"

There was a silence in the emergency room, and everyone was stunned, obviously frightened.

This Wang Xiaomin really dared to say it, although everyone knew this matter very well, but you must know that the Lord is lying here now, if this person wakes up, it will be troublesome.

Zhang Wenqing reprimanded in disapproval, "Wang Xiaomin, do you know what you are talking about now? As a nurse, all you have to do is save people, don't worry about other things."

How could he not know the twists and turns, but it's not something they can manage if they want to.

Outside the door, Song Zhilin and his wife were sitting on chairs in the corridor, staring anxiously at the operating room.

"Kachayi" The door of the emergency room was opened, and the two of them greeted them instantly.

"How is Yinyin?"

Zhang Wenqing saw the two and thought of Song Yayin, who was in urgent need of a blood transfusion at this time. It was still up to President Song, but the girl was going to suffer again.

"Miss Song is in urgent need of blood transfusion. Mr. Song, she can only ask Miss Lu for help."

Song Zhilin nodded, took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number, "Where are you now, come to the hospital immediately, Yinyin needs blood."

Don't wait for the other party to answer, just hang up the phone.

The girl who is working in the bookstore here stared blankly at the phone in her hand, and came again, why is it always like this, Song Yayin, can't you let me go?

"Qi Qi, what's the matter," Ai Qing, the store manager, looked worried when she saw her like this.

After regaining her senses, Lu Jinqi smiled and looked at Ai Qing apologetically, "Something happened, I need to go to the hospital."

Hearing this, there was still something Ai Qing didn't understand. At first she agreed to Lu Jinqi's job here because she thought the little girl was very painful. Later, when she saw her in the hospital, she was a little surprised. I saw it several times, and only after inquiring did I know the little girl's life experience.

Putting the sorted books on the table, taking off her work clothes, Lu Jinqi plans to leave.

Unexpectedly, seeing her like this, Ai Qing grabbed her arm and nodded her forehead in disgust.

"You can't go. You've only been raised for a few days. Look at your own body. You still look like a seventeen-year-old girl. If you continue, you will die."

After speaking, Ai Qing was stunned. Even she understood the truth, how could Lu Jinqi not understand.

Thinking of this, when Ai Qing saw the smile on Lu Jinqi's face, she suddenly felt stuffy, and even her eyes were red.

Lu Jinqi patted the hand on his arm soothingly, smiling all over his face, the words he said were numb and hopeless.

"But I have no choice. Thank you, Sister Ai Qing."

Thank you for the warmth you once brought me, thank you for your worry, it makes me feel like I have a day when I am worried too.

Seeing the back of Lu Jinqi leaving, Ai Qing couldn't help crying anymore. She thought that this might be the last time she saw Lu Jinqi.

As time passed, the man's face at the door of the emergency room became darker and darker, and the air pressure became lower and lower, and the people standing on the side didn't dare to breathe until Lu Jinqi appeared.

"President Song, Madam Song," Lu Jinqi looked at the two of them calmly with his dark eyes.

"Damn girl, don't hurry in," the woman took Lu Jinqi's wrist and pushed her forward.

Zhang Wenqing, who witnessed all this, frowned, then stretched out.

"Miss Lu, you're in trouble."

A moment of silence answered him.

Lu Jinqi thought that the first time he came here for a blood transfusion, he could still say no to refuse, but now he refuses to even refuse.

This is human nature, cold and selfish.

When the people in the emergency room saw Lu Jinqi, their lips moved, they wanted to say something, but they didn't know how to say it.

Lu Jinqi sat there, watching her blood flow from her body into Song Yayin's body along the tube, calm and numb.

She couldn't remember the first time she had transfused blood, but felt that the road seemed to have no end.

As the blood drained little by little, Lu Jinqi's already pale face became bloodless. She felt that she was going to be unable to hold on, so she wanted to speak, but she had no strength.

"What to do, there is still 100ml left, but if you continue to pump it, Miss Lu will probably die," Wang Xiaomin's anxious voice sounded.

Zhang Wenqing looked at Lu Jinqi, and said, "Continue to smoke."

"But," Wang Xiaomin wanted to speak, but was frightened by Zhang Wenqing's expression.

"I said keep pumping."

"Yes."

Lu Jinqi felt as if the blood in her body was about to be drained, otherwise why would she feel cold all over.

In the end, she couldn't hold on any longer, and fell down. The moment she fell, she seemed to see a group of light, which was warm and really comfortable.