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"...Feed?"

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Feng Yue? I am Li Yichen from Future Technology."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

It wasn't the kind of silence where someone didn't hear clearly; it was the kind where their mind was racing. Li Yichen could sense that the person opposite him was fully awake.

"Mr. Li?" The last bit of sleepiness in Feng Yue's throat was burned away by these words. "Hello, hello, I'm Feng Yue."

Restraint. Politeness. But a tense demeanor.

At 1 a.m., the boss of Future Tech called her personally. The resume she'd submitted two weeks ago flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it with reason. No company calls to offer a job at this hour; they'd have to be crazy.

"Your blood type on your resume is Rh-negative, type O, is that correct?"

Feng Yue was stunned.

This problem seems abnormal from any perspective. But she didn't hesitate for long.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this word, Li Yichen leaned forward half an inch.

"Pudong New Area People's Hospital. Now. Come immediately. The sooner the better."

This is not a request.

Feng Yue could tell. The weight of those words was too heavy, so heavy that she couldn't even bother with pretense. She opened her mouth to ask why, but she immediately suppressed the thought.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

hang up.

The blanket was thrown back. Feet touched the ground. The car keys on the bedside table were grabbed, the coat was pulled off the back of the chair, and the door lock popped open with a swift movement of the arm.

From getting up to leaving the house, it took no more than twenty seconds.

Thirteen minutes.

A white Civic crashed into the hospital's underground parking garage. The car bounced slightly when its tires went over a speed bump, but didn't slow down.

Feng Yue pulled out the key, pushed open the door, and jogged across the garage toward the elevator. She wore black sweatpants, a dark gray hoodie, her hair loose over her shoulders, and her face still bore the marks of having just gotten up from the pillow.

But the steps were steady. Fast but not chaotic.

The automatic doors in the emergency room slammed open, and a rush of cold light and disinfectant rushed in.

Li Yichen stood next to the pillar on the left side of the entrance.

She locked onto him from ten meters away.

She had looked at those blurry side-view photos online at least twenty times, and she had studied the composition of the screenshots of the face from the press conference in her phone's photo album. But when the real person stood in front of her, everything in the photos became invalid.

It's not about whether he's handsome or not. It's about the kind of person who, just by standing there without saying a word, can make the air density within a few meters around him change.

Feng Yue stopped in front of him.

Before he could even utter the first word, his wrist was grabbed.

The force wasn't heavy, but it was precise. Five fingers gripped the wrist bone, and then pulled forward.

Feng Yue stumbled half a step, her toes almost tripping over a crack in the floor tiles. But she reacted quickly, catching up within two steps and being pulled into the corridor as they jogged.

Li Yichen spoke as he walked.

"After donating blood, go home and rest for the night. Report to Ji Yanran at 9:00 AM the day after tomorrow, on the 60th floor of the Future Technology Building."

He didn't even turn his head.

"You've been accepted."

Feng Yue tripped.

It wasn't the floor tiles that tripped me; it was that sentence.

You get a job just by donating blood?

The words "Mr. Li, could you please explain this a little?" rolled on her tongue twice, but she didn't say them. The person holding her wrist was walking too fast, so fast that she had to focus all her attention on "not falling."

Blood donation room.

When the nurse saw Li Yichen rush in with his men, she jumped up from her chair.

"RH negative, type O, 400 ml, urgent. Waiting in the operating room on the third floor."

The nurse was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and rummaged through the blood collection bags and needles.

Feng Yue was pressed down onto the recliner. She rolled up her sweatshirt sleeves, revealing the inside of her left arm. Her skin was fair, and the veins were clearly visible; the nurse found the right spot after a couple of touches.

The alcohol swab felt cool when I wiped it.

Feng Yue didn't make a sound when the needle went in. She turned her head and glanced at Li Yichen standing next to her.

He didn't look at her.

Four hundred milliliters, drawn in half a minute.

The blood bag was still warm when the nurse took it off. She ran out carrying the bag of blood, the hem of her white coat flashing around the corner before disappearing.

Feng Yue pressed the cotton ball in the crook of her elbow and sat up from the recliner.

I feel a little dizzy. That's a normal reaction. Four hundred milliliters isn't a small amount for a woman weighing 53 kilograms.

"Let's go." Li Yichen had already stepped towards the door.

Operating room door.

Two blue plastic chairs.

Feng Yue sat on the right-hand chair, the cotton ball in the crook of her left elbow was fixed with medical tape, and a small red patch was faintly visible under the white gauze.

Li Yichen sat on the left, with his legs stretched out and his back against the chair back.

The only sounds in the corridor were the buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights and the occasional rustling of pages turning from the nurses' station in the distance.

There was a silence of about two minutes.

Feng Yue spoke.

"Mr. Li."

"Um."

"Who is that person inside?"

"He's a company employee. He fell off his bike after get off work today."

"Oh, so you're a company employee. But Mr. Li, I'm afraid you're more than just an employee, aren't you?"

Li Yichen turned his head and glanced at her.

This woman has good observation skills.

"Her name is Xue Shan. Besides being an employee, she's also my friend."

Feng Yue nodded. She didn't press for a specific definition of "friend".

But her lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Friend. Fine. A "friend" who sits in the hospital corridor at dawn, her jaw clenched like that.

"The reason I was accepted," Feng Yue leaned her head against the wall, "was it because of my blood type?"

Li Yichen did not deny it.

"She's currently the only person in the company with the rare Rh-negative blood type. Tonight's incident exposed a problem: when the blood bank is running low, if there's no one with the same blood type available to be there immediately—"

He paused for a moment.

"The consequences would be unimaginable. Your presence at the company is like having an extra layer of insurance."

Feng Yue mentally translated the passage.

Translation result: I became Xue Shanshan's portable blood transfusion bag.

Row.

She'd heard all sorts of bizarre reasons for being hired, but never one this outrageous.

Regardless of the reason, for a recent master's graduate who submitted 300 resumes and only received two interview invitations in six months after graduation—being directly hired by a future technology company by donating blood is such a good thing that you can't find even with a lantern.

"I understand," she said.

Li Yichen took his phone out of his pocket.

"Open the QR code for payment."

Feng Yue paused for a moment. "No need, this little bit of blood—"

"The company won't exploit your hard work for nothing. That's a principle."

There is no room for negotiation.

Feng Yue pursed her lips, took out her phone, opened the payment code, scrolled to the payment page, and the screen lit up for him.

Li Yichen looked down and operated the device for two seconds.

Feng Yue's phone vibrated.

Notification of receipt of funds.

She glanced down.

100,000 .。

One hundred thousand.

Feng Yue's fingers, which were holding the phone, froze for a full two seconds.

Four hundred milliliters. One hundred thousand yuan. Two hundred and fifty yuan per milliliter. This blood is more expensive than thirty-year-old Moutai.

"Keep it safe. Go back and get some rest." Li Yichen put his phone back in his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and said, "See you the day after tomorrow."

Feng Yue pressed the confirmation button. Her finger lingered on the screen for two seconds before she reluctantly moved it away.

She stood up and nodded slightly to Li Yichen. Then she turned and walked towards the exit of the corridor.

I walked a little slower than I had come. Not entirely because I had 400 milliliters of blood drawn.

After walking a dozen steps, she looked back.

Li Yichen had already sprawled back in the chair, his legs stretched out long, his head tilted back, his gaze fixed on the closed iron door of the operating room.

Feng Yue withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

As she stepped out of the hospital, a cool night breeze swept in. She pulled her hoodie tighter, went into the underground parking garage, and got back into the driver's seat of her Civic.

It didn't start.

The phone screen was still lit. The number "100,000.00" remained in the notification bar.

She stared at it for five seconds.

Suddenly he laughed.

It was very light. A touch of self-deprecation, a hint of disbelief, and something else entirely. It's hard to explain.

The engine started. The white Civic drove out of the underground parking garage and onto the empty road in the early morning. A streetlamp swept across the roof of the car, casting flickering light on her profile.

2:40 a.m.

The operating room door was pushed open from the inside.

Wang Jianmin walked out. He took off his mask, revealing a tired face, though a slight slack lingered around his mouth. The few dark red stains on the front of his white coat were still there, dried and stiff.

Li Yichen stood up from the chair. The movement was so sudden that the chair leg scraped against the floor tiles with a sharp sound.

"The surgery was a success." Wang Jianmin's voice was very hoarse, but he spoke clearly. "The spleen was saved, the sutures and repairs were very clean, and there will be no aftereffects."

He paused for a moment.

"The 400 milliliters of blood arrived just in time. Ten minutes later and it would have been disastrous."

Li Yichen relaxed his fists, which he had been clenching all night.

The ten fingers slowly unfolded, the knuckles stiff, as if they had been frozen for a long time.

VIP private room.

Xue Shanshan lay on the bed, still under the effects of the anesthesia, deep in a profound sleep. Her face was deathly pale, as were her lips.

But my chest was heaving.

Breathing is steady.

The monitor beeped regularly, and the waveforms on the screen appeared one after another, steadily and calmly.

Wang Jianmin stood at the door and gave some instructions: do not eat for 24 hours, pay attention to the wound drainage tube, and do not be too emotional after waking up.

Li Yichen wrote down each item one by one.

After Wang Jianmin left, the ward became quiet.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight leaked in through the gaps, falling in small streaks on the white sheets.

Li Yichen sat down on the bedside chair.

The chair was leather, much more comfortable than the shabby plastic chair in the hallway. He leaned back, his hands clasped together on his stomach.

I looked up at the ceiling. It was white. Nothing there.

She glanced down at the person on the bed again.

Xue Shan's left hand was sticking out from under the blanket, with an IV drip attached to the back of her hand, secured with transparent tape. Her hand was so thin that the outline of her knuckles was visible.

The phone screen lit up briefly.

Ling'er's voice came out.

"Brother, she's safe now. You should rest too."

Li Yichen nodded.

He flipped his phone over and placed it face down on the armrest, then closed his eyes.

The monitor beeped. Moonlight crept in through the curtains, creeping up the edge of the sheets, the armrests of the chair, and finally settling on his clasped hands. His breathing grew longer and heavier, and the lines of his shoulders relaxed little by little.

A nurse walked by in the corridor, her footsteps so light they were almost silent. She pushed open the door, glanced at the situation in the ward, then quietly withdrew and closed the door behind her.

3:17 a.m.

Xue Shanshan's finger twitched.

It was very light. Like trying to grab something in a dream, but failing.

The numbers on the monitor jumped a few times, then stabilized.

Li Yichen did not wake up.

The leather of the companion chair was warmed by his body heat, and the moonlight slowly moved away from the back of his hand, retreating back into the gap in the curtains.

Only the breathing of two people and the tireless beeping of the monitor remained in the ward.

One is long, and one is short.

One is deep, the other is shallow.