Lan Xinxixi, as the representative, quickly recounted the events: "The man who gave An Nan the blood transfusion is Lin Mubai’s friend. Moreover, even before the nurse announced An Nan’s blood type, he had already mentioned that he was RH negative type B."

The former, upon hearing this, seemed to understand somewhat: "How did he know An Nan’s blood type?"

Lan Xinxixi shrugged: "I’d like to know the answer to that question too, but to this day, no one has been able to explain it to me."

"Oh."

After a moment of silence, she asked a question that made everyone feel like spitting blood: "Is that man really handsome?"

Lan Xinxixi instantly felt the urge to smack Xi Yu, and thought about hitting her: "Don’t act like Xi Yu, wasting your brain."

"Get lost."

In the end, a group of women shuffled back to the ward but none of them stepped inside; they all looked at each other and then unanimously walked towards the room next to An Nan’s.

Knock knock knock!!!

"Come in."

The people outside started shoving again, and finally Shen Mengqi couldn’t bear it anymore. She pushed away the few blocking figures and boldly opened the door and walked in. Seeing this, the other three women quickly followed without further hesitation.

Leading the charge, Shen Mengqi began with an introduction: "Hello, I’m Shen Mengqi, An Nan’s childhood sister. Thank you for the blood transfusion, otherwise she and the child would have been in danger."

After finishing her words, she introduced the three women behind her.

Then, she continued to look at the man in front, confirming he was really handsome, though his complexion was somewhat pale.

The four women stood quietly in the room, waiting silently for the man on the hospital bed to speak, though the gossip seeds in their eyes revealed their true thoughts.

Ling Yichen was not a dumb man, he certainly noticed, and gently curved the corners of his mouth. Then he spoke softly, resolving these women’s curiosity: "My name is Ling Yichen, Lin Mubai’s senior at Harvard University, An Nan’s junior at Stanford University."

Upon hearing this, the four women’s mouths twitched slightly.

"He should be older than An Nan then."

Lan Xinxixi’s question quickly received confirmation: "Yes, indeed, but what does age signify? Such a genius, I could only admire back then."

In such a university environment, geniuses are common creatures, yet among these there exists a genius of geniuses, and An Nan happens to be one of them.

Back when he tried hard to follow in her footsteps, going to school with great effort, it was all in vain; she became something he could never catch up to.

And these four women in front of him, after hearing of his admiration for An Nan, appeared incredulous.

Ling Yichen looked at them indifferently, continuing to speak: "Don’t be skeptical. I didn’t want to believe it either, but that’s the reality. Perhaps you have family or friends at Stanford, you can ask about Anna."

His explanation had reached his limit, and he continued speaking blandly: "I’m a bit tired, please leave for now. After all, even with a good body, drawing so much blood exhausts me."