Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot - Chapter 142
Chapter 142: Direct Family Members Cannot Have Blood Transfusion (1)
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Gu Ziyu stared in astonishment at Lu Zhiyuan, who appeared in mid-air. He blinked his eyes and for a moment couldn’t discern whether it was his excessive blood loss causing hallucinations or if it was truly happening.
In the modern society, could my father fly?
Would you believe it?
Well, Gu Ziyu definitely didn’t believe it!
“Dad, you scared me,” Gu Ziyu calmly uttered these words and then completely lost consciousness.
Lu Zhiyuan arrived a bit faster than Li Jiang. As he landed with Gu Ci, Li Jiang and his team also arrived. Lu Zhiyuan’s face was as solemn as water as he instructed Li Jiang, “Control the situation, don’t let Lu Shijie die.”
“Yes!”
Li Jiang led his team upstairs. Whether it was Lu Shijie or the bodyguards, none could escape.
“Lu Zhiyuan, take Ziyu to the hospital first, the nearest one!”
The nearest hospital was four kilometers away from the unfinished building. With Ziyu in her arms, Gu Ci got into the car. Lu Zhiyuan drove toward the hospital while Gu Ci futilely tried to cover Ziyu’s wound. Warm blood kept oozing out from the wound.
“Ziyu, don’t scare me!” Gu Ci’s eyes were slightly red. “Ziyu, don’t scare Mom.” Lu Zhiyuan furrowed his brows and looked at Gu Ci. All he saw were her tears falling drop by drop onto Ziyu’s face. The three of them quickly arrived at the hospital. Ziyu had lost too much blood, leading to shock. Lu Zhiyuan rushed into the emergency room holding him. Gu Ci shouted, “Doctor, doctor… he needs a blood transfusion. Ziyu has AB blood type, we urgently need blood.” “AB type, right? Do we have AB blood in the blood bank?” the doctor asked.
Although Ziyu’s blood type wasn’t the rarest blood type, AB blood was still less common than ABO types. The blood bank at the small hospital was in dire need.
Lu Zhiyuan rolled up his sleeves. “Draw mine, I’m AB blood type!”
“You can’t donate!” Gu Ci blurted out.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at the anxious Gu Ci. Her lips were trembling slightly. Lu Zhiyuan said, “He needs a blood transfusion.”
Ziyu was in shock, the doctors were working to save him, and blood transfusion was crucial.
The doctor was also in a hurry. “You’re AB blood type, right? And you’re not a direct relative, right? Then come and donate.”
He assessed the ages of Ziyu and Lu Zhiyuan. They didn’t seem like direct relatives but more like brothers. Gu Ci stopped Lu Zhiyuan. “He can’t donate blood.”
The doctor said firmly, “Apart from direct relatives with the same blood type, why can’t he donate? I’m a doctor, trust me.”
Gu Ci tightly held onto Lu Zhiyuan’s arm and looked at Ziyu in shock. She clenched her teeth in pain. Blood transfusion from a direct relative would lead to transfusion-related graft-versus-host disease, the incidence wasn’t high, but the mortality rate was almost 100%.
Is she willing to take a gamble?
“Gu Ci?” Lu Zhiyuan’s tone was calm. Gu Ci’s mind was in turmoil, and coincidentally, a nurse hurriedly came with two bags of blood. Gu Ci heaved a sigh of relief.
Lu Zhiyuan grasped her wrist with a force that almost hurt her, his gaze deep like the sea. “Gu Ci, who is Gu Ziyu?”
In his voice, there was a kind of disbelief he couldn’t even believe himself.
Gu Ci sat wearily on a chair, her eyes red. “You have peach blossom eyes, and he also has peach blossom eyes. You’re a computer genius, and he’s also a computer genius. You’re exceptionally intelligent, and he’s exceptionally intelligent. So… who is he?”
Lu Zhiyuan suddenly turned his head, looking towards the emergency room. The typically calm gaze caused a tumultuous wave.
He suddenly remembered the unconscious words Gu Ziyu had said before he fainted.
“Dad, you scared me!”
He also recalled what he had said online.
“My dad is Lu Zhiyuan, who are you?”
He always referred to Gu Ci as Mom.
Gu Ci, who was usually reserved and slow to warm up, had braved danger for Gu Ziyu, unafraid of death.
Gu Ziyu’s identity… the answer was almost there, but why?
In the small hospital in the suburbs, they managed to stop the bleeding, and after the blood transfusion, Gu Ziyu’s condition stabilized slightly. A medical helicopter arrived and quickly transported him back to the city. The blood transfusion was timely, and Gu Ziyu’s aorta wasn’t harmed; he had only sustained damage to his liver. After a few hours of surgery, he was out of danger after the sutures were done.
Chen Liangdong and Chen Fei arrived in a hurry. Chen Liangdong was barely containing his anger. This elder who always seemed gentle had rushed to the hospital as soon as the meeting was interrupted.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at Chen Liangdong without changing his expression, squinting his eyes slightly. Even Li Jiang didn’t understand why this esteemed figure had been alarmed. He told Chen Liangdong the entire situation straightforwardly.
“How is Ziyu?” Chen Liangdong asked the doctor.
“Fortunately, he didn’t harm the aorta. There’s damage to his liver, but we’ve cleaned and stopped the bleeding. We need to observe his condition and let him recover properly.” The doctor informed truthfully. “Children have good recovery abilities, he’ll be fine.”
Chen Liangdong was relieved. This matter wouldn’t be let off lightly. When he first heard the news, he was terrified. Ziyu was so young. He genuinely liked the child and had treated him as his own to nurture.
Gu Ci had been sitting on a bench all this time. She asked Chen Liangdong, “Can Lu Shijie be sentenced to fifteen years?”
This was a suggestion.
It had to be a sentence of over fifteen years.
“A child so young, he’s truly heartless and crazy.” Chen Liangdong’s usual benevolent manner changed drastically. “1 won’t let him off!”
Lu Shijie had narrowly escaped death, engaged in kidnapping, attempted murder. It was enough for him to serve ten years in prison. No matter how much Chen Lishi tried to cover things up, he couldn’t save Lu Shijie.
“He’s eligible for the death penalty!” Chen Liangdong said calmly. Ziyu had a special status, a junior warrior of the National Security Agency. Kidnapping him and attempting to kill him warranted the death penalty.
Gu Ci’s gaze turned cold, as frost in late autumn. “Life imprisonment, wouldn’t that be better?”
A person like him, dying too quickly, wouldn’t be giving him too much of a break.
Gu Ci had some minor cuts and bruises, but they weren’t serious. Wood splinters embedded in her skin were easily removed, leaving her comfortable. She only had a large bruise, which could be treated with some medicinal ointment later.
Lu Zhiyuan watched in silence as Gu Ci washed her hands, her lonely figure a stark contrast. He glanced at the blood in his palm, then took a cotton swab and rolled the blood from his palm, lightly dragging his finger across a sharp instrument, allowing the fresh blood to fall onto another cotton swab.
He called Li Jiang over. “Go do a paternity test.”
Li Jiang looked horrified at the cotton swab, then at Lu Zhiyuan’s bleeding finger. “Third Young Master?”
Lu Zhiyuan’s gaze turned slightly cold, and Li Jiang felt a chill down his spine. “Yes!”
He dared not protest further, taking the cotton swab to the doctor for a paternity test. This was a paternity test between the Third Young Master and the Young Master, it couldn’t be possible! He remembered how the Third Young Master had once joked and asked him to take a paternity test.
But he had fervently denied it!
There was no way the Young Master could be the Third Young Master’s son!
Why would the Third Young Master want to do a test?
Could it be that the Third Young Master really had a child when he was around thirteen or fourteen?
Li Jiang was flabbergasted. “Oh my god, Third Young Master must be going crazy!”
Gu Ci leaned against the wall in silence, utterly exhausted. Lu Zhiyuan stared at her intently, and Gu Ci opened her eyes, looking at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. “Third Young Master, surprised?”
Lu Zhiyuan was more fearful than surprised, a mix of emotions.
He gazed fixedly at Gu Ci and shook his head gently. “It’s impossible, how could…”
Gu Ci approached him, reaching out to embrace him, burying her head against his chest. “Lu Zhiyuan, don’t leave me alone anymore..”
