Why do you suddenly want to reverse the car again?
Lu Zhou was surprised, but he didn't say anything and honestly backed the car back to where it was.
Ye Wanqing was no longer there. Lu Zhou hesitated and said, "Do you want to go to the property management to check the residents' information? This is the third phase of Mingyuan opened last year."
"No need."
Gu Jinyuan objected, his face was calm, and no one knew what he wanted to do when he came back.
Lu Zhou drove away without asking any more questions.
I took Ye Chenlin home, helped him take a bath, had dinner, played games for a while and told bedtime stories on the bed.
Ye Chenlin got tired quickly, held her arm and asked drowsily: "Mommy, I miss you so much. When will we go home?"
Ye Wanqing helped him tuck the quilt and kissed his forehead: "Mommy misses him too. If you bear with him a little longer, we will be able to go back soon."
"Well, I'm going to bring him a lot of delicious and fun things. He will definitely like it. I'm the brother, and I want to let him..."
Ye Chenlin's voice became softer and softer, and soon he began to snore.
Putting down the storybook, Ye Wanqing lay down and patted his back gently, her eyes calm.
Five years ago, she could find a way to hide the two children from Gu Jinyuan. Five years later, what couldn't she continue to hide?
After a dreamless night, after breakfast, Ye Wanqing put Ye Chenlin on the school bus. The school bus left, and Ye Wanqing prepared to go to the hospital to donate blood.
Ye Musen was always sick, and his hands were often covered with pinholes, which made Lu Qiuhe often cry. Later, she gave up eating meat, saying that it would bring some blessings to her children.
Ye Wanqing didn't believe this, but she developed the habit of donating blood regularly.
It is said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If her blood can save one person, will it save her son from suffering?
It is working time now, and there are not many people in the hospital.
Ye Wanqing was asking at the front desk where to go to donate blood, when a group of people rushed in pushing an emergency stretcher and entered the emergency room.
The people who came in behind were talking quietly, and it seemed like they had been in a serious car accident.
Things are so unpredictable!
Sighing in her heart, Ye Wanqing turned around and prepared to donate blood. The door of the emergency room suddenly opened, and the nurse came out anxiously and shouted: "Who has blood type AB? The patient is bleeding heavily now. The hospital's blood bank has insufficient reserves. The situation is urgent now. Is there any People voluntarily donate blood?”
AB blood type?
she is!
Without hesitation, Ye Wanqing raised her hand.
The nurse pulled her over and drew a large bag of blood. It was noisy outside, as if the patient's family members were coming.
After drawing blood, Ye Wanqing felt a little dizzy and sat there leaning against the wall to rest.
The amount of blood she had just drawn was far more than her usual amount of blood donation. Adding to the pressure, her body began to break out into cold sweats.
not feeling well.
Ye Wanqing clenched her fists and considered whether to ask the nurse to give her some nutrient solution. The door to the room was pushed open, and the nurse who had just drawn blood came back. She grabbed her arm and disinfected it with a cotton swab, and then tied it with a tourniquet. Seeing her posture, I still need to draw her blood!
"what you do!?"
Ye Wanqing held her hand, her eyes so cold that the nurse was startled, her eyes wandered, and she did not dare to look at her: "The blood drawn just now was not enough, we need to draw more."
"The blood I just drew has exceeded my body's ability to bear. I don't agree!"
Her voice was deliberately raised, and Ye Wanqing pulled off the tourniquet and stood up. Her vision was a little dark, but her instinctive perception of danger forced her to leave immediately.
Staggering to the door, before his hand touched the doorknob, a man walked in, his voice filled with anger and a bit of ridicule: "It's just a little blood, it won't die."
