Although it was the first semester of our senior year, many students in our class had already started their internships.

Although Wen Shu hoped to stay on campus a little longer, she also faced the pressure of finding a job.

Now, whenever she has free time, she searches for fashion designer jobs online.

On Saturday morning, Wen Shu and Wen Rou Rou were spraying water on the vegetables by the wall with hoses when someone knocked on the door. "Hello, is this Ms. Wen Shu's home?"

Wen Shu turned around. "That's me. May I ask who you are?"

The other person stood at the door without coming in. Upon hearing this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "So you're Miss Wen! I've finally found you!"

Wen Shu looked at him in confusion, "Looking for me? What do you want?"

"Ms. Wen, I have a few questions I'd like to verify with you. Did you donate blood twice on two consecutive days two weeks ago?"

The other party was very polite and seemed to have no ill intentions.

Wen Shu nodded and admitted, "Yes, is there a problem with my blood donation?"

The other person quickly shook their head in denial, "No, no! Of course there's no problem. This is a very respectable act of charity, how could there be a problem?"

"That's right, we are from a charitable foundation. As far as we know, people with special blood types like Ms. Wen are scattered all over the country."

"Because of their special blood type, it is difficult to find a suitable blood source in a short period of time if someone in this group has an accident and needs a blood transfusion."

"Therefore, our foundation wants to collect information on people with special blood types, so that if anyone in this special group needs a blood transfusion, a very quick mutual aid group can be formed..."

Wen Shu understood. She thought the idea was excellent, and that it could indeed save the lives of vulnerable groups.

However, the foundation is not the Red Cross, but a private organization. Do they have the qualifications to do such a thing?

"What kind of foundation are you from?" Wen Shu asked.

The other party hurriedly replied, "We are the Starlight Charity Foundation, founded by Ms. Shen Jingyao from Yuncheng. If you pay any attention to charity, you must have heard of Ms. Shen Jingyao."

Wen Shu didn't know the name, so she took out her phone and searched it online and found that there really was a Starlight Charity Foundation.

As for Shen Jingyao, Wen Shu also received her biography and resume. She seemed to be a full-time philanthropist with a good reputation in the charity field.

She looked at the other person and asked, "Then... how can you prove that you are a staff member of the foundation?"

Upon hearing this, the other person hurriedly pulled out their work ID, saying, "This is my work ID. You can call the foundation using the inquiry number on the website to verify if I exist!"

Wen Shu didn't stand on ceremony at all and called the number on the website to verify, and there really was such a person.

Wen Shu then lowered the guard in her eyes, "So what do I need to do now?"

"The other party smiled and said, 'Leave your personal information and a phone number where we can contact you anytime.'"

"Don't worry, we would never use your precious blood for anything bad, and you have the right to refuse to donate blood at any time!"

His last sentence immediately made Wen Shu feel that the foundation was quite reliable; at least the staff's attitude and way of thinking were based on humanistic considerations.

Wen Shu glanced at the man and suddenly asked, "May I ask how your foundation allocates donations received from others?"

Upon hearing this question, the other party's eyes lit up, and they began to explain the foundation's situation to Wen Shu in detail.

In conclusion: "We will regularly disclose every penny of the money donated by kind-hearted individuals and businesses."

"Public disclosures are made weekly, monthly, quarterly, and annually. We will never allow any irregularities in the use of donations from kind-hearted people."

"Your biggest concern is how the donations will be used. In fact, donors can specify how the donations will be used, or they can entrust the entire process to the foundation."

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Shu said, "Could you talk to me more specifically?"

In a ward at Beicheng Hospital, Lin Tuantuan has woken up and is even able to eat.

The car accident didn't leave him with many aftereffects, and the child recovered quickly, which was heartening to see.

Mrs. Lin sat on the edge of the bed, smiling as she watched her grandson eat.

A staff member came in from outside. "Ms. Shen, we've found the kind person who donated blood to the young master! Not only that, that kind person also wants to donate two million to the foundation!"

The staff handed the documents to Mrs. Lin, who opened them and exclaimed, "Her name is Wen Shu? So young!"

Madam Lin hurriedly asked, "Where is Miss Wen?"

"Ms. Wen said that it was Saturday and she wanted to stay home with her children and elderly relatives, so she didn't want to come out. I didn't feel comfortable saying anything more to her."

Looking at the age on the document, Mrs. Lin couldn't help but say, "So young and already has children?"

The staff member nodded, "Yes! There's a three-year-old child who's very pretty and cute!"

Mrs. Lin smiled and said, "In that case, it's indeed inconvenient for them to come out. How about this, you give me the address, and I'll bring Tuantuan to visit them in person to thank them!"

The staff member responded and left with the documents.

Lin Han greeted the staff and walked in from outside. "Mom, is there any progress?"

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