"How can they not be treated the same?" Pei Yicheng sneered, "I can’t marry the person I like, but you can? Pei Guozhong, do you still remember what my mother looked like when you were holding Wan Hongxing? Do you even remember how my mother died?"
Pei Yicheng took a step forward with his tall frame, his dark eyes intensely watching him as he pressed forcefully, "You were always too busy to be at home, and when my mom went to bring you food, a big truck..."
Pei Guozhong shouted loudly, his face twisting and turning, Pei Yicheng’s gaze seemed to solidify into knives stabbing straight into his heart.
The death of Du Ya was his deepest guilt and also the matter he least wanted... to mention.
"What, can’t bear to listen any more?" Pei Yicheng’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he suddenly stepped back, creating distance between them. He looked at Guozhong’s face and said again, "Thank you for saving Nianhua yesterday, but, that can’t be the reason you stop me from being with her."
As his words ended, Pei Yicheng turned around, no longer looking at him.
"Pei Yicheng, I...you..." Pei Guozhong pointed at Pei Yicheng, his voice rising. Many people whispered and pointed, seeing Pei Yicheng’s resolute profile, he left with a flick of his sleeve.
Xu Nian’an excused himself from his teachers and called Ji Ying, confirming that he would send the money in the afternoon; he hastily returned to the hospital.
"Brother Cheng, how is it, Nianhua is okay, right?"
Xu Nian’an handed over the hot pork buns and soy milk he bought, saying, "Hot meat buns, I didn’t know what you liked."
"It’s fine." Pei Yicheng had just had a fight with Pei Guozhong, mentioning his biological mother Du Ya, and the rage in his heart hadn’t completely settled yet. The buns and soy milk brought by Xu Nian’an distracted him. They sat in the corridor and he said, "Su Yan said something to me when he left yesterday."
"That was the person who d blood to Nianhua yesterday, right? What did he say? Does he need my help with anything?" Xu Nian’an bit into the bun earnestly, willing to go through fire and water.
Pei Yicheng reassured him, "Don’t worry, the help he needs isn’t for now."
"It’s...?" Xu Nian’an looked puzzled.
"He and his mom both have Panda Blood. He’s leaving the country today for a year. He’s worried something might happen to his mom, so he hopes that if his mom needs help, Nianhua can lend a hand," Pei Yicheng elaborated carefully.
Xu Nian’an nodded repeatedly, "Of course, that’s possible, but in the future, we should buy more blood-nourishing foods for Nianhua to eat, and, ideally, find someone with the same blood type. Just in case there’s an emergency, we won’t be like trying to find a needle in a haystack."
The incident yesterday genuinely scared Xu Nian’an. He thought, after returning, he must get his parents and older brother all tested; if any of them had Panda Blood, they definitely needed to be mindful of this issue.
"Right." Pei Yicheng shared this thought. This type of blood, though rare and precious, is not non-existent; it’s just that people hadn’t discovered it yet.
If they could gather everyone with Panda Blood, then in an emergency, they wouldn’t be caught off guard.
Years later, they made great strides in this area, investing countless human, material, and financial resources, and even established the largest blood type database, which helped many people in need of blood transfusions.