The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 287 - 180: The Person in the Operating Room is Ning Wan

Chapter 287: Chapter 180: The Person in the Operating Room is Ning Wan

Song Qiao paused, just about to speak when Lu Jingchen had already hung up the phone.

Looking at the disconnected phone, her delicate face involuntarily furrowed, but she just stood on the roadside looking at her phone for a few seconds. She thought for a moment and then put the phone away, turning around to find a shady spot to wait.

An ambulance drove past her and immediately stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Song Qiao put her phone in her bag and subconsciously looked towards the scene of the ambulance doors opening to bring out the patient, the voices of medical staff reaching her ears.

"A car accident occurred near the overpass, the patient has a brain injury, and due to a miscarriage, there’s significant bleeding. Surgery needs to be prepared immediately..."

Just as the stretcher touched the ground, when she saw clearly the person lying on the hospital bed, her bag suddenly dropped to the ground.

Her face instantly lost all color in the blink of an eye, almost subconsciously murmuring, "Wanwan..."

...

Yu Xia walked directly up to Lu Jingchen, just about to speak when the man had already turned and was walking towards the elevator, almost without giving her a single glance, as if she didn’t exist at all.

Yu Xia, "..." Do you think I’m dead?

She quickly stepped forward directly in front of Lu Jingchen, reached out her hand and blocked his way, looking at the man’s slightly furrowed brows yet her face showed no change, smiling faintly, "Where are you going? We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Don’t you plan to invite me to a proper meal?"

Lu Jingchen raised his eyes to look at her, his lips lifted slightly, his air of cold detachment spreading effortlessly, and he spoke word by word, "Yu Xia, you should know, since you want to pursue Xi Mohan, it won’t work with me. I can’t help you."

Yu Xia liked Xi Mohan...

Not many people knew about this, but he was one of the few who did.

Even though he knew, Lu Jingchen couldn’t help Yu Xia especially as Xi Mohan has the fiancée Miss Ning Yan’er from the Ning family, not to forget that woman Ning Wan.

To this day, no one knows what Xi Mohan really thinks of Ning Wan, but outsiders can see his special treatment towards Ning Wan, it’s just that nobody points it out.

Although he is a close friend of Xi Mohan’s, it doesn’t mean he can meddle in Xi Mohan’s affairs.

Especially not matters of the heart.

Perhaps it was Lu Jingchen’s words that struck Yu Xia, causing her complexion to subtly change, even revealing an indefinable paleness.

After a long moment, Yu Xia clenched her teeth and then spoke, "I’m not asking you to set things up for me, I just hope you could help me find an opportunity to interact with him more."

She paused, then regained her previous smile, tugged at the ends of her hair, and spoke, "I know what you are worried about, Ning Yan’er, right? Xi Mohan doesn’t truly love her, she just appeared when Xi Mohan needed someone the most. If it were me, perhaps I could also replace Ning Yan’er’s current position."

"Of course, I also know someone has done much more than me, but, Lu Jingchen, love is supposed to be fair, and I have the right to compete with those two sisters." Her gaze fell to the floor in front of her, and she continued, "You can rest assured, I’m not the type to resort to petty tricks, I despise those. You’ve known me for so many years, you should understand me by now. So regarding Xi Mohan, I won’t do anything inappropriate, you just need to let me interact with him more."

Hearing Yu Xia’s words, Lu Jingchen’s brows furrowed even deeper, but he spoke indifferently, "Sorry, Yu Xia, I can’t help you. You said yourself that you can compete fairly with them, so you need to create your own opportunities."

Yu Xia, "..." Lu Jingchen, why are you being so stingy?

Without saying much, the man took out his phone and directly turned towards the elevator.

When Lu Jingchen came down from the seventh floor, it wasn’t even ten minutes, but in just those few minutes by the time he got downstairs at the hospital, he could no longer see Song Qiao’s figure.

The man furrowed his brows slightly, took out his phone and dialed Song Qiao’s number. The call was immediately connected but before he could speak, a male voice came from the phone. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Hello, good day."

Lu Jingchen’s expression darkened, he pulled away the phone and checked the display number; it was Song Qiao’s, but the voice...

His expression turned even gloomier as his voice carried a chill, "Where is Song Qiao?"

"What Song Qiao?" the person on the phone paused, then realizing belatedly, immediately said, "Are you talking about the owner of this phone? Do you know her? I found her bag at the hospital entrance. I’m in the hospital lobby right now, could you come over and pick it up for her?"

...

Outside a certain operating room on the fourth floor, Song Qiao sat on the chair, looking completely distraught, her gaze occasionally landing on the closed door of the operating room, her anxiety reaching an inexplicable level.

Even now, she could hardly believe that the person covered in blood was Ning Wan. The moment she recognized her, she felt as if her world had suddenly collapsed.

At that moment, the door of the operating room opened from inside, and a nurse hurried out. Seeing only Song Qiao sitting there, she walked over immediately and asked, "Miss, are you a family member of the patient in the operating room?"

Upon hearing the nurse’s voice, Song Qiao instantly snapped back to reality and stood up quickly, asking anxiously, "I’m her friend, how is she doing now?"

"The patient is bleeding heavily and needs a blood transfusion. Our hospital’s blood bank has run out of her blood type. Miss, do you and your friend have the same blood type? The patient has the rare Rh negative blood type."

Song Qiao felt her brain explode, stepping back two steps in shock, shaking her head blankly while biting her lips, she said, "No."

If she remembered correctly, Ning Wan’s blood type was the extremely rare Rh negative blood.

A few seconds later, she grabbed the nurse’s hand and asked, "Are you sure your hospital doesn’t have it?"

The nurse shook her head, explaining that this blood type was very rare and although hospitals generally have some, a patient with the same Rh negative blood type had used up the hospital’s reserve recently, and new stocks had not yet arrived—it was an emergency.

After thinking for a moment, the nurse said, "Miss, please don’t panic, I will make a call to other hospitals to see if they have it."

"Okay... okay..." Song Qiao felt her brain in turmoil, completely unsure of how to process the situation, just nodding blankly.

"Rh negative blood?" At this moment, an unfamiliar male voice reached the ears of Song Qiao and the nurse; both turned their heads to see a man standing not far away. Seeing them turn, he walked over, slightly curving his lips and said, "My blood type is Rh negative, I’ll donate my blood."

Staring blankly at the newcomer, Song Qiao was sure she did not recognize this man, but with her mind full of Ning Wan inside the operating room, she didn’t say much, just expressing her gratitude with a sincere, "Thank you."

The man smiled lightly and said, "Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-level pagoda; no need to thank me."

Thinking Song Qiao knew the man, the nurse immediately took the man to test his blood, moving quickly.

For a moment, only Song Qiao remained in the corridor, sitting on the chair she stared at the floor in front of her, her mind flooded with images of Ning Wan lying on the hospital bed covered in blood, haunting her like a relentless nightmare.

Lu Jingchen exited the elevator just in time to spot Song Qiao sitting alone, a figure of helplessness and solitude, her hands on her face, silently crying.

The man’s heart sank, he quickly walked over and enveloped her in his arms, his deep voice tinged with concern, "Qiaoqiao, what’s wrong? Huh? Why are you here?"

Enveloped by a familiar strong masculine scent, she slightly stunned, lifting her head she saw Lu Jingchen sitting beside her, holding her. Blinking her still moist eyes, she hesitated, even somewhat confused, "Lu Jingchen?"

"It’s me." Lu Jingchen cupped her small face, wiping her tears with his fingertips, maintaining the same tone as before, "What happened?"

"Wanwan... the person in the operating room is Wanwan..." Like finding a sense of belonging, Song Qiao suddenly wrapped her arms around Lu Jingchen’s waist, burying her face into his chest, sobbing inconsolably.

...

Within the president’s office at Xi Group, a secretary walked out of the office, standing at the door she couldn’t help but pat her chest and let out a breath of relief.

Seeing this, another secretary immediately came over and asked gossipingly, "What happened?"

"The president’s aura is just terrifying. It’s extremely hot, but I nearly froze in there after just five minutes. You can’t imagine how terrible his expression was; you can tell he’s in a bad mood. You all need to be cautious." The female secretary almost grimaced, looking down at the document in her hands, feeling as if a thousand frustrations were running wild.

Her own document had only a minor mistake, but she had to redo the entire thing...

When the president is in a bad mood, it’s usually them who suffer the consequences.

Inside the office, Xi Mohan sat expressionless in his executive chair, staring at the documents in front of him, feeling extremely irritable.

—This is the first update, there will be another one before twelve.