Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

Chapter 708 Division of a Huge Amount of Property
"I carried Tian Shao for ten months and gave birth to him! His father's blood type is A! Your hospital must have made a mistake! I'm going to sue you!"

Extreme fear and the absurd blood type result made her speak incoherently.

"Ms. Chen, please calm down! The most urgent task is to find a blood donor to save your child's life!"

The nurse raised her voice.

"We will double-check your blood type, but please try to contact all possible relatives with type B blood immediately! Or ask your friends to help find a blood donor! Time is of the essence! Please get to the hospital as soon as possible!"

The call was abruptly ended, leaving only a hurried busy tone.

Chen Jinhua held the phone, feeling ice-cold all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

ICU, car accident, type B blood, impossible blood type combination... The overwhelming amount of information and fear almost suffocated her.

She stood there, lost and dejected, her eyes vacant, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Qin Luo, who had been listening silently, stood up from the sofa.

He walked up to Chen Jinhua, his tall figure exuding a sense of oppression, but his eyes were unusually calm, even carrying a sharp insight that seemed to see through everything.

He reached out and gently pressed his hand on Chen Jinhua's cold, trembling shoulder. His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like a heavy hammer striking her heart.

"Jinhua, calm down. Listen to me," he said, his gaze fixed on her panicked eyes.

"Get to the hospital immediately, saving lives is the top priority. But this matter... is too strange. The nurse was right, parents with type A blood can never have a child with type B blood, that's an ironclad rule."

Chen Jinhua suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes filled with offended anger and an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

Qin Luona's calm analysis of blood type inheritance was like an icicle, chiseling at her crumbling understanding.

Parents with blood type A can never have a child with blood type B. This ironclad scientific law has now become the cruelest verdict.

"No! No! Tian Shao is my son! I carried him for ten months and gave birth to him! I raised him with my own hands!"

Chen Jinhua shook her head violently, her long hair disheveled, her eyes filled with intense feeling of being offended and an almost obsessive maternal instinct, clinging desperately to this last elusive straw.

"I watched him smile for the first time, take his first steps, and call me 'Mom' for the first time... How could he not be mine?! Qin Luo, the hospital must have made a mistake! The hospital must have made a mistake!"

Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, and her body trembled violently with excitement and fear.

Qin Luo looked at the woman on the verge of collapse in front of him. There was no impatience in his deep eyes, only calm scrutiny.

He knew that words would be inadequate at this moment.

He no longer tried to explain the cold genetic formula, but simply stretched out his strong arm and steadily supported her swaying body, his voice low but carrying a strange sense of calm.

"Okay, let's go to the hospital first. Let's see for ourselves and hear what the doctor has to say."

The twenty-minute journey felt like an eternity to Chen Jinhua.

As soon as the car came to a stop in front of the hospital, she dashed out like an arrow, her high heels making a chaotic and rapid sound on the cold floor tiles.

She rushed straight into the brightly lit, somber ICU area.

"Nurse! Nurse! Chen Tianshao! How is my son Chen Tianshao?!"

Chen Jinhua grabbed the arm of a young nurse who had just come out, her nails almost digging into the nurse's flesh. Her voice was shrill and distorted, and her eyes were filled with a dying despair and pleading.

The nurse felt a sharp pain from her grip, but upon seeing her bloodshot, deathly pale face, a deep sense of sympathy flashed in her eyes. She gently pulled away, her voice carrying a professional heaviness.

"Ms. Chen...you...you should go in and take a look yourself."

She stepped aside to make way for the door leading to the emergency operating room.

"Young Master Tian..." Chen Jinhua's heart sank to the bottom, and an ominous premonition tightened around her heart like a cold, venomous snake.

She staggered toward the door, Qin Luo following closely behind, silently and firmly supporting her.

The emergency operating room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood.

The cold, white light of the operating lights shone down, illuminating everything in the room in minute detail, and sending chills down one's spine.

On the operating table, a human-shaped silhouette lay quietly, covered from head to toe by a white sheet.

"No!"

A piercing, desperate wail erupted from deep within Chen Jinhua's throat! The white sheet before her, a symbol of death, shattered her last shred of hope.

Her legs went weak, and she felt as if her bones had been removed, falling straight backward.

Qin Luo reacted quickly, pulling her tightly into his arms; his strong arms became her only support at that moment.

“Young Master Tian…my son…” Chen Jinhua trembled violently in Qin Luo’s arms, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision.

She stretched out her trembling hands and, with all her might, slowly lifted the heavy white cloth.

Beneath the white cloth was a young face that had lost all vitality.

The impact of the car accident severely deformed his face, leaving it covered in bruises and dried blood, making it almost impossible to recognize his original features.

However, a deep-seated intuition, etched into her very bones, made Chen Jinhua recognize him instantly.

"Young Master Tian! It really is my Young Master Tian!"

An overwhelming grief completely engulfed her like a tsunami.

Twenty years of nurturing, every little memory flooded my mind, forming the cruelest contrast with the cold, distorted face before me.

Her vision went black as the immense grief and shock caused her to faint again, her body collapsing into Qin Luo's arms.

"Jinhua!"

Qin Luo gave a low shout and pinched her philtrum with precise force using his thumb.

A moment later, Chen Jinhua slowly woke up, and the moment her consciousness returned, the excruciating pain once again engulfed her.

She collapsed onto the cold floor, gripping the edge of the operating table tightly, and let out a wail like a wounded beast, her voice shrill and desperate, echoing in the empty, cold operating room.

Qin Luo squatted down beside her, silently patting her back, silently bearing her grief, a trace of heaviness flashing in his deep eyes.

At this moment, any words of comfort seem pale and powerless.

Time passed slowly amidst boundless grief.

Three hours later, as Chen Jinhua's cries gradually turned into hoarse sobs, and she became limp and powerless as if her body had been hollowed out, Qin Luo's phone vibrated. He glanced at it; it was a message from his subordinate.

He stood up and walked out of the operating room.

A moment later, he returned carrying a thin kraft paper document bag bearing the logo of a certain authoritative appraisal institution.

He crouched down and gently placed the file bag on the ground in front of Chen Jinhua, his voice low and deep.

"Jinhua, the expedited results are in."

Chen Jinhua's swollen eyes were fixed on the file folder, as if she were looking at a venomous snake ready to devour her.

She reached out with trembling hands, and it took her several attempts to pull out the report from inside.

She flipped directly to the last page, her gaze fixed on the cold, hard conclusion.

Based on available data and DNA analysis results, Chen Jinhua has been ruled out as Chen Tianshao's biological mother.

"It's fake! It's fake!"

Chen Jinhua flung the report away as if she had been burned, her voice hoarse and shrill, filled with a hysterical resistance.

"They've made a mistake! The sample must be wrong! Tian Shao is my son! He's my son!"

She rushed to the operating table, lifted the white sheet again, and pointed at her son's deformed, cold face.

"Look at him! Look at him! He's my son! How could he not be?!"

Qin Luo looked at her heartbroken yet stubbornly denying it, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He didn't argue, but silently bent down to pick up the discarded report. Then, he did something that Chen Jinhua didn't expect.

He calmly contacted the hospital nurses and, following proper procedures, collected blood samples from Chen Jinhua's fingertips and from Chen Tianshao's body.

Then, he personally drove the two samples to three of Beijing's top-tier, and least likely to collude, authoritative forensic appraisal institutions over the next few hours.

He demanded expedited processing for each case and personally supervised the entire process.

Time passed second by second, like a dull knife cutting flesh.

When Qin Luo returned to Chen Jinhua with three almost identical appraisal reports bearing different institutional names but with completely consistent conclusions, the last trace of color drained from Chen Jinhua's face.

She stared blankly at the three reports, as if they were three death sentences leading to hell.

The last bit of strength that had sustained her was drained away, and she slid helplessly to the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering to herself in a daze, her voice as faint as a dream.

"Why...why is this happening? The son I raised for twenty years...the son who called me 'Mom' for twenty years...how could he not be my child? What on earth is going on..." Immense confusion and a sense of absurdity, as if I had been fooled by fate, temporarily overwhelmed my grief.

Qin Luo squatted down beside her, gently placing the three reports on her lap. His voice was clear and calm, trying to guide her out of the mire of despair.

"Jinhua, now is not the time to break down. Think back to when you gave birth. Was there anything unusual? Like... the hospital switched the babies?"

“Giving birth…” Chen Jinhua’s empty eyes finally regained some focus as she struggled to recall that long-buried memory filled with humiliation and pain.

“I…I was only eighteen then, I didn’t know anything…I got pregnant with him. I gave birth at nineteen…My family was ashamed of me and cut off all ties with me long ago. That man…Tian Shao’s father, he’s a bastard! He ran away as soon as he found out I was pregnant and never showed up again…” Her voice was bitter and distant.

"On the day I gave birth, I was all alone... at the maternal and child health hospital in that small county... I was in so much pain and so scared... I remember I fainted from the pain in the end..."

She suddenly raised her head, a hint of surprise and uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

“I’ve heard of babies being switched at birth… So I’ve been very careful ever since, keeping a close eye on Tian Shao, afraid that he might be stolen or mixed up! I remember… I remember very clearly, when Tian Shao was born, he had a small, leaf-shaped green birthmark on the back of his right hand! When the nurse showed it to me, I even touched it!”

Her tone became unusually certain, as if she had grasped the last lifeline.

"If he's not my child... then the only possibility is that the baby was switched while I was in a coma! The child I gave birth to might also have a birthmark, or... it might actually be a girl? I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl!"

As she finished speaking, her voice trembled again, filled with lingering fear and a sense of being deceived.

Qin Luo's eyes narrowed, and he nodded.

"This is highly likely. Back then, small hospitals were poorly managed and lacked surveillance, so it was entirely possible for such a terrible incident to occur."

He stood up, extended his hand to Chen Jinhua, and spoke with an undeniable force.

"Get up, Jinhua. We're going to that maternal and child health hospital from back then! No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many groups of people have changed, we must get to the bottom of this! We must find the doctors and nurses who handled this case back then! We must find out where your own flesh and blood is!"

Chen Jinhua looked at Qin Luo's outstretched hand, which seemed to carry a force that sustained her and kept her alive.

A flame, a mixture of grief, anger, and a sliver of hope, burned in her eyes as she trembled and placed her hand into Qin Luo's broad palm.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in the Zhang family's luxurious villa, the atmosphere was like a volcano about to erupt.

"What?! That brat! She actually dared to! She actually dared to sue us?!"

Zhang Dawei paced back and forth in the spacious living room like an enraged bull, crumpling the expensive Persian carpet under his feet.

His face flushed red, veins bulged on his neck, and spittle almost landed on the lawyer's face.

"She wants a courtyard house? And half the company's shares?! Why doesn't she just rob us?! She's gone too far!"

Jiang Qingfang sat on the expensive leather sofa, her well-maintained face now filled with gloom and deep-seated resentment, her meticulously drawn nails digging deeply into her palms.

"Ungrateful wretch! We raised her, fed her, dressed her well, and sent her to school! Is this how she repays us? Teaming up with outsiders to seize our family property? That Qin Luo! It must have been him who instigated it! I knew that kid was no good!"

"Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, please calm down."

The lawyer sitting opposite them, Mr. Huang, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his face showing a professional seriousness and a hint of barely perceptible unease.

“Your daughter, Ms. Zhang Yiyi, is determined to take legal action this time. And…” He paused, his tone becoming even more somber.

"The lawyer she hired is Wang Taicheng from Taicheng Law Firm, Attorney Wang."

"Wang Taicheng?"

Zhang Dawei's roar stopped abruptly, a look of confusion flashing across his face, clearly indicating that he was not familiar with the name.

Attorney Huang gave a wry smile, his tone filled with genuine awe and helplessness.

"Attorney Wang Taicheng is widely recognized as a 'victorious general' in the Beijing legal community. He is the first partner and founder of Taicheng Law Firm. His success rate in handling cases, especially family disputes involving the division of huge sums of money, is frighteningly high."

(End of this chapter)