The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

On the ambulance, Jiang Lei lay on a stretcher, while Fan Xiuying had now woken up.

Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi sat beside Jiang Lei. The factory manager and other leaders didn't get on, partly because there was no room, and partly because none of them knew their blood types.

Not to mention them, even Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi didn't know.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting sat beside Jiang Lei.

"Xiao Song, where are we going?"

Fan Xiuying asked worriedly, as her son's condition looked terrible, his face pale and frightening.

"Mom, we're heading to He Ren Hospital right away. Driver, please hurry."

He Ren Hospital!

Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi both knew that He Ren Hospital was the best hospital.

"Thank you, Xiao Song, thank you so much!"

This kind of privilege only the Song family had; ordinary people like them couldn't possibly get someone admitted there.

Jiang Xiaoxiao handed the IV set to Song Moting.

"Here, you do it! You know how to transfuse, right?"

Song Moting frowned, as he was type O blood, incompatible with Jiang Lei.

No one else knew their blood types at the moment, so taking a risk was not an option.

"I'm type B blood. Right now, the only match for my third brother's blood type is me."

Song Moting held the IV set. Jiang Lei needed at least six hundred milliliters of blood, and losing six hundred milliliters was...

He leaned down to Jiang Xiaoxiao's ear and spoke softly.

"Can't you use some peach juice? I can heal, and so can Jiang Lei."

Jiang Xiaoxiao paused, glancing furtively at her parents, who were anxiously watching Jiang Lei, not noticing the two of them talking.

"Peach juice is too shocking. If Jiang Lei suddenly recovers, there's no way to explain it to the factory manager and leaders. You think we'll be on the headlines tomorrow?"

It's not that she didn't want to, it's that she dared not.

In Jiang Lei's current condition, if he suddenly got better without a scar, he would be a subject for examination tomorrow.

She wanted to save her brother, not put his life in danger.

Song Moting rolled up her sleeve, inserted the needle precisely, and watched as the red blood flowed into Jiang Lei's line. Then, an idea struck him.

"You eat some dried peach!"

Jiang Lei couldn't use it, but that didn't mean Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't.

The efficacy of Jiang Xiaoxiao's blood could at least be weakened.

Jiang Lei could still benefit.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up.

Yes.

She could eat dried peach, acting as a medium...

Song Moting brought over the backpack.

He gave her a look, and Jiang Xiaoxiao pretended to take out dried peach.

Fan Xiuying watched Jiang Xiaoxiao worriedly, "Xiaoxiao, you can't do this! You're a girl, losing so much blood isn't good. Your father and I really can't? We both can do it! Your father and I are healthier than you."

She wanted to help, but could do nothing.

Watching her daughter give blood tormented their hearts with worry.

Afraid something might happen to Jiang Xiaoxiao.

For them, both son and daughter were precious, and if possible, Fan Xiuying wished she could donate her own blood to her son.

But she couldn't let her daughter go on like this.

"Mom, don't worry! We'll get to the hospital soon, and they'll have plasma for my third brother. This is just a temporary measure; my third brother can't wait any longer, or he'll be in life-threatening danger. I'm in good health. It's thanks to all the good food you've given me.

This little bit of blood is nothing."

Jiang Xiaoxiao reassured Fan Xiuying, who finally eased her heart.

Song Moting secured the tape, watching Jiang Xiaoxiao take a bite of the dried peach, and after one bite, she handed it back to him, signaling for him to put the rest away.

It seemed Jiang Xiaoxiao was afraid of being discovered.

Song Moting felt anxious inside.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had too many secrets.

In future interactions, it would be easy to be discovered, so what would happen then?

This was his wife, after all, and he couldn't just watch Jiang Xiaoxiao be taken away for experiments. Being a man, it was his duty to protect Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Song Moting seriously considered what to do.

There was still room for intervention, at least during the five years at school, before she would be discovered. The fear was that Jiang Xiaoxiao, too soft-hearted, would display something extraordinary once she started clinical practice!

Seeing patients could easily stir her compassion.

It'd be easy to slip up.

He couldn't guard Jiang Xiaoxiao for his entire life, could he?

It was tough, so tough.

The ambulance raced to Renhe Hospital.

Because Song Moting called ahead.

Now the emergency doctors and nurses at the hospital entrance were trembling with nerves.

Who was it that was coming?

Even Mr. Feng, the hospital director, came personally to receive them.

This treatment was akin to that for a state leader, right?

An ambulance pulled in, and a stretcher was brought down.

The person on it was groaning softly.

"Mr. Feng, why did you come yourself? This kid just got into a minor road rage incident and was hit in a fight, nothing major."

Liu Mengxin accompanied her son off the ambulance and was taken aback to see Mr. Feng, feeling a bit flattered.

Seeing the assembly at the door, with doctors and nurses from the emergency room, including the department head waiting with Mr. Feng, she thought they must have come to welcome them.

She really didn't think her father-in-law ever had such high treatment, even though he worked at Mr. Feng's hospital, but their relationship seemed mediocre.

They'd only ever greeted each other in passing, and Mr. Feng had never been particularly close to their family. They usually didn't even visit each other, so why come out just to welcome them today?

Mr. Feng glanced behind them, no one was there?!

"If there's nothing serious, don't head to the emergency room then. It's just a beating! Going to the emergency room, what's the point? You're wasting medical resources, which are meant for urgent cases. If it's nothing serious, come back for a visit first thing in the morning."

Mr. Feng wasn't pleased; he wasn't waiting for them, yet they almost came asking for trouble.

Liu Mengxin paused, wondering if Mr. Feng was in a bad mood?

No courtesy in the slightest.

"Mr. Feng, the kid's left arm is fractured; he really needs emergency care."

She finally realized that Mr. Feng was probably waiting for someone important, not them.

"Alright, alright. If you need to, just go in already. Don't waste time here."

Mr. Feng waved impatiently.

But what could Liu Mengxin do?

This was Mr. Feng, a medical titan and the hospital director. If she crossed him, what good would it do her?

She had no choice but to signal the emergency nurses and doctors to take her son inside.

"You guys, help him quickly, get him inside first; he's got a fractured arm."

Her son, seriously, out late this night, had fought in a road rage incident. Based on his personality, he probably acted arrogantly, but this time he met his match. How else could he get beaten like this?

From what her son had told her on the way, he mentioned they might have hurt the other party as well. There's a possibility of future lawsuits, so she hurried her son to the hospital, hoping to find familiar doctors to smooth things over.

To get a serious injury certificate for her son, so if it ever came to a lawsuit, at least they had a statement.

The family had three sons, but the youngest was the most mischievous, always getting into trouble with bad company, either fighting today, or injuring someone tomorrow, or driving into trouble.

She constantly had her hands full putting out fires.

But what could she do? This was her child, raised from infancy.

His pleas tugged at her heart, leaving her no choice but to clean up his mess.

Doctors and nurses quickly took the boy inside, while the department heads remained in place.

Without a word from Mr. Feng, they dared not move.