Chapter 69 - Not Afraid of Death

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Not Afraid of Death

The old Yan Huan would have been scared senseless by the SWAT team, but she had lived in the Lu residence for a very long time in her past life, and had grown accustomed to the sight of armed policemen. She knew now that her old fear had been completely irrational; these officers were human beings just like her. In fact, these men deserved respect, not fear, for it was sometimes necessary for them to give up their own lives to save the lives of others.
One life for another. One life for a number of other lives. Was it worth it? No one could say for sure. Barring a miracle like Yan Huan’s, everyone had only one shot at life. Once it was over, it was over— in the end, everyone would eventually be reduced to mud, soil, and a lonely grave.
Yan Huan walked towards the SWAT team. She was not the least bit surprised when the officers immediately moved to block her path.
“Sorry, but this area is off-limits. Please find a different route.”
Yan Huan brushed her disheveled bangs away from her smooth forehead and tucked them neatly behind her ear. Her hair was slick with sweat.
“I know that there’s a man in there in need of blood. I’m Rh negative, type AB.”
She was quickly invited into the room, but first had to undergo a pat down as part of a security check. It was entirely unnecessary—it was obvious to everyone that there was no way she would be able to conceal a weapon under her thin clothes, but protocol was protocol.
The doctor quickly performed a blood test on her. They were in urgent need of her blood.
“Miss, are you sure about this?”
The doctor had to make sure Yan Huan knew what she was in for. “Our patient has had a massive hemorrhage, and he needs a lot of blood. However, his blood type is very rare, and we don’t have it in our blood bank. You’re the only donor we have right now with a compatible type, which means we’ll have to take more blood from you than usual. But I promise we’ll be careful not to take too much.”
“It’s okay, I know what I’m doing.” Yan Huan smiled at the doctor. She rolled up her sleeve and placed her arm on the armrest. The message was clear: take my blood, go on.
She was not afraid of pain—not when she had a debt to repay. She was repaying him for the blood he had given her in her past life.
A thick needle stabbed into her vein. She was suddenly reminded of her past life: she remembered the fear and pain every time the doctors showed up to take her blood without her consent.
She remembered what it felt like to have her warm blood ruthlessly sucked out of her body. Back then, she had not felt any pain, but she had been completely and utterly terrified.
A little bit of that old fear crept into her, but she took a deep breath and steeled herself.
There’s nothing to be afraid of, she told herself. It’s okay. It isn’t painful.
Bags of blood were sent into the operating room. A doctor came into the room and said reluctantly, “We need another 400cc of blood. The patient has lost too much, many of his organs are damaged. There may be long-term health complications for him if we don’t give him enough blood in time.”
“No, she can’t give any more blood. She’s already donated 700cc. Any more blood from her and she’ll pass out.” The doctor in charge of the blood transfusion had been keeping a close eye on the total amount of blood donated. He could not allow Yan Huan to donate any more blood; it was completely out of the question to kill their blood donor just to save their patient.
“But…” The doctor who had just come in did not know what to do. He knew he had to save his patient, but the only blood donor available was a skinny young lady. Like the other doctor, he could not, in good conscience, take any more from her. But he could not let his patient die either…
“It’s okay.” Yan Huan opened her eyes. Her face was deathly pale; even her lips had gone white. “Take my blood. I won’t die from this.”
She lowered her gaze to her arm, before closing her eyes again. Her long, thick lashes fluttered against her cheek.
“Go ahead. Take my blood,” she repeated.
As a general rule, donors were not allowed to give more than 500cc of their blood at any one time. Donating 800cc was already pushing it; anyone who gave 1000cc would probably pass out from the lack of blood. But Yan Huan was confident she would be able to give 1100cc without passing out. She knew she could do it.