Chapter 672: How Are All These Related

“What else can I do? You know your own condition the best, and you need other people’s blood to continue living right now. Miss Gu’s blood provides the best effect, and you last a little longer every single time you receive her blood. I know that I’m being very selfish, but you’re my only daughter left! If Young Ning were still alive, I would still have someone else to place my hopes on. But now… you’re my only hope… Young Ning, my daughter… Why am I so unfortunate? One of my daughters got run over by a car and died, and another is so sick that she might as well be dead. I really wish that Young Ning were still alive…”

Yun Xiaoxiao’s mother was crying her heart out. Yun Xiaoxiao had reminded her just now that everything would be alright as long as she mentioned Tang Ning while crying. This was because Tang Zui cared a lot about Tang Ning, and would forgive them for anything as long as it was about Tang Ning!

Yun Xiaoxiao was absolutely right. The moment Tang Zui heard Tang Ning’s name, his heart softened, and his hatred for Gu Mian was triggered.

Gu Mian, who was standing at the doorway, furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the middle-aged woman who was kneeling on the floor and crying non-stop. She felt that Yun Xiaoxiao’s mother’s words contained a lot of important information. She was trying to string all of them together and come to a conclusion, but she was unable to no matter how hard she tried.

‘Tang Zui hates me!’

‘And he made me donate blood to this young woman, saying that I’m atoning for my sins by doing so!’

‘This woman has two daughters. The one called Young Ning was run over by a car, and the other can only continue living by receiving blood from other people!’

‘Tang Zui mentioned someone called Tang Ning when we were in the car that day!’

‘How are all these related…’

Yun Xiaoxiao’s mother was still crying in devastation, and this messed up Gu Mian’s train of thought. She closed her eyes, and suddenly thought of something…

“Xiaoxiao, my daughter, my daughter!”

A loud scream made Gu Mian open her eyes abruptly. All the information that she had lined up in her mind disappeared. She clenched her fists hard. ‘Damn it! I almost figured it out!’

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“Xiaoxiao, my daughter. Young Master Tang, please save her. Please save her for Young Ning’s sake…” Yun Xiaoxiao’s mother kowtowed at Tang Zui, and it was to the point that there was a bruise on her forehead.

Tang Zui, too, rushed anxiously to the bedside. Yun Xiaoxiao had already passed out, and her pale face was greenish. He knew that this meant that her condition was very critical.

The doctor came and started resuscitating Yun Xiaoxiao. He also gave her a blood transfusion. However, he said, “Young Master Tang, this blood doesn’t have much effect on Miss Yun’s body. It would be better if…”

After the doctors said this, he glanced at Gu Mian and lowered his head to continue resuscitating Yun Xiaoxiao.

But Yun Xiaoxiao looked like she was dead as she laid in the hospital bed. She showed no reaction at all as the doctor worked on her scrawny body.

Tang Zui’s eyebrows were tightly scrunched up. He was almost out of breath. He turned to look at the expressionless Gu Mian when he thought of Young Ning’s innocent face.

Gu Mian’s gaze fell upon his face, and she froze. Tang Zui walked over, grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the ward.

After they arrived at the blood collection room, Tang Zui ordered, “Collect 50ml of blood.”

Gu Mian sat quietly in the chair, and her face was utterly expressionless, like that of a doll’s. She did nothing as the nurse stabbed a needle into her arm. Blood flowed into the tube.

50ml of blood was actually very little. It might be nothing to ordinary people. But Gu Mian was bleeding since she was on her period, and donating blood was making things worse for her.

After the nurse was done drawing her blood, she felt dizzy and fell off the chair. Tang Zui immediately caught her so that she would not fall onto the floor. He held her hands, and they were icy.

Tang Zui felt like his heart was bleeding profusely, like someone stabbed it with a dagger…

“Tang Zui, if I end up dying one day because I donated too much blood, let’s settle the score between us.”

Gu Mian’s eyelids felt heavier and heavier. She tried her best to open her eyes, but her long eyelashes ended up drooping, and she lost consciousness.