Half an hour later, the doctor came out of the operating room in a hurry, with sweat the size of beans on his forehead. "How is he?" Sheng Qianchi stepped forward to inquire. The doctor frowned, "Young Master Chi, the patient’s blood type is extremely rare. During the previous surgery, there was excessive blood loss, and the blood supply has been exhausted. Now he’s bleeding again, and we can’t find a suitable blood source immediately." Sheng Qianchi pressed his lips tightly, "Speak more clearly." The doctor sighed, "If we can’t give a timely blood transfusion to the patient, it would be a regret." Sheng Qianchi immediately called Mo Jun, "Contact all major hospitals to find a suitable blood source." Mo Jun worked efficiently. In just over ten minutes, he had the results, "Young Master Chi, Lan Yue’s blood type is rare, and none of the major hospitals have a blood source at the moment. There is one in another city, but time is not on our side." Sheng Qianchi paced agitatedly, "Check the blood type of all the Sheng Family’s bodyguards, servants, and employees. Find a suitable blood source at all costs." Mo Jun hurried off again. This time, it took a bit longer, and after half an hour, he came back with a disappointing answer again, "Young Master Chi, no suitable one." During this process, all doctors and nurses in the hospital had their blood tested. None matched. In the operating room, Gu Yachen’s life signs bit by bit approached Death God. At this moment, Sheng Qianchi was already on pins and needles. In the end, he held out his hand, "Test my blood." He had never been sick since childhood, nor had his blood drawn. He was thrown abroad a few days after birth, so no one cared about his blood type, neither did he know himself. Mo Jun was shocked, "Young Master Chi, your status is noble, how can you test your blood for others?" "Stop talking nonsense, call a nurse over!" The nurse, following orders, nervously drew blood from Sheng Qianchi and took it for testing. This time, a miracle happened. Sheng Qianchi’s blood was a perfect match for Gu Yachen. So, under Sheng Qianchi’s instruction, the nurse began to draw his blood for Gu Yachen. The nurse only dared to draw 400CC of Sheng Qianchi’s blood, the normal amount, and then stopped, but since Gu Yachen had lost so much blood, this amount was not enough to save his life. The doctor was still anxious and troubled. Leaning against the back of the chair, Sheng Qianchi calmly asked, "How much is needed?" "Then keep drawing." Sheng Qianchi did not hesitate at all. He only knew that Lan Yue could not die, or else Gu Jiayin would hate him for a lifetime. The doctor was very worried, "Young Master Chi, drawing so much will harm your health." Sheng Qianchi closed his eyes, expressionless, "No more talking, draw." The doctor did not dare to disobey and instructed the nurse, "Draw, observe Young Master Chi’s reaction during the process." Actually, how much blood one can draw at a time also relates to a person’s physical condition. Sheng Qianchi was strong and healthy, so a bit more would not cause harm, but 800CC was really too risky. However, Sheng Qianchi insistently demanded to draw this much in one go, and the nurse did not dare to refuse. In the end, Sheng Qianchi d 800CC of blood. After drawing blood, his face was already very pale. But he insisted on refusing to leave until the doctor said Gu Yachen was out of critical condition. Only then did he exhaustively get up, "Mo Jun, take me back." He had never felt so tired before. Ha, he hated Lan Yue, yet they shared the same rare blood type. How ironic. Mo Jun saw Sheng Qianchi was unsteady on his feet and quickly came forward to support him, carefully placing him in the back seat once they reached the parking lot. Mo Jun got into the driver’s seat, "Young Master Chi, where to?" Mo Jun was a bit surprised, since Miss Gu and Young Master Chi had already broken up, but he dared not ask more and drove to Boya City. Gu Jiayin didn’t go out. After learning that Gu Yachen was safe, she relaxed all her nerves, called in sick at work, and continued to curl up in bed sleeping. When she felt the bed sink beside her, and the quilt was lifted as a tall, muscular figure approached, she woke up alertly to see the pale face of Sheng Qianchi. She was so startled that she tried to sit up immediately, but the man’s arm pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. His voice was slightly fatigued, "I’m very tired, stay with me and sleep for a while." Though she felt his body wasn’t quite normal, the fact that he had a key to this apartment without her consent, barged into her room uninvited, and climbed onto her bed still made her angry. She pushed him away, "Sheng Qianchi, get out." Sheng Qianchi wearily closed his eyes, holding her in his arms, "Stop fussing, I’m really tired, let me sleep for a bit." Gu Jiayin wanted to resist, but the man was already deeply asleep, his even breathing brushing against her cheek. Gu Jiayin didn’t move, but observed the man’s complexion seriously, realizing he indeed wasn’t normal. His skin tone was pale, but never this sickly white, and his usually handsome lips were the color of roses, but now even his lips looked pale. She cautiously extended a finger to poke his face, calling softly, "Sheng Qianchi?" He did not move nor respond, so she called again, "Sheng Qianchi?" The man still gave no response, sleeping very deeply. She frowned worriedly. The man’s face clearly showed signs of excessive blood loss, had he gone out last night and gotten injured whilst saving Lan Yue? Thus, she pried his arm away, carefully inspecting his body, finding no big wounds. She raised his arm to check closely and finally found a needle mark. A man like him couldn’t be forced to blood, it must have been done voluntarily. For whom did he so much blood at once? Puzzled, she lightly got up, taking her phone to the living room to call Mo Jun, but before dialing, the doorbell rang. It was Mo Jun standing outside. He stood there, pushing a big hand-carry bag filled with high-end quick blood-replenishing nutritional products, "Miss Gu, this morning Young Master Chi drew 800CC of blood. He needs proper care and nutritional supplementation, please take care of him." This text is hosted at novel(ꜰ)ire.net Gu Jiayin’s eyes widened in shock, "For whom did he blood?" Mo Jun wasn’t aware Sheng Qianchi lied to Gu Jiayin, so he spoke truthfully without thinking, "For Lan Yue." Sheng Qianchi d blood for Lan Yue, disregarding his own safety? Seeing Gu Jiayin’s astonishment, Mo Jun continued, "Miss Gu, one Lan Yue isn’t worth Young Master Chi’s honorable donation of so much blood. For whom Young Master Chi did it, you should understand." Mo Jun truly felt for Sheng Qianchi. He handed the bag to Gu Jiayin, "Please take care of Young Master Chi, Miss Gu." Gu Jiayin couldn’t articulate her feelings, and after a few moments, she finally looked at Mo Jun, "How is Lan Yue?" Even a fool could understand Sheng Qianchi deceived her; Lan Yue was injured, and gravely so.