Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 104 Charitable Donation

Qiao Yiran agreed without hesitation, "Yes, just say the word, I'll definitely help if I can."

Yu Zaiyan couldn't help but smile slightly, "But I haven't even said what kind of help it is yet."

Qiao Yiran was completely captivated by his smile.

It wasn't until Yu Zaiyan expressed his request that she, being kind-hearted, donate platelets to Xiaoxin that things changed.

Qiao Yiran's expression stiffened slightly, but she still nodded in agreement. After all, her first impression on Yu Zaiyan was that she was warm-hearted and kind. If she refused, her image would be ruined, and she would seem heartless.

Moreover, platelets can regenerate, so it's not something to be asked of anyone.

"Xiao Xin should say thank you to his sister." Yu Zaiyan patted the boy's head again.

"Thank you for being willing to save Xiao Xin, sister." Just as Brother Yan said, this sister is a very kind person; she came to make a donation for him.

"Xiao Xin, you'll definitely get better. You have to get better soon," Qiao Yiran encouraged.

The little boy's ward wasn't far from here, and he had limited time to go out, so he quickly said goodbye to the two of them.

At this moment, only Qiao Yiran and Yu Zaiyan remain here.

Qiao Yiran's eyes flashed, and she reached out to wring out her wet clothes, water droplets splashing down.

Her clothes were stretched taut, accentuating her curves even more, and even the shoulder straps were showing. Noticing Yu Zaiyan's gaze, Qiao Yiran seemed to belatedly realize something, blushing and hugging herself, lowering her head in embarrassment. However, she didn't see that Yu Zaiyan looked at her as if she were a pile of rotten flesh.

Two seconds later, Qiao Yiran sneezed and shivered as if she had been chilled. She pursed her lips and glanced at Yu Zaiyan with a weak expression.

But Yu Zaiyan showed no intention of taking off his coat. Instead, he said, "Shall I take Miss Qiao to my private rest area to change her clothes?"

Qiao Yiran's eyes lit up, and when she looked up, she nodded shyly, "Mm."

A private place, with no one else around, sounds secretive and ambiguous.

Qiao Yiran changed into a hospital gown, and she was still a little dazed looking at it, with a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"Since we have no other clothes, Miss Qiao will have to make do."

How could she not have clothes? There were so many of Yu Zaiyan's clothes hanging in the closet, but Qiao Yiran couldn't bring herself to say that she wanted to wear Yu Zaiyan's clothes, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "I'm not upset, this is fine."

This also indirectly shows that Yu Zaiyan has no women around him.

“Miss Qiao has just changed her clothes, let’s begin now.” Yu Zaiyan gently gestured for Qiao Yiran to lie down on the recliner.

Qiao Yiran looked at the recliner and the various precision instruments next to it, swallowed hard, but still lay down under Yu Zaiyan's gaze. As soon as she lay down, her limbs were automatically locked, and Qiao Yiran immediately became nervous and flustered.

"Don't worry, the machine is just trying to prevent you from moving around too much and causing a malfunction, so it's holding you in place." Yu Zaiyan smiled, as if to reassure him.

Qiao Yiran immediately calmed down, but her mind was still uncontrollably filled with the words she had said when introducing herself: "The Bronze Sparrow Terrace locks up the two Qiaos in the deep spring." And now she was locked up in Yu Zaiyan's private lounge.

Her cheeks flushed even more, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Yu Zaiyan, such a celestial being, lost control.

Yu Zaiyan didn't try to do it himself, but instead picked up a disassembly guide and flipped through it.

The machine next to her operated intelligently, precisely puncturing Qiao Yiran's elbow vein to draw blood.

The needle was long, thick, and sharp. The cold metal pierced Qiao Yiran, instantly extinguishing any romantic thoughts. She could clearly see the bright red blood winding along the transparent tube as the machine separated the blood and platelets into different bags.

One is red, and the other is light yellow.

Time passed second by second, and the blood bag was filled, but the platelet bag was less than half full.

Qiao Yiran estimated that it should be enough, because that's the amount of blood and platelets a normal person would donate in one go.

However, the machine did not stop operating. The full blood bag was replaced with an empty one. Qiao Yiran opened her mouth as if to say something, but when she realized that Yu Zaiyan was not looking at her, she closed her mouth.

At this point, her complexion was worse than at the beginning. She hadn't rested well to begin with, and her haggard appearance was only because she had been drenched in water from head to toe, which made her skin look moisturized and healthy. However, when she dried off the water and her hair and changed her clothes, she was back to her original state.

As the blood bags and platelet bags grew increasingly swollen, Qiao Yiran's condition deteriorated. Her cheeks lost their rosy hue, turning pale and weak, and her lips turned bluish-white. She felt dizzy, her strength gradually draining away, her heart pounding with a throbbing pain, and she had some difficulty breathing. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she felt extremely tired and sleepy.

Finally, after the second blood bag and a whole bag of platelets were full, Qiao Yiran realized something was wrong. She hurriedly called out, "Dr. Yu... Dr. Yu." Her voice was hoarse and weak when she spoke.

Yu Zaiyan didn't react. Qiao Yiran called him a few more times before he seemed to hear her. "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yiran's mouth was dry and she had a strong urge to drink water, but the important thing now was not to drink water. "Dr. Yu should have enough, right? Two bags of blood and one bag of platelets..." This was far beyond the normal amount of blood and platelets that a person would donate.

"Is that enough?" Yu Zaiyan's beautiful face seemed to be filled with doubt. He tilted his head and smiled easily, his slender, jade-colored fingers gracefully touching the side of his face. "But we are still far from having enough platelets to cure Xiao Xin."

"Wh...what, cured?" Qiao Yiran almost doubted that she had misheard because she was too weak and her ears were ringing.

Leukemia is not so easy to cure; it has an extremely high mortality rate and drastically shortens human lifespan.

Curing a leukemia patient? It's impossible for her alone. Even if you drained all the blood and platelets from her body, it wouldn't be possible.

"Dr. Yu, are you... are you joking with me?"

However, when she met the man's beautiful, mysterious, gentle, and calm eyes, which were as lovely as wisteria vines, she realized that he was not joking at all.

Her face turned even paler, and panic and fear filled her chest. She tried to struggle, but she couldn't break free at all. The metal holding her in place remained motionless. She was like fish on a cutting board or lamb on a grill, completely at their mercy.

"Dr. Yu, please stop joking. Let me go."

"But you clearly promised to save Xiao Xin. You said you were willing, how can you go back on your word?"