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"Tang Zhen, you have to hold on.

Song Qiting said while holding Tang Zhen's hand tightly, blood had completely frozen her hair. Looking at her pale face, he didn't even dare to touch her face, because he was afraid that he would accidentally crush her again.

Song Qiting's nervousness was not an act, the doctors saw his worried look, and naturally did not dare delay any further, they took out their speed that was multiple times faster than usual and immediately pushed Tang Zhen into the operation room, immediately commencing the operation. The duration was almost exactly one minute.

The moment the operation room door was closed, it was as if Song Qiting lost his soul. He stood blankly at the door of the operation room, and stared directly at the light.

He was like a statue without any emotions. Other than the Chilling Qi around his body, he no longer had any aura.

He was still wearing the clothes for the engagement ceremony during the day. His expensive handmade suit was now covered in blood, and even his hands were dripping with blood.

Tang Zhen, promise me that nothing will happen to you, you are my only hope in life, do you know that?

Song Qiting prayed in his heart. He clenched his fists at the side, but his gaze was still fixed on the door. He did not even blink.

"CEO, Miss Tang has lost too much blood, the RH-negative blood clots in his blood bank have been used up, Miss Tang is still in danger, his condition is not good."

An hour later, a doctor from the operation room hurriedly walked out. This doctor was Gu Yun's teacher, so he was naturally familiar with Tang Zhen.

He did not understand how these two people could have become like this, but now was not the time to lament over it. The most urgent thing was to come in and replenish the amount of blood.

"CEO." A subordinate hurriedly ran over, "Tang Zijun has brought them."

Song Qiting's eyes instantly flashed with pain, as if he had grasped onto the last strand of hope, "Bring her to Tang Zhen for blood transfusion."

His somewhat hoarse voice sounded more like the angry roar of a devil.

At the same time, Tang Zijun walked over. She sized Song Qiting up from head to toe, the engagement had just ended, and he looked like this at night. As expected of Song Yi's son, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

As expected of a father, just like a son.

"What happened to Tang Zhen?"

She looked at the tightly shut operation room. Starting from the night before, the Tang Clan Enterprise had somehow started to operate. She was extremely happy, she was too busy running errands, she was too lazy to pursue the matter with Tang Zhen.

But who would have thought that today, Song Qiting's men would directly run to her villa and pressure her to come here.

She looked up and down at Song Qiting, seeing that her entire body was covered in blood, she suddenly thought, and from what Song Qiting said, could it be that he wanted her to give Tang Zhen blood transfusions?

Absolutely not, Tang Zhen was RH negative blood, but she was not. If she agreed, then everything would be exposed.

She absolutely could not.

Tang Zijun's face could not help but turn white.

"Bring her there."

Song Qiting did not have time to take a glance at Tang Zijun, for Song Qiting, he had long hated this woman to the extreme. If she was not Tang Zhen's mother, he would definitely not be courteous to her.

The doctor looked at Song Qiting, now that his life was in danger, he did not dare delay any further, and extended his hand out to Tang Zijun, "Please follow me, Madam."

"No way!"

Tang Zijun subconsciously roared out, she glanced at the few people in front of her and immediately recovered, "I'm saying, my blood doesn't match with Tang Zhen's. Tang Zhen's blood is with her father, and that's Wei Jie."

Tang Zijun quickly found a reason why, and she quickly pushed it to Wei Jie. Wei Jie still had a heart disease and was not out of danger yet, so he definitely could not draw blood for Tang Zhen. Tang Zijun secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Go find Wei Jie and draw his blood."

Song Qiting's gaze was like a bone-piercing chill, as it swept across Tang Zijun, causing him to unavoidably tremble in fear.

Wei Jie still has a heart attack and is not out of danger.

Tang Zijun said anxiously, like a shrew as she opened her arms and blocked the path of the corridor, she absolutely could not let anyone come in contact with Wei Jie.

"Right now, the one laying inside is your own daughter, what, Wei Jie's life is life, is Tang Zhen's life not life?"

Song Qiting glared at Tang Zijun sinisterly. It was the first time he had seen his parents being so selfish. In the past, he didn't know what Tang Zhen's life was like, but now, he could finally see it clearly.

"CEO, we're in desperate need of blood right now."

Another nurse ran out anxiously to urge him to hurry up. Now that the blood supply was seriously lacking, Tang Zhen could lose his life at any time.

Song Qiting's gaze suddenly flashed with killing intent. The operation room was urging him time and time again, and it was almost impossible to wait any longer.

"Men, go draw Wei Jie's blood right now, I'll carry any problems."

His expression was ruthless. Tang Zhen had paid so much for the sake of this pair of parents with wolfish ambitions, so it wasn't a big deal for them to give up such a small gift.

When he finished speaking, the man who brought Tang Zijun over had already led the doctor in the direction of Wei Jie's sickroom.

When Tang Zijun saw that the situation was no longer under her control, she suddenly became anxious. Her complexion became as unsightly as white paper, and the color in her eyes couldn't help but become ruthless.

Just as she was at a loss as to what to do, a figure suddenly flashed through her mind. She quickly took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Yi Fei..."

Tang Zijun quickly finished speaking, then quickly put down her phone and ran towards Wei Jie's ward, she had to stall for time, as long as Yu Yifei came, this matter would not be exposed.

"What do you want? "Don't touch him."

Tang Zijun saw that she was about to draw blood for Wei Jie, she did not care about the cultivation that she was so proud of, and waved the bag towards the doctor like a crazy woman, the metal buckle on the bag just happened to cut a line of blood on the doctor's face.

She vigilantly looked at Song Qiting's subordinate. Before he could stop her, she quickly threw herself into Wei Jie's embrace, with both her hands tightly holding on to the edge of the bed. No matter how others tried to pull, she couldn't let go.

Those who didn't know how deep did they think her feelings for Wei Jie were, but only Tang Zijun knew why he was doing so.

In the operation room, as Song Qiting could not bear the torture any longer and did not see Tang Zhen, he immediately changed into his isolation suit and walked into the operation room with the doctor.

On the huge operating table, other than red, there was no other color. Song Qiting's eyes contracted again and again, the dry pain made him clench his fists tightly. He didn't ask for anything else, he only hoped that Tang Zhen could be safe and sound. As long as this was the case, no matter how big of a punishment he was given in the future, he would be willing.

He was standing right behind the doctor, looking at the blood, he had never felt so timid, as though as long as he did not go over, the person lying on the table was not Tang Zhen.

His feet felt as if they were filled with lead. Even though he had used all the strength in his body, he was unable to move them even a single step.