Chapter 103 Can Chen Jin's blood save Xie Li?

As for how Rong Jin, the eldest son of the Rong family, was injured more than a decade ago, how he disappeared, and how he "died" in front of everyone, many people no longer know.

Very few people knew the inside story, and Duan Yi happened to be one of them.

"This rain is really heavy, I wonder when it will stop." Duan Yi swirled the red wine in his tall glass, his smile deepening, then took a small sip, stuck out his bright red tongue, and licked the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the DNA report again and again, then finally got up, put it back in his drawer, gently closed the window a little, sat back down at the table, and started playing chess.

He held a chess piece in his palm, moved it along the board, and finally placed it in a position he was satisfied with, smiling slightly: "You mustn't disappoint me..."

No one knew the meaning behind his words, nor did anyone know what this person, who always maintained a smile, was thinking. However, many knew that his ruthless nature was common knowledge…

The previous head of the Duan family had many children, and Duan Yi was just one of them. However, he bypassed his own brothers and sisters and took the position of head of the Duan family, wielding all power. The reasons for this are hard for others to understand.

There was a knock on the door, and Jiang Yang spoke softly from outside: "Young Master."

"Okay, come in." Duan Yi said without looking up. Just as he was about to take a sip of red wine, he found that the wine in the tall glass was empty, so he had to put it back.

Jiang Yang carried the food plate to his side and placed it next to his table. She glanced at the chessboard, hesitated, and then said with a smile, "The red wine is gone. Pour me some."

"Okay." Jiang Yang nodded and poured him a glass of red wine. At such close range, he could smell a faint fragrance on Duan Yi's body. Out of the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of Duan Yi's well-defined collarbone. His throat bobbed slightly, and he felt a little distracted.

"What are you looking at?" Duan Yi suddenly chuckled, his long, slender fingers stroking his face, lifting his chin, and looking at him with a half-smile. "So engrossed in looking? The red wine has spilled and splashed onto my pants."

Jiang Yang quickly averted her gaze, lowered her head, and dared not stare into his smiling peach blossom eyes any longer, as if he could see right through her.

"Sorry." Jiang Yang bowed her head and apologized, quickly grabbing a tissue to wipe up the spilled red wine on the table, then stood stiffly beside him.

Duan Yi squinted his peach blossom eyes, leaning lazily against the sofa. His slender eyebrows arched slightly, and he casually pointed to the stain on his pants with his long, thin fingers, a half-smile on his face: "You haven't wiped the stain on my pants yet?"

Jiang Yang was stiff all over. If it were anywhere else, it wouldn't be so bad, but the location where the red wine had splashed on his pants was really a bit odd.

"Young Master..." Jiang Yang hesitated.

Duan Yi remained lounging on the sofa, a playful smile on his face. "What?"

"It's nothing..." Jiang Yang lowered his eyes, focused on his nose and mouth, and picked up a tissue to wipe the red wine stains on Duan Yi's pants. His fingers trembled slightly, and he could feel Duan Yi's gaze fixed on him.

Jiang Yang's heart began to pound. He was afraid that this person would see through all his dirty thoughts, yet he also felt as if the person had already seen through them, which made him uneasy.

"It's just wiping my pants, why are you so nervous?" Duan Yi teased casually, resting his long hand on his forehead and gently rubbing his temples, a playful smile on his face. "Am I that scary?"

Jiang Yang replied, "...It's not scary."

"Oh," Duan Yi smiled knowingly, then suddenly asked jokingly, "Isn't it cute?"

Jiang Yang: "..."

He suddenly fell silent, unsure how to respond or what the man meant, and therefore didn't want to give a casual answer.

"Just kidding." Duan Yi laughed and waved his hand casually. "Alright, no need to wipe anymore. I'll just take a shower later."

Jiang Yang paused, breathed a sigh of relief, and withdrew her hand: "Okay."

No sooner had he breathed a sigh of relief than Duan Yi suddenly asked with a smile, "Want to take a bath with me?"

"..." Jiang Yang almost bit her tongue.

His reaction amused Duan Yi, who shrugged indifferently and said with a laugh, "I'm not teasing you anymore. Tell me about the situation in City A. I heard there was a plane crash, and many people were killed or injured. Do you have a passenger list?"

Duan Yi wanted the passenger list not because he had so much kindness to know how others were doing or to sympathize with them, but simply because he wanted to know if there were any shareholders or entrepreneurs on the plane.

He wants to know their situation so that if someone else has an accident, he can take advantage of the situation and buy their shares or acquire their company.

Duan Yi had done this kind of business many times.

Jiang Yang said, "It's still under inspection. I'll send it to your computer in a bit."

"Okay, you can go now." Duan Yi waved his hand, signaling him to leave and giving him some peace and quiet.

But just as Jiang Yang was about to reach the door and close it, Duan Yi suddenly lifted his eyelids to look at him and called out, "Wait a minute—"

“Hmm.” Jiang Yang stood still and looked at him.

Duan Yi hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "Qing Yan... um, how is he?"

Jiang Yang was taken aback, and after hesitating for a moment, she said, "Second... he's the same as before."

Duan Yi looked away into the distance: "Okay, I understand."

Jiang Yang nodded and closed the door. The room instantly fell silent, leaving Duan Yi sitting aimlessly on the sofa, staring blankly at the night rain outside the window with his peach blossom eyes, his thoughts wandering.

The turbulent night passed quietly.

The Rong family has not yet found Shen Jin, and Yan Yu's phone is still switched off.

Yan Yu was woken up by the burning sensation at six o'clock in the morning. The person sleeping next to him looked as if he had been pulled out of a sea of ​​fire, his whole body was burning hot, which startled him awake.

"Shen Jin?" Yan Yu called softly, noticing that Shen Jin was trembling all over and was sweating profusely, as if he was extremely cold. He kept shrinking into the quilt, and his face was flushed from lying down.

Yan Yu touched his forehead; it was burning hot, reminding him of the rain the two of them had gotten up in the night before. He had initially thought nothing was wrong, but now Shen Jin had developed a high fever and was feeling so unwell.

"Chen Jin, wake up! I'm taking you to the hospital now!" Yan Yu pulled him out of bed, quickly changed him into his own clothes, picked him up, and went straight out the door.

Shen Jin's head was spinning and felt incredibly heavy. He was startled when he felt someone pick him up, blinked lightly, and shook his head: "Ugh...it's so cold, let me go, I feel awful...I want to sleep..."

"What are you sleeping for!" Yan Yu's tone became a little harsher. "You're sick now, you have a high fever, you need to go to the hospital for injections and medicine, otherwise you won't get better!"

"Ugh..." Shen Jin recognized who was hugging him, shook his head blankly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want a shot or medicine, I..."

"Listen to me!" Yan Yu cut him off decisively, his tone a bit harsh. The person in his arms suddenly fell silent, but looked at him with red eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.

Yan Yu's heart softened slightly. He quickly hugged the person in his arms and rubbed him a few times. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead, coaxing him, "Be good, listen to me. You can sleep at the hospital later, and then I can buy you lots of candy, okay?"

"Oh..." Shen Jin responded, still feeling very unhappy, but because he was in so much pain and his body was so cold, he simply stopped struggling and let him hold him.

Yan Yu hailed a cab for him and quickly took him to the hospital. After the doctor did a brief examination, he started an IV drip. During this time, Shen Jin was in a daze and in very poor condition.

His face was pale, propped up by a pillow. His dark eyes glanced around listlessly, then he sniffed and asked Yan Yu, "Do you think... I'm going to die soon...?"

"..." Yan Yu was speechless. He reached out and ruffled his hair, gently comforting him, "It's okay, you're fine, you won't die. It's just a cold and fever. You'll be fine after a good rest."

"Oh..." Shen Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yan Yu with a somewhat blank expression, and after a moment of silence, said, "Why are you the only one here? Where's A-Zheng? Are there other people...?"

Upon hearing the name "A-Zheng," Yan Yu's expression instantly changed, turning somewhat cold. However, fearing it might frighten Shen Jin, he restrained himself and breathed a sigh of relief: "You should rest well first. You can see him when you're better."

Of course, these were just words of comfort; Yan Yu had no intention of letting him see the A-Zheng he was talking about.

Because he knew that person must be different from Shen Jin, otherwise Shen Jin wouldn't have trusted him so much and gone with him back then.

Furthermore, after arriving in this city, that person even took him to the Rong family banquet, so his status must be extraordinary. Yan Yu could only think of one person, but he was somewhat uncertain.

"Ah Zheng, are you talking about Luo Zheng?" Yan Yu asked, staring intently at him. He hoped that Shen Jin would shake his head vigorously and say no, which would put his mind at ease. After all, he didn't want Shen Jin to have any connection with those three major families.

However, Shen Jin's eyes widened, and he blinked a few times: "You actually know A-Zheng too?"

Yan Yu's heart sank instantly, feeling somewhat heavy.

"It's nothing," Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to think about it for the time being, and then ruffled Shen Jin's hair. "Go to sleep, you go to sleep first."

After Shen Jin fell asleep, Yan Yu sat beside him on the bed and pulled the blanket up for him. He stared at his sleeping face for a while and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss him.

But the thought of Luo Zheng made him feel a little irritated.

Yan Yu took out his phone and turned it on. He originally wanted to go downstairs to buy some breakfast so that Shen Jin could eat it when he woke up. But as soon as he turned it on, a bunch of unanswered calls appeared.

Many of the calls were from his father, which made Yan Yu's heart sink. He thought of the plane that crashed in the early morning, and a bad premonition arose.

"No, what am I thinking..." Yan Yu shook his head, thinking that he probably hadn't rested well. When he was tired, his mental state was also prone to getting out of control, and he would think about all sorts of things.

He glanced at the sleeping Chen Jin, quietly stood up, walked out of the ward and gently closed the door. He then went to the window alone and dialed his father's number.

The moment the call connected, before Yan Yu could even say anything, he heard Yan Cheng yell at him from the receiver: "You bastard! Where have you been?! I've called you hundreds of times and not a single call went through! What were you doing last night?! Did you find that Shen Jin and live a life of debauchery with him?!"

His voice was loud and piercing, making Yan Yu impatient. He almost threw his phone away and said unhappily, "Something happened last night, and I thought it was troublesome, so I turned off my phone. Who would have thought you would call me when my phone was off?"

Yan Cheng roared in exasperation, "You still think you're right?"

Yan Yu moved the phone away a little to avoid yelling himself deaf, frowned slightly in annoyance, and got straight to the point: "Can't you just say what you want to say? If not, I'm hanging up. Don't waste my time."

His relationship with his father was like this: extremely strained, they couldn't stand each other. Now, even though they were thousands of miles apart, they could still argue over a phone call, which shows just how bad their relationship was.

Reminded by his words, Yan Cheng finally remembered the important matter. After letting out a sigh of relief, he asked coldly, "Do you know about the plane that crashed in the early hours of the morning? It was on the news, you should have heard about it!"

Yan Yu's heart skipped a beat: "I know... but what does this have to do with me?"

"Ha! What does this have to do with you? You actually ask what this has to do with you!" Yan Cheng laughed incredulously, but his tone was icy cold. "Xie Li was on that crashed plane! You think it has to do with you?!"

"What?" Yan Yu's face turned deathly pale, his mind went completely blank, and before he could even think, his hand holding the phone clenched tightly. "You...you said..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Cheng interrupted him with a series of cold laughs: "Xie Li set off to find you! Now he's had an accident! His plane crashed, and he's dead! Are you happy? Yan Yu! You must be very happy, right?!"

Yan Yu stood frozen in place like a piece of wood. He felt that he couldn't understand what he was saying. What did he mean by Xie Li having an accident and dying because he came to find him?

Is Xie Li... dead?

"How is this possible..." Yan Yu said somewhat woodenly, his throat dry and his eyes glazed over.

Even though his relationship with Xie Li has deteriorated to this point, aside from the so-called love, they have known each other for so long and were once like friends...

"Impossible? How could it be impossible!" Yan Cheng roared, interrupting his turbulent thoughts. "If you don't hurry and go see him, you might not get to see him one last time!"

His shout made Yan Yu instantly realize: "Didn't you say..."

Yan Cheng said coldly, "Nonsense, it hasn't come to that yet! He's already been found and taken to the hospital, but he's lost too much blood and is in a coma. Whether he can be saved is still unknown! If you had kept your phone off any longer, you might not have even seen him one last time!"

"Where is he!" Yan Yu's voice quickened, and he asked anxiously, "Is he in this city? Which hospital? How is he?"

"Ha, so you do know how to care at all!" Yan Cheng said. "He's in Kangtai First Hospital, his life is in the hands of fate! If you're really so heartless as to not want to see him again, then so be it!"

Fearing he might not know where he was, Yan Cheng briefly told him about Xie Li's ward.

After finishing his sentence, Yan Cheng hung up the phone, leaving Yan Yu standing alone in the corridor, lost in thought, recalling Yan Cheng's words. Wasn't the hospital he mentioned the one he was currently in?!

Yan Yu's mind was in a mess, and for a moment he felt like he couldn't tell anything apart. He immediately took a step and rushed towards Xie Lidu's ward without thinking!

He rushed to the emergency room Yan Cheng had mentioned, drenched in sweat. Before he could even catch his breath, he grabbed the doctor next to him and asked urgently, "Where is he! Where is he! Where is he?"

"Sir, please calm down!" Seeing his anxiety, the doctor quickly grabbed his hand. "The patient is in critical condition! We're doing everything we can! Please calm down! The situation is urgent!"

Yan Yu said, "I want to see him!"

"Sir, sir! Listen to me!" the doctor said quickly. "Rh-negative blood, the blood bank doesn't have any. There are too many injured people on the plane, and we don't have enough blood! If no one with the matching blood type can donate, the patient will die! Please, family members, find someone willing to donate blood as soon as possible!"

Yan Yu's head exploded with a loud bang. The doctor sighed and left, while Yan Yu, like a robot, entered the emergency room. There he saw Xie Li...

Xie Li lay on the operating table, covered in blood and filled with various tubes, a truly shocking sight. His heartbeat was extremely low, almost stopped, and he was completely lifeless. His face was deathly pale, as if he were about to die…

"Xie... Li?" Yan Yu could hardly believe that this was still the beautiful person. Even though she was injured and badly hurt, Yan Yu could still recognize that she was the person he had once deeply loved...

I've liked people, had people I couldn't have, and people I've hated...

Is he about to die?

The doctor sighed heavily beside him: "He might still be somewhat conscious. Although his brother immediately sent people everywhere to search for blood, at this critical juncture, it's really difficult, and I'm afraid there's nothing more he can do..."

"How...how is this possible..." Yan Yu's face turned deathly pale as he stared intently at the person on the operating table who was screaming as if he were about to die. His heart clenched, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "This is impossible! There must be hope! How could he have died so easily?!"

The doctor quickly pulled him back: "Sir, please calm down!"

"This is impossible!" Yan Yu shook off his hand, his voice trembling. "I don't believe it! There are so many people in this world. Even with a rare blood type, finding a blood donor isn't difficult, it must be..."

Yan Yu suddenly found himself unable to continue speaking, feeling a numbness in his throat. Even if finding a blood donor wasn't difficult, would Xie Li have the time to wait...? If he was even a step too late, he would...

"No..." Yan Yu shook his head, unwilling to accept this cruel fact. How could someone who had just had a big fight with him and then came to apologize suddenly be facing death?

Blood type, blood type, blood type... Blood donors...

Yan Yu felt that the scene was somewhat familiar. After a moment of confusion, he remembered that Shen Jin had also lost too much blood and his blood type was too rare, so he needed to find someone to donate blood. Fortunately, someone had donated blood back then.

Wait, Ashes...

Yan Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. In his chaotic mind, he remembered that Shen Jin had Rhnull blood type, which was extremely rare and could be used even by people with Rh-negative blood. So his blood... could save Xie Li...