Ding-ling-ling, the phone rang.
Yang Zhaozhao was woken up and got up to answer the phone.
The call was from the Li family: "Is this Yi Ling?"
"No, I'm Yang Zhaozhao, and you're Aunt Yun?" Mr. Li is old and has no partner to accompany him, so he found a couple to help at home.
The man is the driver, and Aunt Yun is responsible for the old man's diet.
"It's me." Aunt Yun glanced at the blood on the ground, her heart pounding. "Hurry up and tell Yi Ling that the old man hit his head and was sent to the hospital. He lost a lot of blood."
Yang Zhaozhao's heart sank, and he asked, "Which hospital is the old man in?"
"Xie Da Hospital." Auntie heard it.
"Thank you, Auntie. We'll be there right away." Yang Zhaozhao hung up the phone and said to Li Yiling, who came over after hearing the sound, "Grandpa hit his head and is in the hospital. We'll be there right away."
Li Yiling's face changed and his eyes were filled with fear. Even if he didn't say it, he knew very well in his heart that he had no other relatives except Old Man Li.
Yang Zhaozhao is Li Yiling's lover.
Cui Nai and the others are family.
After hanging up the phone, Aunt Yun didn't know if what she did was right. She had watched the child grow up. If something happened to the old man, she would definitely feel regretful if she was not around.
Thinking back to when the old man was found lying in a pool of blood, the mother and son were reluctant to send him to the hospital, saying they were afraid that if they accidentally moved the old man, he would get sick.
So much blood was shed, and the old man was old, so who knew whether he would survive or not.
It was her husband who insisted on sending her to the hospital, so he sent her to the hospital for treatment.
Dragging him down means losing his life.
When leaving, he asked if he wanted to call Li Yiling, but Li Yifeng refused.
Aunt Yun thought that Yang Zhaozhao was always polite every time he came, and was nice to her and her husband, and would prepare a portion of delicious food, so she thought of meddling in their affairs this time.
Yang Zhaozhao and his friends drove a three-wheeled motorcycle to Xieda.
It was late at night, there was no one on the road, and the car was driving very fast.
In less than twenty minutes, we arrived at Xieda University.
They asked and found out that the person was in the operating room. They ran over and saw Li Yifeng and Li's mother arguing with the driver.
The driver begged: "Sign it, the old man can't afford to delay."
Li Yifeng shook his head: "The doctor said there are risks. We can't sign. We can't take risks with Grandpa."
Mother Li nodded in agreement: "That's right, he is our family. You are just a driver, what do you know? We can't take any risks!"
The nurse standing by said anxiously: "The patient is in danger. He is bleeding excessively. The blood bank is in urgent need. Please think carefully. Time is life."
"Also, who among you has type A or type O blood?"
"What?" Li's mother didn't understand.
Li Yifeng also looked at the nurse.
Yang Zhaozhao remembered that she was type O blood, and she didn't know what her blood type would be after she transmigrated into the book.
"I think I have type O blood. Can I take a test?" Yang Zhaozhao rolled up his sleeves, ready for a blood transfusion, knowing that too much blood could be fatal.
Li Yiling came over and said, "It's mine."
The nurse glanced at them and said, "Your notice hasn't been signed yet. Family members, please sign it. By the way, come and get your blood type tested. The patient needs a blood transfusion."
Li Yifeng looked at Li Yiling who was about to sign and knocked his pen away: "Are you crazy? What if the operation fails and Grandpa can't save him?"
Mother Li spitted: "Li Yiling, you can't be so selfish."
Yang Zhaozhao was about to pick up the pen on the ground, but Li Yifeng kicked it away. It was obvious that he didn't want to sign. If he didn't sign it, no one else could either.
"Li Yifeng, you have to believe in medicine. Signing is just a procedure. Since you are afraid of taking risks, Li Yiling is willing to take them, so he can sign."
Her beautiful eyes held a hint of sarcasm: "Li Yifeng, are you afraid that the old man won't be able to cure me, or are you hoping that the old man won't be able to succeed in the surgery?"
As soon as these words were spoken, they touched the thoughts of the two people present.
Li Yifeng, feeling guilty, was furious and said, "Yang Zhaozhao, shut up! What nonsense are you talking about? I'm going to beat you to death today."
Before Li Yifeng's fist landed, Li Yiling kicked him away, causing him to fall flat on his face.
When Mother Li saw this, she quickly protected Li Yifeng and pointed at Li Yiling angrily: "Li Yiling, hit my son again, you bastard!"
Li Yifeng, protected by his mother, looked at Li Yiling provocatively: "You must be hoping that grandpa is dead, so that you can get a lot of benefits from him."
Yang Zhaozhao saw through it, and she hit the nail on the head: "So, this is why you don't sign, just because you don't want Li Yiling to take advantage. You want to drag this old man to death, right?"
Everyone was awakened, not just Li Yiling.
The more the driver thought about it, the more he felt it was too much.
Ever since he discovered that the old man was injured and leaning against the leg of the table, the mother and son tried to stop him from taking him to the hospital, saying that they were afraid that the old man would be in trouble.
But they refused to provide any help and refused to let him go to the hospital.
Everyone knows that if you are injured, you should go to the hospital for treatment, but they just pushed Sangsang away.
The driver was not stupid. The look in his eyes when he looked at them was full of contempt, as if he were looking at a murderer.
That was their old man, Li Mama’s father-in-law, and Li Yifeng’s biological grandfather.
Why are their thoughts so vicious?
Li Yifeng angrily threw his mother away and punched him hard: "You better pray that Grandpa is dead, otherwise I will make you buried with him."
Li Yiling, sternly speaking, picked up the pen on the ground, wrote his name, and handed it to the nurse: "Please save my grandfather. He needs me very much. Please!"
The nurse looked at Li Yiling who was bending over to ask sincerely, and thought to herself that this was the attitude that one should have when truly caring about a patient.
As for the other two, they kept making excuses, probably wishing the patient would die sooner.
She saw through it but didn't say anything. After all, it was someone else's family and she was an outsider. If she said too much, she might get beaten.
Fortunately, there are still sensible people in this family.
"Go test the blood type. The patient is bleeding too much and needs a blood transfusion." The nurse glanced at Li Yiling and knew that although this man looked fierce, he actually had ulterior motives.
Li Yiling didn't say anything and went to test his blood type.
Yang Zhaozhao also followed.
The driver followed.
Mother Li felt distressed when she saw her son, whose eyes were purple after being punched.
Li Yifeng wanted to draw blood, but his mother stopped him: "What are you doing? How much blood can a person have? It's not enough to draw blood like this. Let them draw blood, and draw them to death."
"Mom, what should we do if grandpa comes back to life?"
Li Yifeng's hands were shaking. If the driver hadn't come back suddenly, he would have almost suffocated Old Man Li to death.
It's all the driver's fault.
Now that the old man is alive, if the procedure is successful, the first thing he will do when he wakes up is to deal with this unfilial descendant of his.
Mother Li's face turned grim. She looked at the three words "during surgery" and gritted her teeth: "He has to be alive."
"It has come to this. If the old man were still alive, our lives would be very difficult. You know the old man's character. He can't tolerate any sand in his eyes."
Li Yifeng held his head in his hands dejectedly: "How...how could this happen?"
Mother Li was also filled with fear and anxiety: "Let's wait and see. If it really isn't true, we'll cry and beg the old man for forgiveness. You are his grandson, and the old man is old, so he won't kill you."
Li Yifeng's eyes lit up: "That's right, I'm his grandson, grandpa will definitely not want to let me go."
Thinking of this, Li Yifeng felt that there was a turning point and rushed to the blood room.
He still has a chance to make amends. At worst, he can just give the old man a blood transfusion.
Considering that he had received a blood transfusion, the old man would not bother with him.
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