After the divorce, the crazy CEO knocked on his ex-wife's door every night.

Sitting in the car, Lu Shuli scanned her surroundings with the help of the rearview mirror, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Then, he began to tap the steering wheel lightly with his right index finger, as if considering his next move.

Finally, a smile appeared on his lips, he whistled, gripped the steering wheel, started the car, and drove away from the scene.

……

Shen Xuan followed closely behind Li Siyuan's vehicle until they arrived at the hospital entrance.

Li Shulian was pacing anxiously back and forth at the door. When she saw the two of them appear together, she immediately stopped and stared at them with a worried expression, clearly feeling extremely heavy-hearted.

A moment later, a doctor in a white coat hurriedly came out, holding a medical record. He solemnly informed everyone, "This child has congenital thalassemia and is in critical condition. He needs an immediate blood transfusion. Unfortunately, our hospital currently has a severe shortage of type B blood. Do any of you meet the criteria to donate blood?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shulian panicked. She looked at the doctor in front of her in astonishment and stammered, "How...how is this possible? How could a child like this get such a rare disease?"

"This condition is very likely hereditary. Has anyone in your family had this disease before?"

The doctor's gaze darted back and forth between Li Shulian and Li Siyuan, his tone filled with professionalism and concern for the patients' conditions.

"No one in my family has ever had this..."

Li Shulian frowned, trying hard to recall who in her family might have this disease.

Aside from the familiar Lin and Li families, Han Xin's father had left when she was very young, leaving almost no trace of him in her memory.

Aside from her biological father, I really can't think of anyone else who could have caused her this kind of genetic problem.

The doctor continued, "The most important thing now is to give the child a blood transfusion in time. See if any of you have type B blood."

His speech unconsciously quickened, as if he could sense the urgency of time.

Several people quickly stepped forward and stated their blood type, but none of them were the required blood type.

Some people are type O, some are type AB, and others are type A.

Faced with this situation, everyone's faces showed anxiety and helplessness.

Li Siyuan told the doctor that he had type A blood, but he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Relevant information flashed through his mind: He remembered that Han Xin seemed to be blood type A, so how could there be a child with blood type B?

This question made him even more confused.

The doctor seemed even more anxious: "Is there really no one among you who can help?"

At this moment, even the air seemed to tense up, as if everyone was enveloped in this anticipation.

Everyone looked at each other, shook their heads, and indicated that there was nothing they could do.

Some people even started whispering about whether they should immediately contact more relatives and friends to see if they met the requirements.

At this moment, Li Shulian, who was standing to the side, noticed Shen Xuan, who had been silent all along, and asked directly, "What is your blood type?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Upon hearing this question, Shen Xuan paused in surprise, as if her thoughts had been interrupted by the sudden inquiry.

Her body, which had been slightly stiff from tension, relaxed a little, and a barely perceptible emotional fluctuation flashed in her eyes.

"I have type B blood."

She answered, glancing around at the people anxiously awaiting her reply.

Then, a look of seriousness gradually appeared on his face.

She was actually still hesitant about whether to lend a helping hand, and this direct question made her feel like someone had exposed a secret of hers.

Unfortunately, she was unlucky today. She happened to run into this incident while accompanying Li Siyuan to visit the child, and now it seems she can no longer stay out of it.

Seeing her reaction, Li Siyuan and Li Shulian both turned their gazes to her.

When they noticed Shen Xuan's pale face, the two felt extremely conflicted—both hopeful and worried.

The hope is that she can help Weiwei through this difficult time, but the worry is whether this will put a greater burden on her body.

"Please save Weiwei quickly!"

Li Shulian hurriedly grabbed her arm, her voice full of pleading and urgency, fearing that if she hesitated even a moment longer, she would miss the best time for treatment.

"No, it's too much of a strain on her body!"

Li Siyuan quickly stopped him, his voice revealing a resolute and unquestionable determination.

He didn't want to see anyone sacrifice their health because of this.

"Sigh, it'll be fine, let her come!"

Li Shulian retorted, her face filled with persistence and unwillingness to give up.

Although I rationally understand that this approach may not be appropriate, I cannot remain completely calm emotionally.

Although she didn't agree with this approach, she breathed a sigh of relief with Li Siyuan's understanding and support.

I just felt a little sad to see that Xiaowei was sick at such a young age and that her mother wasn't by her side.

Their initially firm stance softened, because when faced with a little life in need of help, all hesitation became irrelevant.

"Let me do it!"

Her gaze swept over everyone present, from the doctors to the nurses, and finally settled on Shen Xuan, where she softly uttered those words.

"Then hurry up and come with me."

A nurse stepped forward, gently but firmly took Shen Xuan's hand, and led her to the other side.

Li Siyuan was about to stop her and prevent her from stepping into the unknown risks.

At this moment, Li Shulian grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "It's alright. When you're young, you're very healthy. There's nothing you can't get through. Saving lives is the most important thing. Besides, a child won't take much blood."

His words were full of comfort, as if he was trying to reassure everyone and put them at ease.

"You make it sound so easy. Her body is so weak. Letting the doctor draw her blood to save Weiwei would be killing her, wouldn't it?"

Li Siyuan broke free, his words filled with obvious dissatisfaction and even anger.

In his view, no matter what the circumstances, one should not sacrifice someone's health.

But when he caught up, Shen Xuan had already gone into the ward with the nurse. The heavy door slowly closed, leaving him in the world outside.

He paced anxiously back and forth in the corridor, his hands in his pockets, each step heavy with tension. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, revealing his anxiety and uncertainty about the outcome.

Not long after, a faint but urgent ringing came from Shen Xuan's cell phone, which was lying in his coat.

Li Siyuan glanced in that direction, picked up the wrinkled coat, and carefully searched through the pockets until he found the constantly vibrating phone.

He glanced at the name flashing on the screen—Cheng Lu—and only narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't intend to answer the call and seemed completely uninterested in it.