‘Enough, no need fussing over this woman anymore. Get the blood to my little Lian now." Coldly, Gu Zechuan turned and left the compartment, and the two nurses quickly followed behind him.
Xia He was left alone in the blood donor’s compartment, with her head feeling dizzy and faint from having 800 c.c. of her blood drawn forcibly from her. Her head ached, the world around her twirled, and her cancer chose this exact moment to begin acting up. She gritted her teeth in a futile attempt to endure the pain, but it was more than she could bear. Finally, consciousness left her.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, but when Xia He woke up, it was white all around her, and the heavy smell of antiseptics invaded her nostrils. She was in a hospital ward. Xia He didn’t want to wake up. If she could, she wanted to be in her dream forever. She dreamt of Gu Zechuan, and he was gentle, and loving. In her dream, they spent a whole life together, and they were happy.
Though Xia He was unwilling, no matter how nice her dream was, she had to wake up eventually. She was alone in the ward, as she stared at the empty ceiling and spaced out. After a while, the door opened, and Yang Qinglian came inside the room.
Seeing that Xia He regained consciousness, Yang Qinglian was startled at first, but a smile then quickly bloomed on her face.