Chapter 22: Yichen, I Want Her to Live

“Ah!!”

The sharp blade of the dagger cut across Shen Man’s cheek.

Lu Yu watched in terror; they were really—

Going for the kill!

“Miss Shen, do you have anything to say?” Qing Ming licked the blade.

“I’ll say—”

“I’ll say it!” Shen Man was so frightened that she spoke up on the spot.

Fu Ciyu waved his hand, and Qing Ming stepped back behind him.

“Let’s begin.”

Shen Man covered her bleeding cheek, her voice trembling: “I only know she is Lu Nanzhi; I’ve never seen her. She always called me.”

“Do you know the reason?” Fu Ciyu asked in a deep voice.

Shen Man shook her head vigorously: “I don’t know anything else. She wanted us to take down the Qu family and design a way for Qu Wanwan to escape from you.”

Fu Ciyu’s gaze darkened. Escape—

Qu Wanwan, you must have thought the same once—

“Master—”

A calm Qing Jiu, covered in blood, rushed in, clearly flustered.

Fu Ciyu glanced at her, and his expression changed.

Qingye frowned: “Qing Jiu, you know Master’s temper.”

Qing Jiu wore a look of urgency, her voice trembling: “Madam is in trouble—”

Fu Ciyu’s pupils tightened, and he quickly stood up: “Where is she?”

Qing Jiu said urgently: “She has already been sent to the hospital. We were intercepted on the way; there were too many people, and I couldn’t keep an eye on Madam—”

“She was injured?” Fu Ciyu’s brows were furrowed, filled with rage.

“Madam called you but couldn’t get through, and she was attacked from behind—”

Upon hearing this, Fu Ciyu’s eyes narrowed, and a cold aura radiated from him.

His gaze was dark, and the words that left his thin lips were as chilling as ice.

“Qingye, Qing Ming, go investigate and bring the people to Shadow!”

“Yes, Master!”

Fu Ciyu’s gaze turned crimson as he suddenly turned and left.

Reaching the door, he paused and coldly said, “Don’t let these two go.”

“Yes.”

In the night, Fu Ciyu pressed the accelerator to the floor.

The car sped like an arrow, his hard jawline reflecting a silent, furious wrath.

“Damn it!”

Suddenly, he slammed his fist on the dashboard, filled with self-reproach.

He shouldn’t have turned off his phone, shouldn’t have been angry with her, and most importantly, shouldn’t have come out alone without telling her.

He activated the Bluetooth and dialed Gu Yichen’s number.

“Ciyu?”

“Wherever you are, get to the hospital immediately. Wanwan has been injured.”

“Crash.” Gu Yichen lost his footing and collided with the table.

The water cup on the table shattered into pieces, but he didn’t have time to care; he hurriedly said, “Ten minutes, I’ll be there right away.”

In the corridor of Gu’s Hospital, chaos reigned.

“Quick! Where is she? Do you know who this is!!”

“The young lady of the Qu family, the sister of Young Master Qu, Master Fu’s beloved!”

“What are you standing there for? Prepare for surgery!”

“Yes, Director.”

“Director, should we wait for the Dean to come?” This was no ordinary patient; if something went wrong—

“Can we wait? Can she wait?” The director snapped. “Can’t you see she’s losing blood?”

The crowd scrambled to push her into the operating room, beginning the process of stopping the bleeding.

Brilliant red blood flowed from Qu Wanwan’s lips, dripping onto her pale chin, making her look breathtakingly beautiful in her current state.

“Director, the blood bank is out of Rh type!” The head nurse rushed in.

“She’s Rh blood type?” The director suddenly raised his head.

“Yes—”

“Notify the Dean.” This was beyond his capabilities.

“No need, I’m here.” Gu Yichen had just arrived, donning his white coat, hat, and gloves perfectly.

Gu Yichen looked at the barely breathing Qu Wanwan, his expression tightening.

He quickly examined her from head to toe; she was losing too much blood, and it was a rare blood type.

He calmly analyzed: “Contact Qiu the director at the branch hospital, tell him we have an important patient, and to arrange for someone with Rh blood type to come.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Bang!”

The operating room door was pushed open forcefully, and Gu Yichen looked up.

He saw Fu Ciyu with bloodshot eyes, staring blankly at the lifeless figure on the operating table.

“Ciyu——”

“How is she——” His voice was hoarse.

“Rh blood type, the blood bank is out—”

“I’ll do it!” Fu Ciyu said, his voice trembling.

Gu Yichen was taken aback: “You’re Rh?”

“Yeah, hurry.”

Gu Yichen quickly instructed the head nurse to start the blood draw for testing.

“Yichen, I want her to live—”

“I know.” Gu Yichen’s voice was heavy.

Soon, Fu Ciyu followed the head nurse to give blood and waited for the test results.

Qu Muqing received news from Fu Ciyu and rushed over.

But when he saw the lifeless person on the operating table, Qu Muqing’s expression darkened.

He grabbed Fu Ciyu by the collar and coldly said: “Ciyu, you promised me! You said you would take good care of her! Tell me! How did this happen?”

Qu Muqing’s eyes turned red; this was the person he had protected with all his heart. He trusted Fu Ciyu, which was why he felt at ease handing his sister over to him.

Fu Ciyu bowed his head in silence, a flash of pain crossing his eyes. He also wanted to know how this happened. How did it suddenly come to this?

“Muqing!” Gu Yichen stepped out, shouting sternly.

Only then did Qu Muqing slowly release his grip on Fu Ciyu and turn to look at Gu Yichen: “How is it?”

“I’ll check the test results; you two don’t cause a scene!” He was very busy and didn’t have the time to calm them down.

When he received the results, Gu Yichen let out a sigh of relief; it matched.

Gu Yichen ordered the nurse to draw 300cc of blood from Fu Ciyu.

The blood bag was quickly sent to the operating room, and Fu Ciyu’s face was pale, but his eyes never left the operating room.

The sound of his rapid heartbeat echoed in his ears, along with the distant buzzing of medical equipment.

Inside the operating room, the medical staff worked feverishly to save her.

Qu Wanwan’s complexion remained pale, but as blood was infused into her, her vital signs gradually stabilized.

A nurse wiped the sweat from the director’s forehead.

They all silently rejoiced: Fu Ciyu’s blood type matched Miss Qu’s.

After several intense hours of surgery, the door to the operating room slowly opened.

The medical staff pushed Qu Wanwan out; her face still appeared pale, but there was a faint sign of breathing.

Fu Ciyu suddenly stood up and rushed to Qu Wanwan’s side.

He gently held her hand, feeling her weak warmth.

“Wanwan……” he called softly.

Qu Wanwan did not respond, but her fingers slightly moved. This subtle movement made Fu Ciyu’s eyes redden instantly.

Gu Yichen walked over to Fu Ciyu and patted his shoulder: “She will be fine. You should rest for a bit; I’ll stay here with her.”

Fu Ciyu shook his head, his gaze never leaving Qu Wanwan: “I want to stay here with her.”

Gu Yichen, feeling helpless, instructed the medical staff to take Qu Wanwan into the ward first.

Then the three men sat in the corridor.

“Tell me, how did this happen?” Qu Muqing asked in a low voice.

Gu Yichen also looked at Fu Ciyu with confusion.

Fu Ciyu’s expression darkened: “I don’t know how to explain this to you, but this incident is indeed my fault.”

“Wait until she wakes up; if she wants to tell you, I will explain then.”