"Is there anyone here with Rh-negative O blood type? There's currently no such blood type in the blood bank," the nurse came out of the emergency room and asked.
"I am," Ji En said. People with his blood type were very rare, and it turned out that one of the people being rescued inside had the same blood type as him. Could it really be his child?
"Excuse me, is my child going to be okay?" Ji Aier grabbed the nurse and asked anxiously.
"The doctor is performing the rescue. Don't worry. Sir, please come with me over here," the nurse said to Ji En.
Ji Aier felt that she could hardly hold on anymore because she knew that Qianhe had this blood type. At that time, the doctor had also told her that people with this blood type were very rare. So they must avoid excessive blood loss, otherwise, it would be very troublesome.
Ji En came back soon, and the nurse carefully took the freshly drawn blood and sent it into the emergency room.
Two hours later,
The doctor came out and shook his head at them.
Ji Aier fainted on the spot, and Aunt Li, who had rushed over, was also crying hysterically.
"The adult and the little girl didn't survive due to excessive blood loss. Please accept our condolences," the doctor said.
Ji En felt as if his heart had been hit hard, and the pain almost made him convulse.
"The little boy is okay. He just has some minor scrapes and is currently under observation in the observation ward," the doctor added. Then he walked through the crowd and left.
Ji Aier, who had woken up, was holding the small, cold body of Ji Qianhe. She couldn't shed any more tears or make any sound. Her eyes showed a terrifying emptiness.
"Ai'er—" Ji En squatted down and tried to take the child from her to calm Ji Aier down.
"Go away! Go away!" Ji Aier shouted hoarsely, holding onto Ji Qianhe tightly and refusing to let go.
"Ai'er—" Seeing Ji Aier like this, Ji En began to regret his indifference when she came to him earlier. Maybe the car accident hadn't happened at that time, and maybe he could have saved everything.
"I hate you. I hate you. You killed your own child. You're a murderer!" Ji Aier looked at Ji En with hatred in her eyes. This man had shattered her world.
Soon, Ji Aier lost consciousness. The sedative the doctor gave her had taken effect.
Ji En sat on the chair dejectedly. In the luxury ward, only he, Minze, and Ji Aier, who was lying in the hospital bed, were left.
"Uncle, is my mommy asleep?" Minze, who had been frightened before, overcame his fear and gently pulled at Ji En's sleeve and asked.
"I'm your daddy, not your uncle!" Ji En hugged Minze and said wearily. When he saw Minze, he immediately realized how much grievance he had made Ji Aier endure because Minze was almost a miniature version of him. And he had pushed his other child towards death. She was so cute, and she hadn't even called him daddy once before leaving this world.
"Daddy is here, and mommy will be okay. Be good," Ji En didn't even know how else he should accompany this child who had his blood in his veins and communicate with him.
Ji En held Minze and looked at Ji Aier in the hospital bed. She looked extremely weak at the moment. Even in her deep sleep, her eyebrows were still furrowed. She must be venting her resentment in her dreams. All the pain he had inflicted on her from childhood to adulthood, and now the pain of her losing a child because of him.
Ji En placed the sleeping Minze beside Ji Aier, letting him snuggle up to her and fall asleep. Ji En walked to the other side and sat down, holding Ji Aier's somewhat cold hand. Her hand was even a bit rough with calluses. In these seven years, she must have endured a lot of hardships to raise the two children. That's why her once soft hand had become rough. Ji En pressed Ji Aier's hand against his face, feeling her pain.