At this moment, Song Ning was busy with her research and her thesis in the office. Mu Chen had called her earlier to inform her that he had to fly out of M City for a meeting, hence, he would be picking her up a little later than usual.
Song Ning was still quietly working when Ning Chun suddenly barged into her like a gust of wind. He said anxiously, “Young Miss, thank the heavens you’re here!”
Song Ning was so engrossed in writing her thesis that it seemed like she did not register Ning Chun’s identity as she instinctively asked, “What happened?”
“M-master… Master met with a car accident a-and he needs a blood transfusion…” Ning Chun stuttered due to being too anxious.
Song Ning instinctively rose to her feet. “Where’s he? Bring me to him.”
Ning Chun was briefly stunned by Song Ning’s reaction before he hastily said, “C-come with me. He’s in the operating theatre now…”
All of a sudden, Song Ning came to a halt. She looked at Ning Chun and asked, “Tell me, who met with an accident?”
Ning Chun gulped. As it turned out the Eldest Young Miss was acting on instincts and did not fully register his words. He said sincerely, “Eldest Young Miss, it’s Master. They need to perform surgery now, and he needs a blood transfusion. Due to the rarity of his blood type, I came to ask you for help…”
Although Song Ning was still making her way to the emergency operating theatre, her speed had slowed down. She asked casually, “What about his family members? Isn’t there anyone who can donate blood to him?”
Ning Chun shook her head. “Young Master’s blood type is different from Master’s. He must have inherited his mother’s blood type.”
Song Ning stopped talking and quickened her pace.
Ning Chun could not help but feel happy.
It was not that Song Ning did not feel conflicted, but it was impossible for her not to help when it was within her capabilities to do so. She would have done the same for a stranger.
When they arrived outside of the operating theatre, the head nurse was surprised to see Song Ning.
Song Ning said, “My blood type is AB negative. The hospital has my records.”
The head nurse sighed. “Didn’t you just donate blood at the beginning of the month? It’s too soon for you to be donating blood again…”
Song Ning smiled. “Well, if you don’t need my blood, I’ll go back. I still need to write my thesis…”
With this, the head nurse grabbed Song Ning’s hand. “Although it’s slightly too soon, saving a life is important. Song Ning, you’ve always been helping people, you’ll definitely be blessed by the heavens. I’ve already contacted the others. They’re all on the way here. The patient is in critical condition. Sorry to trouble you for this…”
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