Li Mingli couldn't hold back her tears and started to shed: "I... I'm type AB."

After everyone finished speaking, there was a brief silence.

Li Jianghai's blood type is AB. Unexpectedly, all five siblings inherited their father's blood type. I don't know whether this is lucky or unfortunate.

I don’t know who it was, but the first person to turn his attention to his two sisters-in-law was Lin Yaqin. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she jumped up and started cursing like a cat whose tail was stepped on!

"Why are you looking at me? I'm in such a bad state that no amount of ginseng or deer antlers can replenish my body. And you're asking me to donate blood? What are you thinking? I'm giving you my life, do you want it?"

"You!" Li Mingyuan glared at her. "Why are you making so much noise? No one is paying attention to you! Stop embarrassing yourself here!"

Li Mingyuan was openly teaching his wife a lesson, but in fact he was protecting her everywhere.

Even when Li Mingyuan was speaking in favor of his wife, Wu Xiaomei had already gone to the nurses' station to get a blood transfusion with the nurses. The contrast is too stark!

Li Mingyu couldn't help but complain, his tone full of sarcasm: "Sister-in-law, why don't you learn from the second sister-in-law? You keep talking about trivial matters all day long. Look at the second sister-in-law. She has already donated before you finish your words. Where can you put your face?"

Lin Yaqin heard her brother-in-law gossiping again and was about to argue with him.

The doctor handed Li Mingyuan several more bills, his tone filled with frustration and urging, "Mingyuan, you can't delay paying these medical bills any longer! If you don't pay, the infusion will have to be stopped. Don't regret it if something goes wrong!"

Li Mingyuan sat on a chair in the hallway, his fingers rapidly swiping on his phone, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with impatience, as if the phone was a tool for him to vent his anger: "What should I do about my mother's illness? Who's going to pay for this? It's so expensive, where am I going to get that much money?"

"What can we do?" Li Mingjuan frowned, her eyes darting around among the group. "We can't just let Mom pay for her own medical expenses, right? What kind of children would we be then?"

"How about we sell Mom's house?" Li Mingjuan said tentatively, with a sly look in her eyes. "Mom doesn't need a house anymore since she lives in the ICU!"

"What?" Li Minghua's face changed instantly. "My mother's house is her last money, how can I sell it?!"

"Then what do you say we should do?" Li Mingjuan showed no sign of weakness. "Should we all pay for it? Can you afford it? Can you afford it? If you don't have any money, why are you pretending to be a filial son?"

Li Minghua lowered his head and stopped talking. He knew he really couldn't come up with the money, but he also didn't want his mother's house to be sold.

Li Mingyu watched the older guys shoving each other, snorted, and turned his face away. After all, if the sky fell, he had his older brother to hold it up. His new AJs tapped the ground. His phone screen was still lit—he had just given the internet celebrity a yacht half an hour ago, and the comment read, "Happy Birthday, baby."

Li Mingli, who was standing by, finally spoke up after her brother and sister had finished discussing it. There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"You keep shirking responsibility, but have you come up with a solution?

Mom has sacrificed so much for this family, and this is how you repay her? Where is your conscience?

"What do you know?" Li Mingyuan glared at her. "You're still a child, don't make trouble here!"

Li Mingyuan always felt that his sister, who was not married and had been living overseas for a long time, was still the "invisible" person she was at home before. He couldn't help but scold her when he heard her voice.

"What do I know?" Li Mingli's voice suddenly rose a few degrees.

"I know how much Mom has worked hard for you all her life! I know how much effort she has put into you!

I understand that you are all like strangers now, blaming each other and refusing to pay a penny for her! You are simply a bunch of ungrateful wolves! Oh, no, "How dare you compare yourself to wolves? Wolves know how to repay their parents! You are clearly a group of hyenas raised by your mother!"

Li Mingli's words were like a sharp knife, piercing everyone's heart. The air in the corridor froze instantly, and everyone fell silent.

The quarrels outside the ward continued one after another. Old Mrs. Li was groaning in pain on the hospital bed. Those voices seemed to have wings and drilled into her ears one by one. Those words were like needles, piercing her heart and making her feel miserable.

She listened to the children's quarrel, her heart filled with disappointment and heartbreak.

She thought about how much effort she had put into this family and these children when she was young.

She had given them all the best, but now, they were like a group of strangers, blaming each other and refusing to spend a penny on her.

"That's enough!" Old Lady Li's voice suddenly rang out from the ward, weak but with a hint of authority. "Shut up, all of you!"

Startled by her voice, the five children rushed in to see their mother's withered hands clutching the bed rails tightly, her vein-riddled arms bruised with infusions. Her cloudy eyes held a pool of stagnation.

She staggered out of bed, her bony feet stepping on the cold floor tiles. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on cotton, and she was wobbling!

With every step she took, the monitor screamed, as if playing a funeral melody for her. The blood transfusion tube left a winding trail of blood behind her!

"Mom, please don't move..." Li Mingyuan quickly stood up to help her, but the old lady scratched his face with her claws, "Don't touch me!"

"Mom, what are you doing?" Li Mingjuan also came over, but was glared at by Old Lady Li, "Get out!"

Old Mrs. Li walked to the cabinet with difficulty. She looked back at the children, her eyes full of unfamiliarity.

She gritted her teeth and took out the little red notebook from the cabinet with great effort!

"You..." Her dry, branch-like fingers pointed at these blood-sucking evildoers one by one, "You want to sell my house?"

He opened the passbook and flipped through the pages. "Look! This is the money you've given me over the years!"

The passbook fell to the ground, and the inside pages were as blank as an obituary.

The setting sun outside the window was suddenly swallowed by dark clouds. The old lady took one last look at the family photo on the plane—the five children were smiling brightly in the photo, but no one noticed that the mother's collar was frayed.

She suddenly pulled out the oxygen tube and, amid the screams of her children, used all her strength to pierce the needle into her heart.

"mom!!"

This belated cry was drowned out by the piercing alarm of the monitor. Lying on her hospital bed, the old woman wore a strange smile. On the fifteenth of this month, no one was whispering in her ear, "Mom, please lend me your pension money for an emergency."