The nurse frowned and asked , "Did you take sleeping pills?"
"Yes, I took two before bedti, and now..." I glanced at the electronic clock at the entrance of the ergency room, "about four hours have passed."
The nurse imdiately shook her head, "That won’t work, you can’t pass the blood test."
I spread my hands, looked at their astonished wide eyes, and said unhurriedly, "Sorry, it’s not that I won’t save a life, it’s that I’m powerless."
Jason Miller was furious, "Lily Miller, you’re playing us! Why didn’t you say earlier that you can’t donate blood?"
"You’re wrongly accusing . It was Adrian Gordon who forcibly dragged from ho. I didn’t know anything." I blinked innocently, my gaze sweeping over them one by one.
"Lily Miller, you..." Adrian Gordon glared at , gritting his teeth, but was helpless.
Seeing their awkward expressions, my mood suddenly improved.
Just then, the door of the ergency room was pushed open, and a nurse rushed out, asking anxiously, "We’re short on blood bags, did you find a blood source? Hurry!"
Shirley Turner, upon hearing this, was so flustered her legs went soft, she grabbed Jason Miller and pushed him forward, "Go donate blood! Our daughter is going to die!"
Jason Miller was life-loving and clearly a bit reluctant, but Shirley Turner slapped him, and he couldn’t refuse, so he could only quickly follow the nurse to the blood donation room.
Adrian Gordon rolled up his sleeves, saying determinedly, "I can do it too, take mine!"
Wow, how noble!
I deliberately mocked, "The blood flowing in your body is mine too, taking yours is indirectly taking mine."
Adrian Gordon and Shirley Turner both looked at , their expressions indescribable.
I made a face — isn’t it true?
Once Adrian Gordon also went in to donate blood, I yawned and prepared to turn and leave.
Who knew Shirley Turner wouldn’t let go, "You must stay! You can’t leave until Sophie cos through the rescue!"
I sneered, "If she doesn’t make it, will I have to die with her?"
Shirley Turner didn’t respond, but threatened, "If you leave now, forget about your mom’s shares!"
I felt stifled, left without words.
Thinking I might as well stay, just in case Sophie really dies, I can witness it with my own eyes.
But I had taken sleeping pills and was really too sleepy, yawning repeatedly until tears ca out.
Looking around, I lay down on a bench in the corridor and instantly fell into a deep sleep.
In a daze, I could still hear Shirley Turner cursing, clearly infuriated by my sound sleep and spitting blood in anger.
I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, it’s not like I stayed on purpose to annoy her.
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After an entire night of rescue, Sophie Miller ca back from the brink of death.
By dawn, I got up from the bench, stretched my numb limbs, and prepared to leave the hospital.
Adrian Gordon, after donating blood last night, was said to be severely dizzy and resting in the ward.
He was the one who brought here last night, so it seed unlikely he would take back.
But even if he could take back and was willing to, I wouldn’t care.
As I walked out of the hospital, just about to raise my hand to hail a cab, a Porsche Cayenne parked by the roadside suddenly rolled down its window, revealing a young, sweet face: "Sister, need a ride?"
I was taken aback and smiled, "Yes, why?"
The girl bead like a flower, "Hop in, I’ll take you wherever you need to go!"
I looked at the unfamiliar girl in front of , then at the Porsche, feeling like this girl was playing a prank, "Sis, are you joking? Using a Porsche to run a ride service?"
"Yeah! My family doesn’t give an allowance, so I can only drive a ride service to make a living, hurry up! I haven’t had any business today."
The young girl’s attitude was serious, not like she was joking.
I was too tired, having taken two sleeping pills last night but forced to stay up all night at the hospital, sleeping on a chair until my body felt like it was falling apart; right now I just wanted to hurry back and catch up on sleep.
Thinking maybe the young mistress was trying to experience life, I smiled and opened the passenger door, got in.
"Sorry, I didn’t bring my phone, can’t place an order."
The young girl cheerfully said, "No worries, I haven’t opened the order system either, pay when we get ho."
"..." I was even more surprised, speechless.
I gave the villa address, and the young girl entered the destination on the car’s GPS, gently pulled the steering wheel, and slid out of the parking spot.
Before long, the young girl’s phone rang.
She wore a Bluetooth headset and answered, "Hey, bro... I gotta go first, get a driver to pick you up. Oh, it all happened suddenly, I haven’t had ti to tell you, I’ll explain it later... I’m sure you’ll praise for doing the right thing! Gotta go, I’m driving."
Hearing her conversation, I instinctively looked towards the rearview mirror.
Not sure if I saw it wrong, but standing by the roadside at the hospital entrance was a tall, clear figure, the morning light perfectly falling on him, cold and warm rging harmoniously around him.
He stood there, seemingly purifying all the noise and hustle around him instantly, his aura extraordinary, like a graceful orchid and jade tree.
The man raised his arm to make a call, but the distance was too far to see his features clearly, yet I felt inexplicably familiar, as if I’d seen him sowhere before.
I was puzzled, before I could clear my thoughts, the young girl hung up the phone with a chuckle and explained, "My family doesn’t believe driving rides, humph, I’m showing them!"
I smiled without comnting, thinking this worldly inexperienced little princess must be a greatly loved one.
Speaking of which, I could be considered a wealthy heiress too, but since I beca sensible, I never enjoyed the warmth of family.
Though my mom loved , her unhappy marriage made her particularly resentful, passing negativity down to .
Later, my parents divorced, tearing each other apart hideously.
Then my grandpa passed away, and my mom followed, leaving those who cared for fewer and fewer, making a thorn in the side of my biological dad and stepmother at the Miller Family, leaving life to be tougher.
Thinking of all this, I couldn’t help but feel sadness welling up inside.
Reflecting on everything that happened last night, I felt increasingly depressed, suddenly finding living to be completely pointless.
The quiet car suddenly echoed with the girl’s complint, "Sister, you’re so pretty! Natural face and still this beautiful, I’m so jealous."
My mind was startled, quickly gathering my chaotic thoughts, turning back to smile, "Thank you, you have such a nice tongue."
I had a bad night’s sleep, my face must be pale, eyes puffy, yet she still praised like this, probably seeing my low spirits, intentionally cheering up.
The girl, as if reading minds, said seriously, "I’m not trying to cheer you up, you really are beautiful, and you look kind-hearted at first glance, which is why I dare to give you a ride!"
"..." I was stunned, not knowing how to respond.
My intuition told , this little girl was lying.
But her face was sincere, without a trace of pretense or scheming, pure and cute, hearty and sunny, making inexplicably fond of her despite knowing she was lying.
It’s really strange.
After arriving at my house, I asked her to wait for a mont, got out of the car to get money from ho.
I took out five hundred yuan, handed it to her through the window, "Thank you for driving ho."
The young girl smiled, only took two notes, "That’s enough."
I urged, "Take it all, consider it a al treat from your sister."
"Okay, thank you, pretty sister, didn’t I say you’re kind-hearted?" The young girl gleefully accepted happily.
"Goodbye, drive carefully."
The young girl nodded with a smile, "Yeah, goodbye sister!"
I watched the Porsche drive away, mulling over and over, feeling sothing was amiss.
This young girl seed to know .
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