The next day.
Around dawn.
When Dong Xuebin opened his eyes in the hospital ward, his arm hurt a little. Turning his head groggily, he saw an Infusion Tube inserted into his hand.
"Director Dong!"
"That's wonderful!"
"Director Dong is awake!"
"Go get the doctor! Hurry!"
The two young nurses in the room immediately cried out. One of them promptly ran outside.
Dong Xuebin blinked and said weakly, "Where am I? Is this Second Hospital?"
"Yes. You've been unconscious for more than ten hours, since last night."
Dong Xuebin looked to the side again and saw a middle-aged man sitting in a chair beside him. A needle was inserted into the man's arm, and the other end was connected directly to Dong Xuebin's wrist. "This..."
The young nurse explained, "You lost too much blood. He's already the fifth person to donate blood to you."
Hearing that, Dong Xuebin hurriedly tried to sit up. "Brother, how can I accept this?"
"Don't get up, don't get up." The young nurse quickly held him down. "Wait for the doctor first."
The middle-aged man smiled modestly. "Little Director Dong, don't be so polite. During the earthquake, you risked your life for us common folk in Nanshan District. You saved my wife's life. We're not ungrateful people. Our blood types just happen to match exactly, so what's there to say? Take as much as you need, as long as you're all right. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain myself to my wife when I get home, haha!"
Dong Xuebin quickly said, "Thank you. Thank you."
The young nurse smiled. "Director Dong, you're really popular. Last night, as soon as we released the news, more than a dozen people rushed to the hospital, all fighting to donate blood for you. That was when I learned