Mind reading saves the whole family; I'm firmly in the role of a charlatan.

Chapter 101 Because He's Your Son

Generally speaking, immediate family members should not donate blood to each other unless absolutely necessary.

Because blood transfusions are more likely to cause complications and sequelae, the chances of some hidden familial genetic diseases breaking out are also greatly increased.

Readers with an omniscient perspective know Du Zhelei's true identity, but Du Hongyun does not.

So at his insistence, the nurse transfused his blood into Du Zhelei.

Originally, it was just a minor head injury with significant bleeding that required a blood transfusion. However, the transfusion led to more serious complications, and the child almost died.

Seeing this, Du Anrao almost rolled his eyes, feeling sorry for the child who had encountered such unreliable parents.

[I understand that a child's identity needs a trigger to be revealed, but aren't you two parents a bit too irresponsible? Especially Du Hongyun, such a big thing, and you didn't even consult the child's mother, making decisions on your own and almost killing the child. To put it nicely, it was an unintentional mistake; to put it bluntly, it caused immense harm!]

No wonder the child's mother ran away with the child as soon as the condition stabilized. Even though Du Zixuan softened and forgave him later, and the family was reunited, who could give that child back a healthy body free from illness? Not to mention that the aftereffects will most likely affect his lifespan; if things go wrong, it could mean the parents burying their child.

Ruan Xiuru was already very flustered, and when she heard this, she finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her legs went weak and she almost collapsed on the spot.

Mrs. Du was startled and quickly stepped forward to support her: "Are you alright? Do you want to go upstairs and rest for a while?"

Ruan Xiuru held Du's mother's hand tightly and leaned against her: "I feel a bit stuffy in my chest, I'm not feeling well."

Du's mother immediately understood: "I'll help you upstairs to rest."

With Du's mother's help, Ruan Xiuru went upstairs. Du Anrao and his wife rushed over and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Fourth Aunt?"

"She might be feeling unwell due to the large number of people and poor air circulation. I'll take her upstairs to rest for a while. You keep an eye on her and find her some pastries to tide her over; she didn't eat much just now. We'll be down in a bit."

Du Yuxi nodded in understanding and led Du Anrao in another direction.

As soon as Ruan Xiuru reached the second floor, she immediately regained her energy and hurriedly pulled out her phone to call her son.

She had wanted to listen to more of her son's gossip, but when she heard that her newborn grandson might be in trouble, she couldn't sit still.

She suddenly remembered that she had called her son to confirm whether he wanted to come with her when she was about to leave in the afternoon. Her son replied that Zixuan had to work overtime today and he might have to pick Zhelei up to go home so that his mother could give the gifts he had prepared to his two younger sisters. He wouldn't be going with her.

Isn't this exactly the plot point that Du Anrao just mentioned?
Du Hongyun did not answer the first call Ruan Xiuru made.

Thinking of a certain possibility, her heart was pounding with anxiety, but she had no choice but to call her son again and again.

Fortunately, Du Hongyun took over on the fifth attempt.

At this moment, several female relatives who had been watching the commotion downstairs realized something was wrong and chased after them.

Seeing Ruan Xiuru's flustered and nervous state, he didn't dare to ask any questions and simply stood quietly to the side, listening to the mother and son's conversation.

"Hongyun, you finally answered the phone! Where are you now?"

The sound on the other end of the phone was somewhat noisy, and occasionally you could hear the sound of people running around.

"Mom, is there something wrong that you're calling at this hour? Zhe Lei just got his head smashed by a naughty kid at kindergarten, and he's bleeding a lot. He's still in the emergency room, I..."

Before Du Hongyun could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a nurse who rushed out of the emergency room: "Who is the patient's family member? The patient has lost too much blood and needs a transfusion, but he has rare Rh-negative blood, and our hospital's reserves are probably not enough." "I also have Rh-negative blood, I can give him the transfusion."

Hearing Du Hongyun's words over the phone, Ruan Xiuru, forgetting her composure, suddenly screamed, "No, no, absolutely not!!!"

Du Hongyun, who hadn't even had time to move her phone away, was nearly deafened by the sudden increase in the volume of the scream. It took her a while to finally ask, "Why?"

"Because he is your son." Ruan Xiuru didn't care about anything else at this moment, she only thought about saving her poor grandson as soon as possible. "Zhelei is your and Zixuan's son, your own son."

Upon hearing this, Du Hongyun was completely stunned.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Zhelei be my child?"

The nurse standing in front of Du Hongyun paused, her face showing shock as if she'd stumbled upon some juicy gossip, but she still maintained her professional ethics and reminded him, "Unless absolutely necessary, blood transfusions from immediate family members are not recommended. Can you find any other donors with the same blood type?"

"Sixth Hospital, they have blood of your and Zhe Lei's blood type. Call Dean Zhou right away and ask him to send the blood over."

Du Hongyun and Du Zhelei both inherited their rare blood types from Ruan Xiuru's husband. Her husband passed away two years ago due to illness. At that time, the Sixth Hospital performed several surgeries on him, and before each surgery, they had to worry about this blood issue.

Since then, Ruan Xiuru has paid close attention to this matter and spent a lot of money to set up a foundation so that if Du Hongyun were to have an accident like his father, there would be blood available.

At the time, she never expected that her son would not be able to use the blood, but her grandson would be the first to benefit from it.

Du Hongyun's mind was a complete mess. He instinctively dialed Dean Zhou's number and asked him to quickly arrange for blood to be transferred over.

After finishing this matter, Du Hongyun seemed to suddenly realize something and called Ruan Xiuru back.

"Mom, what exactly happened? Zhe Lei, he really is..."

"It's true. It's a bit complicated, I'll tell you the details when I get back. Have you told Zixuan about Zhe Lei?"

"……not yet."

"I'll tell her after the surgery is over. I'll be back later, and then our family will have a good talk. Until then, you're not allowed to utter a single word to Zixuan, or I'll deal with you."

Ruan Xiuru had given up on her son's mouth and now just hoped he would keep quiet and remain mute while she went back to deal with this mess.

Ruan Xiuru hung up the phone with her son and turned around to meet the curious glances of her relatives, especially her fifth aunt, who was her sister-in-law.

"sister in law……"

Before Aunt Wu could finish speaking, Ruan Xiuru interrupted her, "It's true. Zhe Lei did get into a fight at the kindergarten and was injured, needing a blood transfusion. If I hadn't called in time, Hong Yun probably would have given him a blood transfusion."

Fifth Aunt gasped: "So that child really is..."

"It's almost certainly true. That child is my grandson, the child of Hongyun and Zixuan."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

(End of this chapter)