A man who had always been powerful, his brow etched with extreme seriousness, cradled the woman's small hand in his large palm, his touch so meticulous, as if cherishing a priceless treasure.
His woman should not be stained with blood. These matters should have been resolved by him.
Zhan Mohan looked deeply at Wei Yumeng, and seeing no sign of her waking, he let out a silent sigh, then gently clasped her hand.
"Will the transfusion hurt a lot? Don't worry, I will be here with you. No matter how rare your blood type is, I will find a way to find O-type blood."
Zhan Mohan placed the hot towel in the water and gently rubbed it. In the quiet room, only the faint sound of water could be heard. He wiped Wei Yumeng's small face.
Her face seemed to have a touch of ruddiness under the warmth of the steam, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be just Zhan Mohan's illusion.
Looking at Wei Yumeng, lost in her slumber, like a sleeping beauty from a fairy tale, Zhan Mohan gazed at her tenderly. After a long while, he swallowed the words that had risen to his lips.
She was sleeping so deeply; he couldn't bear to wake her.
The nurses, silently guarding outside the curtain, couldn't help but feel touched by such affection, yet they were also helpless.
If Mrs. Zhan had a common blood type, she could have been transferred to the intensive care unit after the transfusion and awaited recovery.
But she had the rare O-type blood. It was truly a twist of fate. One could only pray that the blood bank in the country had enough O-type blood to save Wei Yumeng's critical life.
"Mr. Zhan, your assistant said there's news." The doctor outside the curtain softly reminded Zhan Mohan.
Zhan Mohan's eyes instantly lit up. He carefully placed Wei Yumeng's hand back under the covers, then hurried outside.
Outside the operating room, Fang Xun stood before Zhan Mohan, his head bowed, his expression somewhat hesitant to speak.
"Mr. Zhan, people with O-type blood from all over the country are rushing to Pengcheng, but only these few hospitals on the list have it, and the quantity is very small. The domestic blood bank is already in short supply."
Zhan Mohan's heart sank. He took the list handed to him by Fang Xun. Indeed, only a handful of hospitals were listed, countable on one hand. He handed it to the doctor.
"Is this quantity enough?"
"This can only ensure that the patient's life is out of danger for forty-eight hours!"
The doctor looked at the amount of O-type blood listed for the few hospitals and sighed heavily, shaking his head. He returned the list to Zhan Mohan.
"Keep searching! Go to every hospital, big and small!"
Zhan Mohan's dark eyes widened, and he looked at Fang Xun. He crumpled the paper in his hand and said sternly.
"Mr. Zhan, we've sent people to search all over the country. The second young madam even drove herself, conducting a carpet search... we really can't find any O-type blood."
Fang Xun explained respectfully to Zhan Mohan. He knew he had handled the matter poorly and bowed deeply to Zhan Mohan.
"Alas, there's nothing to be done. The number of people with O-type blood is inherently small. It's impossible to find such a large quantity of O-type blood at this time." The doctor understood the difficulty of finding blood banks and also said to Zhan Mohan.
Zhan Mohan rubbed his chin, his brows furrowed. Thinking of Wei Yumeng's critical condition, he pondered for a moment and slowly spoke.
"Among her relatives, there should be some with the same blood type."
"Wei Madam's family and relatives will have O-type blood."
The doctor understood what Zhan Mohan meant and nodded.
Then they would have to bring Wei Anguo and Yin Fang back...
Zhan Mohan narrowed his long, slender eyes slightly. When Wei Jin was imprisoned, Wei Anguo and Yin Fang wanted to ask Yumeng to help save Wei Jin. He had received the news and sent them to Africa.
He didn't expect to have to meet these two after such a long time, but there was no other way now.
"Send people to Africa to bring Wei Anguo and Yin Fang back. Get the fastest flight!"
Zhan Mohan had made up his mind and said to Fang Xun in a deep voice.
"Yes, Mr. Zhan!" Fang Xun quickly replied and sent people to Africa immediately.
Only forty-eight hours left...
Zhan Mohan silently recited the number in his heart. He lowered his gaze to the time on his watch and suddenly felt that every minute and every second was so precious.
Before Wei Anguo and Yin Fang could react, they were taken away by people from the Zhan family and sent to the hospital without delay.
The two had stayed in Africa for such a long time, their skin as dark as coal. When they were bundled and brought before Zhan Mohan, they were still dazed and confused.
"What's going on? We're back in the country?" Yin Fang was exhausted from the journey and hadn't eaten before being escorted away. Her entire body felt like it was falling apart.
"Where is this? To take people away without any reason, it's too..." Wei Anguo's face was dark and impatient as he struggled. Five or six bodyguards held them, letting them thrash about.
"Please be quiet, both of you. This is a hospital."
Fang Xun interrupted their complaints without mercy. He turned to Zhan Mohan and reminded him.
"Mr. Zhan, these two have been brought here."
Zhan Mohan stood with his back to Wei Anguo and Yin Fang. He had been guarding the operating room for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Wei Anguo and Yin Fang stared blankly at the tall figure. The familiar feeling reminded them of the fear they had experienced under Zhan Mohan's control, and they immediately became so scared they couldn't speak properly.
"Mr., Mr. Zhan! We were well-behaved over there, we didn't do anything else, you... you sent people to arrest us, do you have any instructions?"
Having experienced this before, Wei Anguo quickly admitted fault. He nervously rubbed his hands.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhan! Is there some misunderstanding? We haven't done anything!"
Yin Fang was so scared she collapsed on the ground, unable to get up, and busied herself with explanations.
Hearing the noisy chatter of these two was like a pile of frogs croaking in the grass. Zhan Mohan turned around, his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, his handsome face covered with a thin layer of ice.
Wei Anguo and Yin Fang were even more frightened by Zhan Mohan's cold expression. They huddled together, meekly lowering their heads, not daring to argue for themselves.
Zhan Mohan was speechless for a moment. He waved his arm, and the bodyguards immediately dragged Wei Anguo away, about to take him for a blood type test.
Wei Anguo was so scared he struggled like a slaughtered chicken. Yin Fang's tears fell. In Africa, she could only rely on Wei Anguo, so she naturally reached out to pull him.
"Mr. Zhan, son-in-law! Let's talk properly! I won't admit to anything I haven't done. If you want to make an example of me, you have to give me a reason!"
In his desperation, Wei Anguo even blurted out the word "son-in-law." He thought that Zhan Mohan cherished Wei Yumeng the most and tried to use Wei Yumeng to calm Zhan Mohan down.
"Yes! We should still talk reason." Yin Fang chimed in, supporting Wei Anguo.