Top-grade Tyrannical Myth
8 Precious Blood

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"Doctor, please save my mother first. I'll definitely gather the money for the surgery. I beg you!" A young man was begging a doctor in a white coat who was reading the newspaper expressionlessly in the office. Behind him was a critically ill middle-aged woman lying on the ground.

"No, you can't open an operating theater without money. You should go and collect the money first!”The doctor raised his eyebrows. He did not even raise his head. He threw out a sentence and continued to read his newspaper.

Situ Xiaotian carried his mother to the hospital and was immediately sent to the emergency room. After the doctor checked, he told Situ Xiaotian that his heart disease had relapsed and he needed surgery. All the expenses added up to 80,000 yuan, but he only had the 20,000 yuan that Qing Yi had given him as a settling allowance. That was why this scene had happened.

Situ Xiaotian knew that his mother couldn't delay any longer. Every minute was more dangerous. Situ Xiaotian knelt down in front of the doctor and begged,""Doctor, please be kind! Please save my mother first! I won't give you less money. Please, I'll kowtow to you!”

The sound of kowtowing did not soften the doctor's heart of stone. He still said coldly,"It's useless even if you kowtow to death. You might as well hurry up and gather money! If you really don't have money, you can prepare for your funeral!”

Situ Xiaotian's stomach was full of anger. He knew that he had a favor to ask of someone, so he had to endure it. He said coldly,"Good! I'll go collect the money. Please take care of my mother!”

The world was fickle. It was a common problem in this society to see the high and step on the low. Situ Xiaotian wanted to die. Being rejected by one family after another, his heart turned cold. He had visited his father's good friends before his death. They were quite friendly when they met, but when he mentioned borrowing money, he was chased out like a god of plague. Situ Xiaotian walked out of the Zhao family's house. His eyes had lost their usual light, and they were empty and blank. The greatest sorrow was the death of the heart. At this moment, Situ Xiaotian was like a walking corpse, an empty shell without a soul. They came to an empty place and knelt on the ground. From the death of Chen Qian's father to the death of her mother's illness, the series of blows made her feel very tired. Situ Xiaotian had encountered all the accidents that others might encounter in their lifetime. After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old child.

His mental endurance had reached its limit, but when he thought of how his mother was waiting for him to raise money to treat her illness, all his thoughts rushed back to his mind. The thought of committing suicide was thrown out of his mind. He kept reminding himself in his heart that he could not be defeated. For his mother, he could not be defeated. Living for his mother became his only belief. However, there was nothing he could do now. He pounded the hard cement floor in frustration and howled,"Why? Why did the heavens do this to me? Why did you take away the person I love so cruelly?”

"I already don't have the woman I love and my beloved father anymore. Even you want to snatch my mother away. Damn it, what did the Situ Clan do wrong? You want to do this?"

"There are so many bad people in this world that you don't want to take care of, but you want to break up my family. You want me to be the only one left, right?”

"Ah…"

He was already in despair. Thinking about the pain of losing his loved ones again, he couldn't help but have a desire for money and power. I must have endless money and incomparably huge power. Suddenly, he saw the blood on his hand…

In the blood bank, a series of exclamations came from the laboratory."P-type blood, it's really P-type blood. Where's the blood seller?”

"In the blood drawing room!"

"Quickly bring me there."

Situ Xiaotian, who was waiting for the test results, fell asleep. After all, he hadn't had a good rest for a few days and nights. Even his iron-made body couldn't take it!

"Young man, are you selling your blood?”

Situ Xiaotian woke up. He rubbed his sore eyes and nodded.

"You…want…to sell…for…much…money?”The doctor's voice was trembling. Excited? Excited? Desire?

In Situ Xiaotian's memory, selling blood was a way to make money quickly. Since he was not sure about the price of the blood, he said hesitantly,"Six…sixty thousand…sixty thousand dollars!”

"Sixty thousand? You want to sell it for 60,000? Are you sure?" The doctor was ecstatic. The news of the purchase of P-type blood at a sky-high price had long been circulating in the circle. The 60,000 yuan in front of him was too cheap.

"That's right! How much do you want?"

Situ Xiaotian seemed to know that selling it for 60,000 yuan was a fantasy, and he couldn't help but say guiltily. This was his last viable method. He looked at the excited doctor in front of him with hope.

"Alright! 60,000 then…60,000!"

"Really? Are you willing to pay 60,000?"

"Really, but I don't have that much cash!”

"It's alright! My mother is in this hospital and is preparing to undergo surgery. She's only short of 60,000 yuan. Can you tell them to operate on my mother first?”

"Good! I'll call them now!"

Wang Jun was annoyed when he heard that. He should have given less, damn it! Who asked him to be so excited to see a P-type blood? However, when he thought of the huge profits that P-type blood could bring him, a sinister smile appeared on his face. He was the only one left in the office. He had already warned those who knew about it that it was strictly forbidden to publicize this matter. Of course, there were benefits.

Situ Xiaotian looked at his mother who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed. He felt sleepy and couldn't help but fall asleep on the side.

When Chen Fangzhi and his wife came to visit their mother with gifts, Situ Xiaotian was feeding his mother porridge. He also made up a lie about the surgery fee. "Godfather, Godmother, you're here! Sit, sit here."

Due to Chen Qian's death, Situ Xiaotian was worried that the two elders would miss their daughter and affect their health. After Zheng's mother agreed, he recognized the two elders as god-relatives. This way, the two elders were able to extricate themselves from their grief. In addition, so many accidents had happened in the Situ Clan, so the two elders placed all their efforts on the Situ Clan. From his godfather, he found out that he had a godbrother in Canada. The two elders did not know the exact reason, so they ran to Canada without a word. It was only when he asked a friend to tell him that his son was still alive.

"Xiaotian, it's been almost a month. You should go to school!”

"That's right! I'll take care of your mother. Go to school!”

Situ Xiaotian was very anxious because he didn't have time to implement his plan. However, he endured it because of his mother's health. When she heard that her godmother was willing to take her in, she was extremely happy. She did not show it on her face at all. Instead, she pretended to be troubled."Godmother! No need! I just need to take care of her for a few more days!"

"What do you mean? You should take a good rest. You've been busy for half a month. Take a break today and go to school tomorrow. It's decided!”

"Oh! Then I'll have to trouble Godmother!"

"Why are you being so polite?"

Situ Xiaotian's personality slowly changed. However, when he saw his godmother talking about him, a hint of melancholy flashed across his eyes. He caught it. He understood the true meaning of being on the same side. His heart ached, and his hatred for Li Tianba increased. He hurriedly agreed and left the hospital.

She bought a bouquet of flowers and went to Chen Qian's grave. When she saw Chen Qian's photo when she was alive and thought of her every move when she was alive, her heart still ached faintly. Usually, you take care of me meticulously, but now you're separated by yin and yang. Your hatred can't be resolved by the law. I'll use my own method to avenge you. I'll live well and hope that you'll be happy in that world. She packed up her gloomy mood and left the cemetery.

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