Dark clouds loomed over Bayne City, and bursts of thunder resonated in the gloomy sky, signaling an impending storm.
Within Bayne City Hospital, people bustled about — patients, medical staff, families — everyone bore a tense look on their faces.
At this moment, a sound of hurried footsteps accompanied by the sound of a cart appeared among the crowd, quickly drawing everyone's attention to the cart.
A young girl was on the cart, blood still oozing from the wound on her wrist, with another wound on her forehead. Her face was pale, her brows furrowed, looking in poor condition.
"How did this little girl get hurt like this?"
"Yeah, the blood is still flowing."
"Could it be a suicide attempt?"
The crowd murmured constantly, as a man's gaze fell on the couple following the medical staff. He thought to himself, why does this man seem so familiar, it's like I've seen him somewhere before.
The man, who couldn't recall immediately, watched this group pass by in confusion until they disappeared around the corner. He then remembered the man's identity and couldn't help but speak out.
"That person seems to be the head of Song Group."
Hearing this, the person beside him nudged his arm, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. My sister works at Song Group. I've seen their boss before."
Upon mentioning this, the man wore a proud expression, feeling even happier under the envious glances of others.
"Quick, push Ms. Song into the emergency room. Xiaomin, quickly go get a blood bag," Dr. Zhang Wenqing, in charge of this emergency, instructed methodically, evidently familiar with such scenarios.
"Yes," Wang Xiaomin nodded and turned to run off.
In the emergency room, Zhang Wenqing looked at Olivia Song on the table and shook his head. Each time she ends up like this, only to suffer again. Why put oneself through this?
Thinking of the petite, pale girl he saw earlier, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Dr. Zhang, there's no blood bag in the blood bank," Wang Xiaomin said, panting, as she looked at Zhang Wenqing.
"None? How is that possible?" Zhang Wenqing snapped his head around, raising his voice involuntarily.
Seeing Zhang Wenqing like this, Wang Xiaomin couldn't help but shrink back, discontentedly glancing at Olivia Song.
"Last time, Ms. Song accidentally injured a major artery and needed a blood transfusion due to excessive bleeding, so it ran out."
Hearing this, Zhang Wenqing rubbed the center of his brow, taking several deep breaths.
"No further collections were made afterward."
At this mention, Wang Xiaomin was filled with anger and, regardless of the timing, rattled off a slew of grievances.
"RH type blood, as you're aware, is rare worldwide, yet Ms. Song here constantly gets hurt this way and that. The blood bags in this hospital all end up in her, yet she doesn't seem to cherish it. One can't help but wonder if it's intentional, making that poor girl keep giving blood for her."
In the emergency room, a silence ensued, everyone looking dumbstruck, clearly taken aback.
Wang Xiaomin truly dared say it, even though everyone tacitly understood this, aware of the situation. One must remember that the main party is lying right here. What if she wakes up? That would be troublesome.
Zhang Wenqing rebuked disapprovingly, "Wang Xiaomin, do you know what you're saying now? As a nurse, your duty is to save lives. Don't get involved in other matters."
How could he not know the twists and turns involved, but it's not something they can intervene in.
Outside, Dane Song and his wife sat on the corridor chairs, anxiously watching the operating room.
"Creak" — The emergency room door opened, and the two quickly approached.
"How's Olivia?"
Zhang Wenqing saw the two and thought of how Olivia Song urgently needed a blood transfusion. Unfortunately, it still depended on Mr. Song, yet the girl was about to suffer again.
"Ms. Song urgently needs a blood transfusion. Mr. Song, we have to rely on Ms. Green."
Dane Song nodded, quickly taking out his phone and dialing a number, "Where are you now? Come to the hospital immediately, Olivia needs blood."
Saying this, he hung up the phone without waiting for a response.
The girl working in the bookstore stared blankly at her phone, here it goes again. Why is it always like this? Olivia Song, can't you just leave me alone?
"Claire, what's wrong?" The store manager, Elaine, asked with concern upon seeing her like this.
Gathering herself, Claire Green smiled apologetically at Elaine, "Something's come up. I need to go to the hospital."
Hearing this, Elaine understood immediately. She initially agreed to let Claire Green work here because she found the girl quite endearing. Later, seeing her at the hospital surprised her. After a few encounters, she inquired and learned about the girl's background.
After placing the sorted books on the table, Claire Green took off her work uniform, preparing to leave.
Unexpectedly, as she did so, Elaine grabbed her arm, tapped her forehead with disappointment.
"You can't go. You've barely recovered. Look at your body, you no longer look like a seventeen-year-old girl. If this continues, you'll end up dead."
Having said that, Elaine was at a loss for words as she realized the obvious truth, one that Claire Green surely understood as well.
Thinking of this, Elaine saw the smile on Claire Green's face, feeling a weight in her chest and her eyes reddened.
Claire Green patted the hand on her arm reassuringly, her face full of smiles, the words she spoke numb and despairing.
"But I have no choice. Thank you, Elaine."
Thank you for the warmth you once gave me, thank you for your concern, making me feel that someone also worries for me.
Watching Claire Green's departing figure, Elaine couldn't hold back her tears. She thought this might be the last time she'd see Claire Green.
As time slowly passed, the man's expression darkened and the atmosphere grew tense outside the emergency room, no one daring to breathe deeply, until Claire Green appeared.
"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song," Claire Green looked at the two with serene, dark eyes.
"You damned girl, hurry inside," the woman stepped forward, pulling Claire Green's wrist, pushing her forward.
Witnessing this, Zhang Wenqing frowned before smoothing it out.
"Ms. Green, sorry for the trouble."
His response was met with silence.
Claire Green thought about the first time she came to donate blood, where she could at least voice a refusal. Now, she couldn't even decline.
This is human nature, indifferent and selfish.
The people in the emergency room moved their lips upon seeing Claire Green, wanting to speak but not knowing how.
Claire Green sat there, calmly numb, watching her blood flow from her body into Olivia Song's through that tube.
She no longer remembered how many times this had been, just felt that this path seemed never-ending.
As the blood gradually drained, Claire Green's already pale face became bloodless. She felt she couldn't hold on, trying to speak, but having no strength.
"What should we do? There's still 100 milliliters needed, but if we draw any more, Ms. Green might not survive," Wang Xiaomin's anxious voice sounded.
Zhang Wenqing glanced at Claire Green and turned his head, "Continue drawing."
"But," Wang Xiaomin wanted to speak up but was intimidated by Zhang Wenqing's expression.
"I said continue drawing."
"Understood."
Claire Green felt her blood being drained almost to the last drop, otherwise why did she feel so cold all over?
In the end, she could no longer hold on and collapsed. At that very moment, she seemed to see a warm glow, so comfortable.