Just over ten minutes later, the door to the operating room was flung open again. The nurse's voice was anxious, "The patient is in critical condition, and the hospital has run out of enough plasma, moreover, the patient has a rare blood type..."
Xia Minjun immediately pointed at Tang Xi, "Take hers, her blood type is the same as my daughter's!! Use hers!"
After shouting, Xia Minjun realized she had been too forceful with her words. They had adopted Tang Xi for her blood, a shameful secret they had kept all along. Over the span of fifteen years, they had drawn blood from Tang Xi hundreds of times.
Xia Minjun glanced at Fu Tingzhou and hurriedly explained in panic, "Xi has the same blood type as her sister... She caused Mengshu to be in this condition, so naturally, she should... donate blood to Mengshu, it's her duty."
Fu Tingzhou's expression was cold and impassive, not a trace of emotion on his face.
He looked at Tang Xi.
Tang Xi's face was numb as well.
