Chapter 181 Blood Donation

Secretary Zhao didn't dare to look again. He had just heard the other party describe Zhou Liangqi's injuries, which was simply thrilling.

The operating room door opened, and a nurse came out, anxiously asking, "The patient has lost too much blood and is gradually losing consciousness. It's too late to get a blood test. Does anyone have type B blood?"

The man sitting next to her immediately shook his head. Jian Mo, who was stunned, felt like she had been hit by a slap in the face. She looked at the nurse and asked, "Is it that serious?"

The nurse was also impatient, and immediately got angry when she heard this, "How can you talk like that? It's not that serious, am I teasing you?"

Jian Mo's heartbeat was extremely fast, and she felt panicky. Finally, she stretched out her hand and said, "I have type B blood."

The nurse looked at her in surprise. Three seconds later, she grabbed her hand and started drawing blood. Her steps were messy, and she must have been in a real hurry.

Jian Mo was taken to a small room. The nurse quickly rolled up her sleeves and tied her arms tightly with cable ties. As she did this series of actions, Jian Mo looked at her in a daze, "Nurse, will he die?"

The nurse was still angry about her previous question, and she didn't react well after hearing this. "He stayed in the confined space for too long. He could have suffocated to death. He was also stabbed in the side by the dagger in the car, and he lost too much blood."

The nurse found Jian Mo's vein and slowly inserted the needle: "Bear with it, it will be a little painful."

Jian Mo frowned while enduring the pain.

"Who would put a knife in a car for no reason? Isn't that just asking for trouble?"

Perhaps because of the pain, feeling the blood being drained away bit by bit, Jian Mo bit her lower lip tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "That's right, he deserves it."

Three hundred milliliters of blood was already a lot for a woman. Jian Mo's face gradually turned pale. The nurse stopped drawing blood and said, "That's enough."

Jian Mo grabbed her and shook her head, "Pull some more, just in case it's not enough."

Finally, after 400 milliliters were drawn, the nurse said no more and took her out. "No more. It's life-threatening. Get some rest."

After saying that, he trotted into the operating room.

Secretary Zhao happened to run up with a bunch of milk and candy. He pulled Jian Mo to sit down and handed the things to her, "Miss Jian, you have worked hard."

Three hours later, Zhou Liangqi was pushed out of the operating room.

Jian Mo stood on tiptoe and leaned against the window, looking at the man sleeping quietly in his hospital gown. His face was pale, not at all like his usual energetic self.

The doctor instructed Secretary Zhao, "Lie in the ICU for two days. If you wake up and are fine, you can be transferred to the general ward."

"Ms. Jian." Secretary Zhao was a little nervous.

"I'll just stay for two days, and I won't take care of anything else."

He wiped the sweat off his face and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

She sat outside the ICU, her cell phone and computer were out of battery. Secretary Zhao accompanied her, pacing back and forth, constantly answering and making calls, handling things for Zhou Liangqi.

He gave a large sum of money to the man who bravely stepped forward to help others. The man was an honest man and refused to accept it no matter what. However, Secretary Zhao was also an honest man and insisted on giving it to him.

He blocked the news immediately and did not let anyone speculate.

On the first night, the doctor came to check twice, but Zhou Liangqi did not wake up.

When the nurse came to change the dressing, she was full of curiosity about the woman who never took off her mask.

She sat down and asked Jian Mo: "Are you his girlfriend?"

Jian Mo raised an eyebrow, thinking that this nurse probably never reads entertainment news: "I'm not."

So she continued to ask: "Are those his relatives?"

"Why do you feel that way?"

The nurse stretched her legs and reasoned simply, "Have you forgotten how anxious you were yesterday? So I thought you were either his girlfriend or a relative."

"He's my enemy. If he died like this, I would be very unwilling to accept it." Jian Mo looked at the young nurse half-jokingly.

The young nurse also looked at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled playfully, her eyes curved like crescent moons: "Love and hatred?"

Jian Mo turned around and stopped talking.

Before leaving, the nurse said to her, "Didn't you see that the director performed the surgery himself? You can tell he's a big shot. He's in the ICU just in case. He won't die. I heard the director and the chief medical officer have had several meetings."

It was to reassure Jian Mo.

Unexpectedly, Jian Mo didn't seem to react at all, and just said, "He won't die anyway."

As a director of the Zhou Group, he holds the lives of so many people in his hands. If he dies like this, it is unknown how much of a turmoil it will cause in the outside world.

This matter...cannot be known to Huo Qichen.

When Zhou Liangqi woke up, the first thing he wanted to do was to let out a long breath, but as soon as he exhaled, his body felt extremely painful.

His mind was in a mess and he had several dreams, all about Jian Mo.

He also dreamed of the scene of a car accident. He fell into the river and was trapped in the car. No one could come to save him. His blood was floating in the water and his nose was full of the smell of blood.

Zhou Liangqi opened his eyes and tilted his head. The first thing that caught his eye was the wind and rain outside the window.

He woke up once in the middle of the night, but he himself was unconscious.

So he has been transferred to the VIP ward.

Then he unexpectedly saw Jian Mo sleeping on the side of his bed.

At this moment, she looked tired and was sleeping very soundly. Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow.

Zhou Liangqi thought he was still dreaming, so he closed his eyes again and fell asleep again, but Jian Mo was no longer in his dream.

When he woke up again, the first person he saw was still Jian Mo. She was no longer asleep and was sitting on the sofa beside him, flipping through a magazine.

Zhou Liangqi then realized that he was not dreaming, but he could not move.

Jian Mo heard a muffled groan, raised his head, and met the man's gaze from afar.

She stood up, walked over step by step, and finally stood beside his bed. She tilted her head back and adjusted the speed of the drip. Zhou Liangqi suddenly became very gentle: "Why are you here?"

Jian Mo looked around at him and sighed: "Thanks to you."

"Why go racing?"

"Why are you here?" Zhou Liangqi continued to ask.

At this time, Secretary Zhao came in with a doctor. Jian Mo said no more, and when he turned around, he met Zhou Liangqi's cold eyes, which seemed to be condemning him for coming in.

The doctor was the director of the hospital. He examined Zhou Liangqi meticulously. He kept a straight face and glanced out the door from time to time.

The nurse who was following the doctor to record the patient's condition looked at Zhou Liangqi's face as soon as he woke up. She followed the doctor out, turned around at the door, and said to Zhou Liangqi, "Don't make the girl angry. She has been staying here for two days without eating or drinking."

Zhou Liangqi raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at the secretary standing beside him. He touched his nose and nodded in confirmation.