CHAPTER 474: CHAPTER 474: AS LONG AS EVERYONE’S OKAY

Impossible, Mingming in his last life Song Wang lived quite a long time. At least when she died, Song Wang was still alive and well. Although not too famous, his family’s conditions could easily make him a rich second generation for life. Otherwise, how could he afford to build a house for the Qin Family and repair roads for the village?

Could it be that just because of Qin Xiangmei’s smash, the person was smashed beyond recovery?

"Is it very serious?" Jian Zhiqing stepped forward, prioritizing nothing else but saving the person first.

The doctor looked at these few people, and finally, his gaze landed on Qin Xiangnuan’s swollen face. It couldn’t be a couple’s fight that resulted in these injuries, right? The strike was too severe; it almost killed the person.

"The situation is not good," the doctor spoke bluntly, "The patient has Type B blood, and the hospital currently has a shortage of Type B. It might be too late to transfer blood from the blood bank. The patient has lost too much blood and needs an immediate transfusion. Who among you has Type B blood?"

"I do," Qin Xiangnuan rolled up her sleeve.

"Doctor, I am Type B blood, healthy, and free from infectious diseases."

Jian Zhiqing placed his hand on Qin Xiangnuan’s shoulder.

Qin Xiangnuan shook her head at him. "It’s okay, saving the person is what’s important," and all Jian Zhiqing could do was pat her shoulder. He was Type A blood, and Qin Xiangyang was Type AB; indeed, only Qin Xiangnuan was Type B. But she was so thin; could she really donate blood?

However, now wasn’t the time to consider those things. Indeed, saving a life was critical.

Qin Xiangnuan, despite her disheveled state, went into the emergency room. She had her blood drawn for testing, then donated blood to Song Wang. In fact, she didn’t know how much blood she had given, only feeling a chilly arm and quite dizzy.

By the time the needle was removed, she felt like she was about to faint.

A nurse gave her a cup of water to drink.

Qin Xiangnuan held the cup with trembling hands, unable to bring it to her lips for a long time. She hadn’t changed her clothes yet, and her face was still swollen. Now, with the blood loss, she looked like an unloved orphan, a pitiful little cabbage.

Then a hand reached out and took the cup from her shaky grip, putting it to her lips.

Qin Xiangnuan cracked a smile, actually wanting to laugh, but any slight movement made her mouth hurt.

"Drink this first," Jian Zhiqing held the cup to her lips, then took off his own coat and draped it over her.

Qin Xiangnuan obediently drank a glass of water, and soon Jian Zhiqing poured her another. After two glasses of sugary water, she felt a bit more spirited, but still dizzy. She leaned her head weakly on Jian Zhiqing’s shoulder.

"How’s the patient? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it’s okay," Jian Zhiqing gently rubbed the top of her head and tidied her hair. "The wound has been stitched up. Fortunately, amidst the misfortune, it was only some concussion without further complications. However, there is a big hole in the head, just like yours was at the time. But he’s not as lucky as you; his injury is much more severe."

Naturally, Qin Xiangnuan sighed with relief.

That enormous chair crashing down, hitting someone directly on the head -- Song Wang really was fortunate. Otherwise, he would have been eating his last meal by now.

"Have Song Wang’s parents arrived yet?" Qin Xiangnuan glanced at the emergency room, with people still inside, not knowing when they would come out. Some matters required the family to be present, something they couldn’t decide on.

"They have been notified," Jian Zhiqing touched Qin Xiangnuan’s hair, "I got Song Wang’s parents’ phone number from the shop and have already called them. They should be arriving soon. It’s fortunate they are regulars at your shop, otherwise, I really wouldn’t have known how to contact them."

And not long after, indeed, Song Wang’s parents arrived.

Jian Zhiqing roughly explained the situation to them. Fortunately, it was a close call, and the rescue was timely. There wasn’t anything seriously wrong, and after staying in the hospital for a few days, if everything was alright, he could be discharged and go home.

"Xiang Nuan, thank you," Mrs. Song held Qin Xiangnuan’s hand, eyes red as she spoke. If it weren’t for Qin Xiangnuan donating blood to Song Wang, he might have already been dead. They only had this one son in their life; if Song Wang were to pass away, that would have been the end for them as a couple.

"Sister Tang, don’t worry, he will be fine," Qin Xiangnuan also held Mrs. Song’s hand tightly, feeling that her hands had turned ice cold.

Ah, the heartache of parents knows no bounds. Qin Tongnuan comforted her by patting her hand. Mrs. Song tugged at Mr. Song’s sleeve. Mr. Song also didn’t know what to say, but indeed, it was a situation where danger had been averted. No matter what, the person was safe.

Both of them couldn’t express enough gratitude towards Qin Xiangnuan and Jian Zhiqing. Mrs. Song’s eyes remained red, but beneath that, she couldn’t hide her raging anger.

Qin Xiangmei couldn’t be kept any longer. How did their family come to marry such a daughter-in-law? She tried to kill someone, and even more, it was her own husband. Now that he is in the hospital, alive or dead unknown, why hasn’t she shown up?

Such disappointment, truly too much disappointment.

Jian Zhiqing and Qin Xiangnuan stayed in the hospital a while longer. Seeing Qin Xiangnuan was alright and that Song Wang had been moved to a regular ward, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Qin Xiangnuan really sympathized with the Song family; not knowing what their past life was like, but Qin Xiangmei, in both past and present lives, was certainly no easy person to deal with.

She really wanted to know the size of Song Wang’s psychological shadow now.

Being struck on the head by his own wife, could he still share a bed with Qin Xiangmei? What if, one day, if Qin Xiangmei became displeased again and took a knife to Song Wang?

"Let’s go. Stop thinking about it," Jian Zhiqing took Qin Xiangnuan’s hand, seeing that it was no longer so cold, he finally felt relieved. "Let’s go back and boil some eggs for you. Rolling them will reduce the swelling."

This was an old folk remedy, said to be quite effective.

Jian Zhiqing went back home and boiled several eggs for Qin Xiangnuan.

He brought over the eggs, peeled them, handed one to Qin Xiangnuan, and she started eating it. Meanwhile, Jian Zhiqing took another egg and rolled it over her swollen face.

"Ouch, be gentler, it hurts," Qin Xiangnuan knew she must look hideous now, with her distorted features and without a hint of beauty. But as long as Jian Zhiqing didn’t mind, it was fine.

"Being gentle won’t cure the ailment," Jian Zhiqing switched to another egg. Qin Xiangnuan took the used egg, peeled it, and only ate the yolk, which is why Jian Zhiqing boiled so many eggs, to keep her mouth busy. Otherwise, she’d likely be crying out in pain.

"Are you alright?" Qin Xiangyang tidied up outside and then came to see how his sister was doing. The facial injuries weren’t severe, but after donating so much blood, was she really okay?