Chapter 659: 649 Zheng Ren, you bastard!

649 Zheng Ren, you bastard!

Fourteen hours ago.

Xie Yiren was at the supermarket, buying daily supplies for Zheng Ren to keep in the department. She pushed the cart, very leisurely.

Chang Yue was busy, had no time to accompany her shopping, so she felt a little bored.

Whenever she thought of Zheng Ren, the corner of her mouth would curl into a sweet, shy smile.

The ground trembled slightly, items on the shelves scattered and fell everywhere. Xie Yiren sent Zheng Ren a few WeChat messages, asking if he felt anything over there, then helped the salesperson tidy up.

A few minutes later, the WeChat notification sounded.

【I just came down from the operating room, where are you?】

【I'm at the supermarket buying stuff for you, what's wrong?】

【There's a drill mission, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon. It's fine, don't worry.】

Xie Yiren's eyebrow twitched slightly, she squatted on the ground, staring blankly at her phone.

"Little miss, be careful, don't get knocked over." The salesperson, seeing the somewhat panicked crowd, reminded her.

"Oh." Xie Yiren stood up, feeling a bit confused, as if she had encountered some problem.

Because the vibration lasted only a short ten or so seconds, the crowd gradually calmed down.

Soon, people began to discuss, saying it was an earthquake in western Sichuan.

After a while, the phone WeChat notification sounded. Xie Yiren picked up her phone and saw it was Zheng Ren.

【Drill, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon.】

【Really a drill? I see everyone is in a hurry, could it be related to the earlier earthquake?】

【No, rest assured and wait for me to come back.】

Xie Yiren froze for a moment, she immediately realized something had happened. Zheng Ren……this bastard, dared to lie to herself!

Usually gentle Xie Yiren got angry.

She sent another WeChat, but Zheng Ren's side went silent. Xie Yiren became obstinate, directly dialing Zheng Ren's phone.

The phone was turned off!

Xie Yiren realized, something really had happened.

It wasn't a drill, but……

She felt a bit panicked, silently praying in her heart, hoping it was just a drill, hoping it was just a false alarm.

When starting the car, her hands trembled a little. This wouldn't do, Xie Yiren sat in the car, calmed down for a few minutes, then focused on starting the car, as focused as during surgery, and drove back to 912.

The supermarket is not far from the 912 Hospital, arriving in over ten minutes.

The hospital was still crowded with people, as if everything she had just experienced were a delusion.

Xie Yiren parked the car and hurriedly trotted off to find Chang Yue.

"Yue sister, Yue sister, did they leave?" Xie Yiren asked.

"Just now Su Yun told me there's a mission. Yi Ren, do you know what mission it is?" Chang Yue adjusted her glasses, also looking puzzled.

Zheng Ren, you bastard!

Xie Yiren cursed in her heart.

She began searching the hospital aimlessly, like a headless fly.

The hospital was also in chaos, many doctors rushed from home. At the first moment, all frontline doctors were transferred, making it impossible to avoid chaos.

Xie Yiren didn't know how many times she had called him a bastard, but in the end her worry for Zheng Ren destroyed her anger; she sat on the steps with tears in her eyes, beginning to search for related information.

On the forum, at the first moment someone posted, 'Here we have an earthquake……'

After several hours of accumulation, the internet had already released the earthquake's magnitude—rising from the initial 7.8 on the Richter scale to 8.0.

Every half hour, there were still aftershock broadcasts.

Xie Yiren saw that, just the aftershocks above magnitude 6 had already occurred twice……

Magnitude 6, aftershocks……

Zheng Ren, you bastard! Xie Yiren cursed him fiercely in her heart, but tears couldn't help streaming down.

"Yi Ren, what's wrong?" Chang Yue appeared behind her at some point, seeing Xie Yiren crying, she immediately asked.

"They went to do earthquake relief." Xie Yiren said through tears.

"An earthquake? How big?" Chang Yue was still unconvinced, but after hearing the numbers Xie Yiren said, she also fell silent.

"It's fine." After a long while, Chang Yue managed to squeeze out a faint smile to comfort Xie Yiren, "Disasters last a thousand years, surely there's nothing to worry about."

"If Su Yun is fine, then Zheng Ren……" Xie Yiren cried even harder.

Crying won't solve the problem. Neither of them felt like eating; seeing it was past five, the sky had darkened, they discussed that facing a major disaster, they would probably need many fresh frozen red blood cells. Let's go donate blood; as for the hospital side……

Doctor Shen was also taken away in a vehicle. Chang Yue and a second-line doctor who had come on duty said, if the hospital still needed to send a medical team, they would definitely notify her.

They left their phone number, got into Xie Yiren's car, and the two wandered aimlessly through the traffic flow of the Imperial Capital.

They passed many street blood donation buses, but without exception, all had formed long dragons—endless lines you couldn't see the end of.

Many blood donation bus staff were urging people to leave; one bus carried only 300 blood bags, with so many people the bags were far from enough.

But nobody left.

Xie Yiren looked anxiously at the long line; rather than standing here, it would be better to go somewhere farther to look.

She kept thinking she ought to do something; otherwise her heart felt awful, as if something were blocked, making even breathing uncomfortable.

"Right, Yue sister, I'll take you to a place to try." Xie Yiren suddenly thought of a place, saying excitedly.

Seeing her attention diverted, Chang Yue didn't dare provoke this little miss. If she really started crying while hugging the steering wheel on the road, what could be done?

"Where to?" Chang Yue also felt curious.

"School." Xie Yiren said: "Generally schools have dedicated blood donation buses; let's go check."

Speaking, she pressed the accelerator, and the car sped straight toward Haidian.

During the evening rush hour, even if you wanted to go fast, you couldn't.

Arriving at the gate of Tsinghua University, it was already past six.

The usually quiet campus today seemed to have changed completely; inside it was chaotic, with many people shouting something.

Xie Yiren and Chang Yue were both strange; they immediately parked the car outside the campus, posed as students, and walked into Tsinghua campus.

On the school playground, countless heads gathered and moved.

Someone took the lead shouting slogans, one call and a hundred responses, full of rhythm, like a mountain roar and sea tsunami, completely igniting the hot blood in their hearts.

"Classmate, what's going on?" Chang Yue grabbed a passing male classmate and asked.

"An earthquake, we need a lot of plasma. The blood donation bus only brought five hundred blood bags—how could they be so irresponsible?" The male classmate wore a hurdles vest, his body soaked in sweat, a basketball tucked under his arm, exuding youthful vigor.

"Then what is this for?" Chang Yue asked.

"Totally irresponsible, demanding the blood bank send another truck—we'll need at least three thousand blood bags."

"Three thousand? You're joking." Another male student scoffed, pointing at the crowd and saying: "Count how many people are here. MD, those who got the news early aren't even straightforward—they came and donated 400, 600 bags, each person taking two or three blood bags—could they be like that?"

"……" Chang Yue stared, stunned.

"The student union president is negotiating with them; if they don't agree, he certainly wouldn't do something like blocking the blood donation bus. But he will definitely go straight to the central blood bank—from now on, not a single blood donation bus will be allowed to leave; if you need blood, there's plenty." As he spoke, the male student patted his own chest, thump thump.

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It is said that, of the blood Beijing sent to Sichuan back then, one-sixth came from Tsinghua Garden. Rumors have it that this was never verified.