The forty-eight-hour mark was nearing its end. Zhan Mohan lowered his gaze to the myriad of city lights below, a hint of melancholy clouding his handsome features. He clenched his fist abruptly.
He had never felt time slip by so quickly.
"Return to the hospital. The rest of you, keep searching."
The man's magnetic voice was tinged with a distinct hoarseness. Zhan Mohan closed his eyes, his eyeballs feeling sore and uncomfortable, but that discomfort paled in comparison to the ache in his heart.
The private jet flew back to the hospital at extreme speed. The stars in the night sky were sparse, and the silver moonlight cascaded onto the man's slightly creased suit jacket, casting a cool, clear shadow.
"President Zhan." Several doctors greeted him respectfully upon seeing Zhan Mohan. Noticing he had returned empty-handed, they couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Type P blood was one of the rarest blood types. With only forty-eight hours, finding it was proving incredibly difficult!
"Is she asleep?" Zhan Mohan looked towards the operating room. He paused his steps, then resolutely walked inside.
"Madam said she slept too long earlier and can't sleep now," the doctor replied, offering no further explanation.
Zhan Mohan's eyes deepened, a hint of self-mockery on his face. The answer to his question was obvious.
Who could sleep soundly after learning their life had only a few hours left?
Zhan Mohan strode closer. A nurse by the side quickly pulled back the curtain. Wei Yumeng was leaning against the headboard, Shi Qing asleep in her arms. She looked at the little doll with a gentle expression, patting Shi Qing softly.
"You're back?"
Wei Yumeng looked up at Zhan Mohan. She smiled faintly. In just a few short hours, the woman's complexion had visibly paled even further.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't find Type P blood."
Zhan Mohan's Adam's apple bobbed. He suddenly embraced Wei Yumeng, his eyes rippling with self-blame, his deep voice heavy with sorrow.
Many things had gone wrong from the very beginning.
For instance, he shouldn't have agreed to let her take such a risk.
Zhan Mohan held Wei Yumeng tightly. She had grown so thin; she felt almost weightless in his arms, as if she might dissipate in his embrace at any moment.
Even the formidable Zhan Mohan experienced fear in such a situation, the fear of losing his beloved wife.
"It's alright, I know you did your best."
Wei Yumeng could hear the profound pain in Zhan Mohan's voice. The hands holding her even trembled slightly. Her eyes instantly reddened, glistening with tears.
In truth, she wasn't originally someone who feared death. But the moment she saw this man, with whom she wished to spend her life and grow old together, Wei Yumeng couldn't help but feel a dull ache in her heart.
Wei Yumeng finally understood why some people clung to life, why some people still wished to live: because in this world, there were people they wanted to continue living with.
"If I could, I would give my life for you to live," Zhan Mohan inhaled the familiar scent of Wei Yumeng deeply. He lowered his eyelids, a fleeting tear threatening to fall, but he forcefully suppressed it.
His wife was so strong; he should stand by her more firmly, be her support.
Outside the curtain, the doctors and nurses who overheard their conversation silently shed tears. They had witnessed much of life and death, but even at this moment, they were deeply moved.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Our blood types don't match." Wei Yumeng seemed to want to dispel the somber atmosphere. She winked at Zhan Mohan and smiled, "Get up quickly, don't press on Shi Qing."
Wei Yumeng's words left Zhan Mohan speechless. He reluctantly sat back on the chair beside the bed, his gaze sharp as he fixed it on the sleeping Shi Qing. He beckoned a nurse to take Shi Qing away.
This child was truly inconsiderate. She had slept in Yumeng's arms for so long; her legs must be numb.
"I've never seen a man jealous of his own child." Wei Yumeng watched Zhan Mohan's actions with helplessness, shaking her head and sighing softly.
"Well, now you have." Zhan Mohan said seriously, his eyes locked onto Wei Yumeng. His heart had always only had room for her, and she was the only one who mattered to him.
Wei Yumeng reached out to cup Zhan Mohan's face. Her hands, pricked by many needles, were so pale that the blue and purple veins were clearly visible.
She carefully studied Zhan Mohan before her, as if trying to engrave him deeply into her memory. She hoped to recognize him at a glance in the next life and continue to be with this man.
Thinking this, sorrow surged within Wei Yumeng, and her long, butterfly-like eyelashes trembled lightly.
Zhan Mohan remained silent, watching Wei Yumeng's every move. His expression became even gentler, and he even indulgently held her hand as she aimlessly touched his face.
Wei Yumeng touched the new stubble on Zhan Mohan's chin. Her nose stung, and a look of heartache appeared on her face.
She knew he must have personally gone to other countries to search for Type P blood for her, rushing back tirelessly, with no time to even groom himself.
The cold, serious, and meticulous Zhan Mohan had revealed a side she had never seen before, all for Wei Yumeng.
"You've worked so hard, and you've worried so much for me." Wei Yumeng bit her lip. As soon as she spoke, tears began to fall like pearls from a broken string.
She didn't know why. In front of the doctors and nurses, and in front of Shi Qing, she hadn't shown any sadness or fear.
But in front of the man she loved, she always unconsciously let down her guard and revealed her vulnerability.
"Don't cry. Because I love you, you are worth it." Seeing Wei Yumeng cry, Zhan Mohan's heart ached even more. He reached out to wipe her tears. "Fang Xun and the others are still looking. I believe we will find Type P blood."
Wei Yumeng nodded heavily. She leaned her head on Zhan Mohan's shoulder, looking at the clock on the wall. The second hand ticked, ticking, ticking, marking the passage of her life.
She knew Type P blood couldn't be found anymore. She wasn't afraid of death, but she couldn't let go of the person she loved.
Wei Yumeng and Zhan Mohan quietly held each other, as if they were the only two people left in the world, their silence speaking volumes.
The blood bags beside them were nearing empty. Wei Yumeng had only one hour left to live.
"Time passes so quickly. I never thought I would have such a loving husband, and two adorable children."
She pressed her phone, and the screen lit up. The wallpaper was their family photo. Wei Yumeng traced each person on it, a sweet smile blooming on her face.
"Me too," Zhan Mohan said hoarsely, looking gently at Wei Yumeng.
Wei Yumeng looked at him as well. She could gradually feel her life fading. A tear trickled down her moist eyes.
"A Han, I love you."
"I love you too."
Zhan Mohan kissed Wei Yumeng's lips lightly, his hand on her shoulder trembling slightly.