Song Lijun finally opened her eyes, only to find herself in the hospital.
"Doctor, how is my husband?" Song Lijun's heart filled with fear as she recalled the car accident.
"Mrs. Feng, your husband has lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion. However, the hospital doesn't have a matching blood type. Even your daughter's blood type is not compatible," the doctor said with regret.
Song Lijun froze. Of course, Catherine's blood type wouldn't match, because Catherine wasn't their biological daughter.
But at this moment, she couldn't afford to think about that. She just told the doctor, "Doctor, I know someone whose blood will be a match."
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful. Please contact them as soon as possible. Your husband can't wait any longer."
Song Lijun immediately took out her phone and dialed Wei Yumeng's number.
At this time, Wei Yumeng and Zhan Mohan had just gotten off the plane. As soon as they turned on their phones, they saw Song Lijun's call.
"Hello? Mrs. Feng, is something wrong?"
Song Lijun was so anxious that she stammered, "Yumeng, Zhenhua's life depends on you. Please come to the hospital quickly. If you don't come soon, it will be too late."
Although Wei Yumeng didn't know what had happened, she could tell from Song Lijun's tone and the mention of the hospital that something major had occurred.
"Mohan, we need to go to the hospital first. Something has happened at Mrs. Feng's house."
Zhan Mohan frowned. After saying goodbye to Mu Linjing, they rushed to the hospital.
Wei Yumeng arrived at the hospital, still confused, when several nurses approached her.
"Are you Mrs. Zhan?"
Wei Yumeng nodded. "I am."
The doctor immediately said, "Quickly take Mrs. Zhan for a blood test and prepare for the transfusion."
Seeing this, Zhan Mohan understood what had happened. Wei Yumeng had the rare P blood type. It must be Feng Zhenhua who was in trouble.
While undergoing the examination, Wei Yumeng asked, "Nurse, can you tell me what happened?"
"Do you know Mr. Feng Zhenhua?"
Wei Yumeng nodded. "I do."
"Mr. Feng Zhenhua was in a car accident. His condition is critical and he urgently needs a blood transfusion, but our hospital doesn't have that special blood type in stock."
Another nurse chimed in, "It's not just our hospital that doesn't have that blood type; there are probably very few people in the entire region with the P blood type."
Wei Yumeng was still puzzled. Wasn't Catherine Feng Zhenhua's daughter? Why weren't they asking her for blood?
Catherine, who was in the lounge, happened to come out and saw Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng looked at Catherine, and the atmosphere was awkward. Wei Yumeng naturally wouldn't forgive Catherine for what she had done.
Soon, the blood test results were out. "Very good, the blood type matches. We can proceed with the transfusion."
"Wait, Doctor, can't her blood be used?"
Wei Yumeng pointed at Catherine.
The doctor looked as if he had something difficult to say. "We've already tested her blood. It's not the P blood type, and it doesn't even match Mrs. Feng's blood type."
Wei Yumeng was slightly taken aback. What was going on? Did the doctor mean that Catherine wasn't the biological daughter of Feng Zhenhua and Song Lijun?
But the situation was urgent, and there was no time for Wei Yumeng to think. She was quickly taken into the operating room to transfuse blood to Feng Zhenhua.
Zhan Mohan waited in the hallway, anticipating that some truths would finally be revealed today.
Catherine deliberately kept a distance from Zhan Mohan, as she was somewhat self-aware.
Seeing Feng Zhenhua's injuries, Wei Yumeng felt a jolt of shock and a dull ache in her heart. She didn't even know why she felt this way, but tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.
Even the doctors, knowing that Catherine was Feng Zhenhua's daughter, would have thought Wei Yumeng was his daughter if they hadn't known.
"Doctor, how is Mr. Feng? Can he still be saved?" Wei Yumeng asked, biting her lower lip, feeling a heavy weight in her chest.
"Don't worry. The surgery is under control for now. We just needed the transfusion. Now that you're here, you just need to trust us."
Wei Yumeng nodded in relief and lay down on another bed.
Wei Yumeng could feel her blood being drawn from her body, but the sensation wasn't unpleasant. It even gave her an illusion that the blood was returning to another home.
Finally, the light in the operating room turned off, and Zhan Mohan hurried over.
Wei Yumeng was pushed out first. "Mohan."
Perhaps due to the transfusion, Wei Yumeng's face looked pale, which made Zhan Mohan's heart ache.
"I'm here. Get some rest. I'll be with you the whole time." Zhan Mohan took Wei Yumeng's hand, finding it terribly cold.
The doctor reminded them, "Mrs. Zhan needs to rest well. She can leave when she feels better. During this time, please pay attention to her diet and eat foods that can replenish blood."
Zhan Mohan nodded. "I understand."
Wei Yumeng, however, asked the doctor, "How is Mr. Feng doing?"
The doctor smiled. "Don't worry, the surgery was very successful. He's no longer in danger."
Wei Yumeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Catherine watched everything from afar and felt like she was the superfluous one. Wasn't she always superfluous?
Catherine clenched her fists, her eyes filled with hatred.
Wei Yumeng hadn't expected to be back in a hospital room so soon after being discharged abroad. Although it was just a temporary rest, it still felt strange. She seemed to be in the hospital often lately.
"Yumeng?"
A voice brought Wei Yumeng back to reality. She had been assigned to the same room as Song Lijun.
"Mrs. Feng, how are you feeling?" Wei Yumeng asked with concern.
She felt an inexplicable sense of closeness towards Song Lijun and Feng Zhenhua.
"I'm fine, Yumeng. It's all thanks to you that Zhenhua escaped this ordeal." Song Lijun's voice was choked with tears. "If I hadn't been so insistent, this wouldn't have happened."
Zhan Mohan happened to walk in and saw Wei Yumeng talking to Song Lijun. He didn't interrupt them, but quietly sat by Wei Yumeng's bed and handed her a cup of hot water.
Wei Yumeng's mood wasn't much better. Seeing Song Lijun and Feng Zhenhua's current state was already difficult for her to bear.
"Mrs. Feng, everything will get better. The doctor just told me the surgery was very successful." Wei Yumeng said softly. She paused, still having some questions. "Mrs. Feng, I have a question. The reason you called me back then was because you knew my blood type matched Mr. Feng's, right?"