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Zhu Rong Rong was brought to his car and in twenty minutes, the car had arrived at the largest private hospital in the area.

"Yes, Young Master Ling." Wen Bu Fan agreed and followed him in, ordering the Principal to help Zhu Rong Rong arrange for a ward.

Zhu Rong Rong received the final treatment and was assigned to the best ward, where she received the last doctor.

After a detailed examination, the doctor said to Ling Shao Qi: "Young Master Ling, the patient has suddenly fainted from shock. At the moment, we are unable to find any hidden diseases, but in this case, we usually need a large amount of blood transfusions."

"Hurry up and treat her blood transfusion." On Ling Shao Qi's gentle face, a brilliant light flowed.

"Her blood type is a very rare type P blood. Currently, there are only nine people with this type of blood type registered in the country. I'm afraid it would be very difficult to find a suitable blood type in a short period of time." The doctor shook his head and sighed.

"What will happen to her if she doesn't get a blood transfusion?" Ling Shao Qi asked.

"It can't be predicted. Perhaps other treatments can cure it, and perhaps it could lead to a life-threatening injury. Only blood transfusion is the safest and safest way to treat it." The doctor pushed his glasses and answered truthfully.

"Come then." Ling Shao Qi looked at Zhu Rong Rong who was lying on the sickbed with her eyes closed, extended her arm out and slowly said: "Coincidentally, I am the tenth P-type blood person."

"Really? "That would be great." The doctor could not help but rejoice.

Ling Shao Qi smiled faintly, and his eyes lit up.

"No, Young Master Ling, you absolutely cannot donate blood, absolutely not!" When his assistant, Wen Bu Fan saw this situation, he was shocked and immediately went forward to stop them.

Seeing him panic, Ling Shao Qi laughed and shook his head: "Unordinary, you can go out first."

"Young Master Ling!" Wen Bu Fan protested.

"Get out." Ling Shao Qi ordered.

Wen Bu Fan did not dare to disobey his orders, but he was unwilling to do so, hence he sighed as he walked out.

"Draw your blood." Ling Shao Qi instructed the doctor.

The doctor waved his hand decisively and said, "Young Master Ling, before the blood transfusions, we will conduct a physical examination for you. We must make sure that all the indexes of your body are up to standard before you donate your blood."

Ling Shao Qi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said in a low voice: "I don't have any problems, do you think that the patient on the bed can still wait? Immediately draw blood and save them. This is an order. "

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then helplessly said, "Okay."

The hospital was run by the Ling Family, so anything Ling Shao Qi said would be the truth.

The doctor had arranged for the nurse to draw blood for Ling Shao Qi. When the blood was drawn, he saw that Ling Shao Qi's originally shiny and warm face had become as white as paper following the flow of blood.

After he had finished drawing his blood, he leaned against the bed, gasping for air.

The doctor worriedly told him, "Young Master Ling, I don't think you're doing very well either. Why don't I get another doctor to do an examination for you?"

"No need, just get someone to help me rest for a while. I have some medicine." Ling Shao Qi's voice still remained abnormally calm and tranquil.

The nurse helped him out, and when Wen Bu Fan who was waiting outside saw his appearance, he became flustered and hurried over to help him: "Young Master Ling, are you alright?"

"Give it to me." Ling Shao Qi said indifferently.

"Alright." Wen Bu Fan took out the medicine in a fluster, passed it to him and poured him a cup of water.

After drinking the medicine, his spirit was slightly better, but his face was still very pale. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

After an hour or so, the doctor walked out of the ward and said to Ling Shao Qi: "After undergoing treatment with blood transfusions, the condition of the young miss in the ward has basically stabilized. She should be able to wake up a little later, and after resting for a few more days he will be able to leave the hospital.

"Yes." Ling Shao Qi nodded.

When the doctor saw his snow-white face, he could not help but advise, "Young Master Ling, I really think we should arrange a ward for you. You don't look optimistic at all."

"That's right, Young Master Ling, you can't hold on. If something happens to you, how am I supposed to explain it to Mister and Madam?" Wen Bu Fan was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"I know my own business, so there's no need to worry too much." Ling Shao Qi smiled and comforted the doctor and Wen Bu Fan, but he still stood up, and with their support, he walked to the next ward.

… ….

A few hours later, Zhu Rong Rong opened her eyes and woke up.

She looked around and found herself in the hospital, dressed in hospital clothes.

She thought about it carefully, and it seemed as if she had gone to Jun Ya's villa to look for He Ding Xian to collect her debts.

Could it be that He Ding Xian was so kind as to send him to the hospital?

But back then, when he and Xie Ya Si were tangled together, it was like two octopus with eight claws, it shouldn't have been that easy to discover her existence, right?

Then who was it? Could he have met a kind-hearted person?

While she was thinking, someone pushed open the door to the ward.

She was wearing a yellow dress, her hair was tied into a bun, her skin was good, her eyes were big, and she was also very pretty.

She was Zhu Rong Rong's roommate, Xia Jing Xue.

Zhu Rong Rong did not expect her to appear here. She asked with her eyes wide open in shock: "Xia Jing Xue, you were the one who saved me?"

"Of course it's not me. If it was me, I would absolutely not save you. I would rather see you die than save you." She stared at Zhu Rong Rong fiercely, the flames of anger burning in her eyes.

The impression she gave Zhu Rong Rong had always been one of haughtiness and indifference, and always had a poker face like an iceberg. It was rare to see her have such abundant expressions.

"Uh, but we don't have any grudges or grudges. You don't need to curse me to die." Zhu Rong Rong pursed her lips, not understanding why she was angry.

Who is the Big Brother Shaoqi? Zhu Rong Rong was at a loss.

"Your Ling Shao Qi." Xia Jing Xue glared at her.

"Oh, so it was that great painter. So it was him who saved me? He's such a good man. " Zhu Rong Rong might seem to be a little clever at times, but when thinking about it, he was always half a beat slower than others.

"That's right. He saved you, but in order to save you, he almost lost his life." Xia Jing Xue reprimanded her repeatedly, and she was very unhappy.

"He originally had a mild anemia, but today he gave you a blood transfusion in order to save you. He was so tired that he almost lost his life. Say, do you think you're a nuisance?" It could be seen that Xia Jing Xue was very concerned about Ling Shao Qi, and that there should be some sort of kinship or other relationship between them.