Sir, How About A Marriage?

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At this moment, Song Ning was busy with her research and her thesis in the office. Mu Chen had called her earlier to inform her that he had to fly out of M City for a meeting, hence, he would be picking her up a little later than usual.

Song Ning was still quietly working when Ning Chun suddenly barged into her like a gust of wind. He said anxiously, “Young Miss, thank the heavens you’re here!”

Song Ning was so engrossed in writing her thesis that it seemed like she did not register Ning Chun’s identity as she instinctively asked, “What happened?”

“M-master… Master met with a car accident a-and he needs a blood transfusion…” Ning Chun stuttered due to being too anxious.

Song Ning instinctively rose to her feet. “Where’s he? Bring me to him.”

Ning Chun was briefly stunned by Song Ning’s reaction before he hastily said, “C-come with me. He’s in the operating theatre now…”

All of a sudden, Song Ning came to a halt. She looked at Ning Chun and asked, “Tell me, who met with an accident?”

Ning Chun gulped. As it turned out the Eldest Young Miss was acting on instincts and did not fully register his words. He said sincerely, “Eldest Young Miss, it’s Master. They need to perform surgery now, and he needs a blood transfusion. Due to the rarity of his blood type, I came to ask you for help…”

Although Song Ning was still making her way to the emergency operating theatre, her speed had slowed down. She asked casually, “What about his family members? Isn’t there anyone who can donate blood to him?”

Ning Chun shook her head. “Young Master’s blood type is different from Master’s. He must have inherited his mother’s blood type.”

Song Ning stopped talking and quickened her pace.

Ning Chun could not help but feel happy.

It was not that Song Ning did not feel conflicted, but it was impossible for her not to help when it was within her capabilities to do so. She would have done the same for a stranger.

When they arrived outside of the operating theatre, the head nurse was surprised to see Song Ning.

Song Ning said, “My blood type is AB negative. The hospital has my records.”

The head nurse sighed. “Didn’t you just donate blood at the beginning of the month? It’s too soon for you to be donating blood again…”

Song Ning smiled. “Well, if you don’t need my blood, I’ll go back. I still need to write my thesis…”

With this, the head nurse grabbed Song Ning’s hand. “Although it’s slightly too soon, saving a life is important. Song Ning, you’ve always been helping people, you’ll definitely be blessed by the heavens. I’ve already contacted the others. They’re all on the way here. The patient is in critical condition. Sorry to trouble you for this…”

Song Ning only smiled and made her way to the special area for her blood to be drawn. On the way there, she ran into Su Tong and Ning Dong who had just rushed over. She did not even glance at them and only walked past them.

Ning Dong was about to call out ‘sister’ when she had already left.

Su Tong asked Ning Chun, “She… What’s the Eldest Young Miss doing here?” Her tone was clearly filled with displeasure, and her gaze was quite hostile.

Ning Chun hurriedly replied, “The Eldest Young Miss came to donate blood to Master. Master’s blood type is rare, after all. We have other donors coming, but Master’s surgery can’t be delayed any longer. Fortunately, Eldest Young Miss is in the hospital today…”

Su Tong could not help but curse inwardly when she heard these words. Why did her son not inherit his father’s blood type? As such, this good opportunity was given to the wretched girl. With similar blood type, it only hammered home the fact that the wretched girl was the Eldest Young Miss of the Ning family.

On the other hand, Ning Dong calmly asked, “Uncle Chun, are father’s injuries serious? What did the doctor say?”

Ning Chun was slightly impressed by Ning Dong’s reaction. After all, his first reaction was to ask about his father’s wellbeing and not about his sister or her intentions. He replied respectfully, “Master is seriously injured. I’m not sure if he has internal injuries or if he injured his head…”

“So serious?” Su Tong’s eyes widened.

Ning Dong heaved a sigh of relief inwardly. Naturally, it escaped Ning Chun’s notice.

“How did the accident happen? How could the driver be so careless?” Su Tong’s anger surged. She did not know if her anger was due to Song Ning or Ning Zhe’s accident.

Ning Chun lowered his head as he replied, “Master’s car was rear-ended by a truck on the highway. Our driver and the truck driver died on the spot. Master is blessed…”

Su Tong felt as though her heart was going to jump out of her chest. “How could something like this happen? What about you? How are you fine?”

Ning Chun was rendered speechless by Su Tong’s line of questioning. When he regained his senses, he replied dutifully, “I was in another car at that time. Since our car is fine, we sent Master to the hospital immediately. We couldn’t wait for the ambulance…”

Su Tong gritted her teeth. “Investigate that truck driver for me! Even if he dies, I’ll dig up his family’s ancestral grave. How can we let him off even if he has died?”

Ning Chun looked up, slightly startled by Su Tong’s vicious words.

Ning Dong tried to stop Su Tong from speaking a few times, but his attempts were futile. His mother continued on her tirade. It was clear to everyone that he was discomfited by his mother’s words.

As soon as Song Ning walked out, she witnessed this scene.

Ning Chun rushed up to her and asked, “Eldest Young Miss, are you alright?”

Song Ning pressed the cotton ball against her arms and shook her head gently. “I’m fine. Go and treat the wound on your body. The surgery won’t be over any time soon.”