Tong Airui said Mi Chenxuan would come out in two hours, but in the end, they waited for four hours, and the light in the operating room was still on.
After enduring for so long, Tong Airui's face grew increasingly pale. Yi Luowa stood up, positioned herself in front of him, and held him in her arms. "Lean on me a bit—it'll make you feel better."
Tong Airui weakly leaned into her embrace. Earlier, the plasma was insufficient, so he had donated 600CC of blood to Mi Chenxuan in two rounds. Fortunately, the blood center later delivered plasma; otherwise, he would have given Xuanxuan all the blood in his body if it came to that.
Tong Yao brought over a blanket for her son and draped it over him, her voice full of worry. "You shouldn't be so reckless. 400CC is the normal limit for blood donation—you gave 600CC?! Are you trying to throw your life away?"
"Mom—don't say that. I feel awful." Tong Airui muttered in a muffled voice, "I'd rather be the one lying in there."
