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"What?!"

The middle-aged woman's voice suddenly exploded.

There were rustling sounds coming from the other end of the phone, and the faint sound of someone sitting up, followed by disordered breathing and low sobs. Someone was whispering something to comfort her, but the woman clearly wasn't listening; her voice rose and fell intermittently, like a string that had been repeatedly tightened.

Li Yichen handed his phone to Wang Jianmin and gestured with his chin towards him.

"Please explain the situation to the family; the surgery needs to be scheduled as soon as possible."

Wang Jianmin took the phone and spoke into the receiver. He spoke slowly, enunciating each word carefully, as if he were cracking a hard bone. He paused every few sentences, giving the person on the other end time to process and ask follow-up questions. The corridor was quiet; the phone at the nurses' station rang occasionally before being disconnected.

Li Yichen took two steps back, leaned against the corridor wall, put his hands in his pockets, and waited.

The heavy metal door to the operating room remained unmoved, and the lights cast a stark white glow down the corridor. The smell of disinfectant seeped into my nose, and after a while, I became numb to it, but that cold, harsh sensation lingered in my throat, impossible to swallow.

About three minutes later, Wang Jianmin returned the phone to him and nodded.

"The family has given their consent, and the surgery will proceed."

"OK."

Wang Jianmin paused for a moment and glanced at him.

"Regarding the fees..."

Money is not a problem.

Li Yichen interrupted him, speaking at a steady pace.

"Use your hospital's top resources and best team, all of them. Don't worry about anything else, I'll go pay the bill."

Wang Jianmin hesitated for a second, then nodded. As he turned to walk back, he pulled his mask up again, leaving only his eyes visible. There were words in those eyes, but he didn't say them aloud; he simply closed them briefly, as if to acknowledge it.

The payment window was on the first floor, and there were two or three people in line. Li Yichen walked to the window and gave Xue Shanshan's name and bed number. Behind the glass of the payment window sat a middle-aged nurse, her face showing signs of exhaustion from staying up all night, but her fingers were still typing on the keyboard quite quickly.

Li Yichen placed the card on the windowsill.

"I'll top up 100,000; if that's not enough, I'll top up some more."

The nurse picked up the card, swiped it, and a notification sound went off.

"That's enough, there's plenty of money in the account."

"If you need anything repaired, come to the third floor and call me."

He didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes briefly. The cold metal felt through his shirt, sending a chill down his spine. The elevator reached the third floor, the doors opened, and the corridor was empty except for the red light at the end.

Back at the operating room entrance, Lin Qingqing was still squatting against the wall, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest, her slippers askew beside her, curled up in a ball. A breeze from the hallway seeped in through a crack in a slightly ajar window, causing the hem of her nightgown to flutter slightly.

Li Yichen walked over and stood next to her.

"Let's go back."

Lin Qingqing looked up, her eyes still red. Her eyelashes were damp, and her nose was pink; she looked like a shell of her former self, completely drained of energy.

"I'll wait for her to come out—"

"I'll keep an eye on things here." Li Yichen left no room for negotiation. "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

Lin Qingqing paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Then go back to sleep. There's nothing you can do to help, I'll take care of things here."

Lin Qingqing opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing. She probably wanted to say something polite, but her throat moved, and she swallowed it back.

She stood up, brushed the dust off her pajamas, muttered "Thank you for your help," grabbed her bag, and headed towards the hallway exit. The clattering sound of her plastic slippers on the tiled floor faded into the distance.

After walking a dozen steps, I looked back.

Li Yichen didn't look at her; he was already looking for a chair to sit on. He sat down casually, stretching out his legs, leaning back, and sprawling out on the chair back, looking like nothing was wrong.

Lin Qingqing shrank her neck, turned around and left.

She and Xue Shanshan had known each other for less than two months and were just roommates. They had already done everything they needed to do tonight. On the way back to her rented room in a taxi, she leaned against the car window, watching the streetlights recede one by one, and suddenly felt an emptiness in her heart.

Outside the operating room, there was a row of hard, blue plastic chairs that were so uncomfortable that they made your back ache. The chair seats were poorly designed, so after sitting for a while, your lumbar spine would sag.

Li Yichen sat down, stretching his legs out and leaning back against the chair. He took off his coat and draped it over his knees, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to mid-forearm, revealing a watch face on his wrist that reflected the light slightly.

The corridor was quiet, with only the occasional nurse pushing a cart passing by.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

It's midnight.

At this time, most people in the city are already asleep.

He folded his phone back onto his lap, closed his eyes, and waited.

After half an hour.

The operating room door was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

When the door slammed open, it created a gust of air, carrying a stronger smell of blood mixed with disinfectant, which hit my nose.

Wang Jianmin came out, his mask pulled down to his chin, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his steps much faster than last time. There were a few dark red stains on the front of his white coat, already dried and hardened.

Li Yichen jumped to his feet. The chair leg scraped against the floor tiles with a short, sharp screech.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Jianmin blocked him directly.

"There's something I need to tell you."

Li Yichen glanced at his face and his heart sank. Wang Jianmin had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, and chapped lips, clearly indicating that he hadn't had a drop of water for hours.

"Upon entering the abdominal cavity, we discovered that the bleeding was much greater than anticipated. We have a treatment plan for this situation, but—"

Wang Jianmin paused for a moment, his voice very low.

"But her blood type is Rh-negative O."

Li Yichen didn't speak. The corridor suddenly became eerily quiet, and even the hum of the fluorescent light overhead became exceptionally clear.

"It's what's commonly known as Rh-negative blood." Wang Jianmin lowered his voice even further, almost speaking in a breath, "Our blood bank currently only has 1,000 milliliters of this blood type in stock. Based on her current blood loss, we conservatively estimate that we're short about 500 milliliters."

Li Yichen's back tensed up, his shoulder blades pulled inward, and two lines were faintly visible under his clothes.

"I've already arranged for someone to contact other hospitals to request blood, but the nearest hospital with blood in stock is over 300 kilometers away. Even with expedited service, the timeframe is..."

Wang Jianmin didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear enough. Even if an ambulance flashed its lights and ran red lights on the highway, it would still take at least three hours to cover 300 kilometers. And they both understood how long a person's blood could last.

"Use Curry's 1,000 ml first," Li Yichen said. His voice was flat, but his jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles in his jawbone bulged slightly.

"Of course, it's already in use." Wang Jianmin turned around. "I'll keep an eye on it and let you know as soon as there's any progress."

The footsteps faded into the distance. The hem of the white coat flashed around the corner and disappeared.

The corridor fell silent again.

Li Yichen stood there, pulling his hands out of his pockets, unsure where to put them. He ran his fingers through his hair, pausing for a moment before letting them go.

Three hundred kilometers.

Even with expedited blood transfusions, it will take at least two to three hours.

He stood there for five or six seconds without moving. The red light at the end of the corridor was still on, looking from a distance like an eye that refused to close.

He reached up and pressed his temples, feeling the veins throbbing beneath his fingertips.

The screen on the watch lit up.

There was no holographic projection, just a faint light, and then Ling'er's voice came from inside the device, very soft, just loud enough for him to hear. The voice had a machine-like smoothness, each word uttered clearly.

"Brother, I know where I can find this blood type."

Li Yichen lowered his head. The light from his watch screen reflected on his chin, clearly outlining the contours of his face.

How did you know?

"About two weeks ago, the company's back-end system received a job application resume," Ling'er said. "All files that go into the company's email account go through me first. The resume listed my blood type as Rh-negative, type O. The person who sent the resume is currently in Shanghai, not far from here."

Li Yichen's pupils contracted slightly.

"Is it possible to find out where they are?"

"It's been found."

Send it to my phone.

My watch vibrated, and my phone screen lit up.

Li Yichen picked up his phone, unlocked it, and opened it. His finger paused for a moment as he swiped through his email; a PDF file popped up on the screen, its filename a string of dates followed by his name: Feng Yue_Job Application Resume_2026.

The resume was in PDF format, compressed, but the text was clear. He clicked twice to zoom in, and the face in the photo gradually filled half of the screen.

The photo shows a woman, who looks to be in her late twenties. She has sharp features, her hair is styled in a bun, revealing her clean forehead and straight nose. She is dressed in business attire, a white shirt paired with a dark gray suit jacket, her back is ramrod straight, and the corners of her mouth have a perfectly balanced curve—neither obsequious nor aloof.

Name: Feng Yue.

Age: 26.

Education: Master's degree from Fudan University, majoring in Public Administration, with a minor in English Translation.

Work experience: None yet, as I just graduated and returned to China.

Job objective: Secretary to the President of Future Technology Group.

Blood type: Rh negative, type O.

Li Yichen flipped through the resume; it was meticulously prepared, a full three pages long. The layout was clean and neat, the punctuation was impeccable, and even the margins were perfectly aligned. It was clear that the person who created it had put their heart into it; every detail was as perfect as if a tailor had taken measurements.

However, the submission date shows that there was no follow-up after the resume was sent.

He could guess why.

Ji Yanran looked at it and then rejected it outright.

After all, Ji Yanran's role at Future Technology has always been that of half secretary and half CEO. She has a tight grip on the president's office, and any resume that might threaten her position is immediately suppressed. There's no need to overthink it.

My resume sat in the back office for half a month, like a pebble thrown into a sand pile, untouched by anyone.

Li Yichen gripped his phone tightly and looked up. Deep in the corridor, the red light of the operating room was still on, casting a soft red glow across the white floor tiles.

He scrolled down to the last line of the resume and saw the phone number. The number was registered in Shanghai.

He looked down, found the phone number, and dialed it.

As his fingertip touched the screen, he suddenly realized it was almost 1 a.m. What would the person answering the phone from an unfamiliar number at this hour react?

But there was no time to think about it.

beep--

beep--

beep--

Before the third sound finished, I answered it.

The voice on the other end was a woman's, startled awake by the sudden ringing. Her throat still carried a lingering sleepiness, but her speech was still fairly clear. There was a hint of alertness in her voice, like a cat pricking up its ears in the darkness.

"...Feed?"