When Qi Yang told everyone at Jingtai Medical Center about Ling Hongfei's death, the young woman holding the patient fainted.
Ling'er placed the young woman in the small clinic next door to rest. When she came back, she saw Qi Yang diagnosing the patient's pulse.
"The pulse is very weak, he won't be able to hold on for long." Qi Yang said in a deep voice.
"If we find other people who are not relatives to exchange blood for him, he may die directly." Ling'er said sadly.
"There is no other way now." Qi Yang said.
"Yes. The child's blood is extremely rare and is incompatible with the blood of most people." Ling'er said.
"Have you tried it? Are you sure it's the kind of rare blood that you never get?" Qi Yang asked.
Ling'er nodded and said, "But I know who has such blood."
"Who?" Qi Yang asked without hesitation.
"Uncle Ji." Ling'er said.
"Ji Cangyu?" Qi Yang was a little surprised.
Ling'er nodded again and said, "I will go back to Jijiazhuang to ask Uncle Ji to come and save people."
"Will he be willing to save people?" Qi Yang wondered.
Ling'er hurriedly explained: "Brother Qi Yang, there is some misunderstanding between you and Uncle Ji. Uncle Ji is actually a very good person..."
Qi Yang interrupted impatiently: "Stop talking! If you want to find someone, go quickly! The child won't last long."
"Okay, we'll talk about that later. I'm going back to Jijiazhuang first." After Ling'er finished speaking, he left in a hurry.
Qi Yang looked at Ling'er's leaving figure and thought: "It's better for the girl to leave, so as not to be frightened by that bloody scene."
As soon as Ling'er left Jingtai Medical Center, Qi Yang went to ask Du Bo to come over and help.
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When Linger returned to Jijiazhuang, Ji Cangyu was not there.
Ling'er was anxious. She had noticed before that Uncle Ji would go out early in the morning these days, but she didn't know where Uncle Ji had gone.
Ling'er hurriedly went to Ji Lie to ask.
Ji Lie replied: "The master has gone to Yingciao Valley."
"What? What is Uncle Ji doing there?" Ling'er asked in surprise.
Ji Lie said: "After I came back from the cliff that day, I had nightmares every night."
"Having a nightmare? Why didn't he tell me?" Ling'er didn't know about this.
"He also specifically told me not to tell the young master about this, probably because he was afraid that the young master would be worried!" Ji Lie said, "In the past few days, before dawn, the master has said that he is going to Yingxi Valley. It seems that he is going to pay homage to someone?"
Ling'er was startled again and thought: "Is Uncle Ji going to pay homage to the 'ghost-faced man in black'?"
"It's almost time for the master to come back," Ji Lie said.
Sure enough, as soon as Ji Lie finished speaking, he saw Ji Cangyu coming back.
Ling'er immediately greeted him.
"Ling'er has something to do with me?" Ji Cangyu asked.
Seeing Ji Cangyu's tired look, Ling'er couldn't speak for a moment.
"What happened?" Ji Cangyu asked.
"There is a child in Du Bo who has acute jaundice and needs a blood transfusion. And his blood happens to be that rare kind." Ling'er said anxiously.
"Really?" Ji Cangyu was a little surprised. After so many years, he finally met a second person with the same blood as him.
"Yes! Can you come with me to save him? His life is at stake." Ling'er said anxiously.
"Leave quickly! Human life is at stake." Ji Cangyu said.
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But when Ling'er and Ji Cangyu rushed to Jingtai Medical Center, they saw Du Bo coming over with a smile on his face while holding the child.
Du Bo said happily: "The child is saved!"
Ling'er and Ji Cangyu looked at each other, both surprised.
"The pulse is very stable and there doesn't seem to be any discomfort." Du Bo brought the child to Ling'er for her to take a look.
The child is sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his expression is so calm, completely different from the crying and fussing before.
Just as Ling'er was about to check the child's pulse, she noticed that the child's wrist was wrapped in a thick bandage with some scarlet blood stains on it.
Ling'er frowned and asked, "Who changed the child's blood?"
Before Du Bo could answer, Ling'er ran to the consulting room where the child was just now.
But there was no one in the consulting room.
Ling'er only saw a few pools of blood dripping on the bedside floor, which was shockingly red.
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In the consulting room next door, Qi Yang was resting in bed.
When Qi Yang felt less dizzy, he slowly stood up and wanted to leave Jingtai Medical Center before Ling'er came back.
But when Qi Yang tried to move forward, he saw Ling'er's hurried figure appearing at the door of the consulting room.
"Brother Qi Yang?" Ling'er felt great pain in her heart when she saw Qi Yang's pale face.
Qi Yang twitched the corners of his lips and gave Ling'er a feeble smile. He was just thinking about how to speak, when he felt a strong dizziness coming over him while he was distracted.
Seeing that something was wrong, Ling'er hurriedly stepped forward to help Qi Yang.
Qi Yang tried hard to open his eyes, but felt that the world was spinning even more violently, and finally his vision went dark and he fainted.
Ling'er carefully protected the injury on Qi Yang's left chest and slowly slid to the ground with Qi Yang.
Ji Cangyu, who happened to be passing by the door, saw this scene and was very unhappy. He walked in with a straight face, picked up Qi Yang and placed him on the small bed next to him.
Ji Cangyu looked at Qi Yang's haggard appearance, raised his eyebrows and asked, "The person who transfused the child's blood...is he?"
"Yeah." Ling'er nodded sadly and stepped forward to cover Qi Yang with the quilt.
Ji Cangyu was slightly startled and asked, "Then his blood too..."
"If not, the child will die immediately." Ling'er said.
Ji Cangyu opened the corner of the quilt in disbelief, pulled up the sleeve of Qi Yang's left robe, and looked at the blood stains on the sleeve of his inner coat, and suddenly felt heartache.
At this moment, the boy from the medical center hurried over and shouted: "No! The child's mother is dead!"
"What?" Ling'er asked in surprise.
"Speak clearly!" Ji Cangyu stood up and asked, leaving the heartache just now behind.
The boy said: "The child's mother woke up from her coma at some point, and then quietly left the hospital. Someone just picked up a female body from the river, and I happened to pass by and take a look, and it was her!"
"She must have committed suicide because she thought the child was hopeless. Why didn't she give us a little more time?" Ling'er said sadly.
Du Bo came over with the child in his arms and said in a deep voice: "This child is really suffering a fate! He just walked through the gate of hell and finally survived. Unexpectedly, he lost his parents one after another in one day. From now on. How should we live our lives?"
Ji Cangyu looked at the infant child who didn't know that his parents were no longer alive, and suddenly felt a deep sadness. Didn't his child also grow up in such a helpless environment?
"From now on, his surname is Ji, and he is my grandson, Ji Cangyu. I will raise him up." Ji Cangyu said.
Ling'er looked at Ji Cangyu in surprise.
"I believe Cheng'er will also be willing to accept this child as his adopted son." Ji Cangyu said.
Brother Jun? Ling'er doesn't think so.
Ji Cangyu suddenly thought of the Taoist priest who divined for him outside the Changsheng Temple, saying that he had two sons under his knees, and that a grandson was about to come, and it was better not to have a biological grandson than to have a biological grandson.
Isn’t it better to have a biological grandson than a biological grandson?
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Special Note:
For rare blood types here, refer to RH negative blood type, and for acute yellow syndrome, refer to ABO type hemolysis. Some of the discrepancies with modern medicine are purely fictitious.
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