When Song Yunqi heard that Jun Ning had crashed her car off a cliff while driving at high speed and was losing a lot of blood, he flew back to Shanghai that very night.
“Mr. Song, we're still nowhere near having enough blood in the blood bank. Miss Jun is in critical condition.”
Song Yunqi gripped the nurse's hand tightly, his voice strained with worry.
“Do whatever it takes. Just save her. I'll find a way to get the blood.”
At three in the morning, Song Yunqi sent dozens of messages to a group chat for people with rare blood types.
“RH-negative blood: donate 200 cc for 200,000 yuan, or 400 cc for 500,000 yuan.”
“If you can get to People's Hospital quickly, I'll add another 100,000 yuan.”
