The Pitiful Guy I Saved Is a Possessive Big Shot - Chapter 12

Those were clearly needle marks left after drawing blood.

Shi Qingning heard a loud ringing in his ears that drowned out everything else. For a few seconds, the world lost its color, turning into a blur of grey and white. Only the bruising on Bai Yexi’s inner elbow remained vivid—a deep crimson that spread like a vast sea of blood, swallowing his entire vision.

“Where is the doctor?”

Shi Qingning’s voice was calm, but he couldn’t actually hear himself speak.

“Wasn’t Dr. Zhao coming to check on me today? Ask him to take a look first.”

Whether it was the nanny or Sun Ming, someone called Dr. Zhao. Fortunately, the doctor was already on his way and arrived at the Shi house shortly after.

“The doctor is here! He’s here!”

The nanny’s raised voice gradually reached Shi Qingning’s ears. He regained some of his hearing and tried to stand up to make space for the doctor. As he tried to take a step back, he felt a firm grip on his waist and a sharp pain in his shins.

Because he had rushed over so quickly earlier, Shi Qingning hadn’t been standing properly. The front of his shins had been pressed against the crossbar of the chair, yet he hadn’t noticed, remaining in that stiff, twisted position for a long time. It was Bai Yexi who had used his free hand to circle Shi Qingning’s waist, silently protecting him from falling.

Shi Qingning’s brow furrowed. His hand was still gripping the other boy’s wrist. Both their hands were a bloodless, pale white; it was impossible to tell whose skin was colder.

“What happened? Let me see.”

The doctor’s voice finally brought Shi Qingning back to reality. He stepped aside and watched as the doctor examined Bai Yexi’s arm.

“Oh, this looks quite severe,” Dr. Zhao said, surprised after a careful look. “This is a bruise caused by a blood draw.” He asked, “Did you not press down on the needle site properly after the draw?”

Bai Yexi moved his gaze away from Shi Qingning. “I didn’t press it.”

“Oh, you must press it,” Dr. Zhao said. “Capillaries continue to bleed after the needle is removed. If it’s bad, blood leaks into the tissue under the skin. It seems your blood clotting isn’t very good; remember to press longer next time.”

Though he gave detailed advice, Dr. Zhao didn’t seem overly worried. He asked, “Has it been twenty-four hours since the blood draw?”

Bai Yexi nodded.

“Then you can use a warm compress,” Dr. Zhao said. “In the future, if you have bruising after a blood draw, use a cold compress for the first twenty-four hours. After that, use a warm compress. You can also apply thinly sliced potato slices to help the swelling go down.”

The doctor gave instructions to the nanny, who hurried to get a warm towel.

But she was suddenly stopped.

It was Bai Yexi who spoke: “Please bring a hot water bottle instead.” He added, “The Second Young Master’s hands are very cold.”

“Right, right,” the nanny nodded quickly.

Dr. Zhao also turned around. “Second Young Master? What’s wrong? Your face is so pale,” Dr. Zhao said. “Come over here and sit down carefully. Did you catch a cold?”

“No.” Shi Qingning stared blankly at the doctor and Bai Yexi, as if he hadn’t processed everything yet. “His injury…”

“It’s not a big deal. It will go away once the bruise is absorbed,” Dr. Zhao said. “No strenuous exercise for a few days, stay out of the wind, don’t lift heavy objects, and rest. When you have time, go to the hospital to check your blood clotting function.”

After those brief instructions, he turned to Shi Qingning. “Alright, Second Young Master, come here. Let me check on you.”

The ringing in Shi Qingning’s ears finally faded. As long as it’s not a major injury… it’s okay.

Shi Qingning’s check-up was part of his post-surgery routine, so he was familiar with it. While answering Dr. Zhao’s questions, his mind drifted back to Bai Yexi’s hands. The boy’s hands were normal now, no longer shaking. It seemed he had just been exhausted earlier and had now recovered. These were not the symptoms of nerve spasms mentioned in the story.

Shi Qingning’s brain began to work again. He realized something. He had been misled by the novel.

The plot he remembered was that the An family found Bai Yexi when their son was critically ill and demanded a donation. But at that time, Bai Yexi had already left the An family. How did they know his blood type?

…The answer could only be that they already knew.

The An son had been sickly since childhood. Bai Yexi had even been his personal caretaker, treated like a servant. Since the An son’s blood type was so rare, would the An family really wait until he was sixteen or seventeen to discover they lacked blood?

A chill ran down Shi Qingning’s spine. With someone as rare as Bai Yexi living in their house, would the An family really wait for an emergency to make a move on him?

Shi Qingning had a congenital heart condition and had undergone countless surgeries. Although his memories were messy, he knew more about medical matters than many adults. He remembered there is a type of blood collection called pre-donation.

Pre-donation is when people with rare blood types store their own blood in advance, just in case. In legal channels, this is usually autologous blood donation, where the patient provides their own blood. But in many cases, the person needing the blood doesn’t meet the requirements for donation like patients who are chronically ill or weak.

The chill reached his bones. Shi Qingning looked at Bai Yexi, who had put his mask back on. The warm towel covered his injury. The glasses and mask hid his pale face, and the silver chain made him look cold and noble. Anyone would see a handsome, elegant young genius.

That’s why it was so hard to understand why someone could be so cruel. They didn’t look at him as a person. They saw him as a human blood bag.

“Second Young Master… Second Young Master?”

Dr. Zhao’s voice pulled Shi Qingning back. “What is it?” he asked.

Dr. Zhao frowned. “Are you tired?”

Shi Qingning replied, “I’m okay.”

Dr. Zhao looked at him for a moment longer before packing his instruments. “Your indicators are within the normal range, but there’s some fluctuation. You must rest and avoid overexerting yourself.” Still worried, he added, “I remember your routine check-up is the day after tomorrow. Let’s move it to tomorrow morning instead.”

“Okay,” Shi Qingning agreed. “I’ll talk to Mom when she gets back.”

After a few more instructions, Dr. Zhao left. The nanny’s shift was over, but she was still worried. “Is this hand warmer okay? I can find a bigger one if not.”

Shi Qingning looked at his hands; he didn’t even remember when he had been given the hand warmer. It was working well—his palms felt hot, almost burning. But the tips and backs of his fingers remained icy cold.

“It’s fine, thank you,” Shi Qingning said softly. He saw the nanny out and walked back to sit in front of Bai Yexi. The rest of the Shi family wasn’t home yet; they were alone in the living room.

Shi Qingning reached out and gently pressed the hand warmer against Bai Yexi’s bloodless, cold fingertips. He lowered his head and asked quietly, “How did this happen?”

“Drawing blood,” Bai Yexi replied, looking down at the boy’s soft hair. He could feel the warmth coming from the other’s fingers. “For a physical exam.”

Does a physical exam need that much blood? Shi Qingning thought. Enough to make someone’s lips turn white? Even though Bai Yexi’s sleeve was only rolled to the elbow, Shi Qingning had seen more than one needle mark on that thin arm.

Shi Qingning closed his eyes. Bai Yexi wasn’t telling the truth. He remembered the music store and their first meeting when Bai Yexi was being beaten by a dozen people, yet only told him: “My hands are fine.”

The hands you like aren’t hurt.

Shi Qingning felt that Bai Yexi didn’t care about being hurt. He seemed indifferent to his own body. When the nanny applied the warm towel, she had winced in sympathy, but Bai Yexi’s expression hadn’t changed at all. His face was still as cold as ice.

Shi Qingning had long noticed that Bai Yexi lacked a sense of “life.” He couldn’t think of anything that would make the boy react. To Bai Yexi, life seemed to hold no hope. Shi Qingning even began to suspect that Bai Yexi didn’t even care about the piano. If he truly loved music, he wouldn’t have insisted on the lesson today, knowing his arm was in that condition.

Shi Qingning could tell that Bai Yexi had run out of strength by the end of the lesson. The reason his hand shook while holding the silver spoon was because he had used up all his energy.

Bai Yexi didn’t know how to “care for” or even “protect” himself. Shi Qingning didn’t know how someone could become so indifferent to their own well-being. He didn’t know what kind of trauma could push a person to this state.

Bai Yexi was a living human being, not a blood bag. He was just a sixteen-year-old kid.

Shi Qingning’s eyes reddened, and he blinked hard. Perhaps because his physical age was younger now, his eyes were more sensitive. Suppressing his sadness, he asked calmly, “Where did you go for the physical exam?”

No matter how hard it would be, he could not let this continue.

The next day.

Haicheng Dexin Hospital.

Today was the three-month anniversary of Dexin Hospital’s trial operation and a big day for them as they hosted the local area’s largest medical device company. The hospital leaders waited at the entrance with big smiles.

“Welcome, welcome!” The director shook the hand of the visiting manager excitedly. “We’ve heard great things about the Shimei Company. When our headquarters chose Haicheng, they said we must work with Shimei!”

The director led the group through the hospital, smiling broadly. “Shimei is famous nationwide, and so is Dexin. Although we are a private hospital, we already have twelve branches across the country. This partnership will be a joining of giants!”

The manager of Shimei Company nodded politely but said little. When they reached the honors room, the director pointed to a large plaque. “Look, this is a commemorative piece for our partnership with the Bo’ai Philanthropic Foundation!”

The Shimei manager finally showed some interest. “Bo’ai? The foundation from Macau?”

“Exactly,” the director said proudly. “Bo’ai has a project specifically for organ transplant patients to help with high medical costs. They are currently negotiating with us. You can trust our technology completely!”

While the director gave his speech, someone slipped in through the back door and pulled the sleeve of a deputy director in the group. The deputy director followed the man to an empty room.

“Deputy Director Qian, the kid who had the exam yesterday is here.”

“Oh?” A sharp light flickered in the deputy director’s eyes. “The one named Bai, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” the deputy director waved his hand. “Tell them to prepare. When he arrives, take his blood.”

“Okay. The same as yesterday?”

“No, today we need more. Use the blood bags,” the deputy director thought for a moment. “Take a lot. Don’t be stingy. If it’s not enough, take 300cc. It won’t kill him.”

“Yes, sir!”

As the man turned to leave, the deputy director called him back. “Actually, tell them to get ready. I’ll draw it myself.”

Because of the visitors, most people were upstairs, leaving the first-floor lobby quiet. The blood draw station was nearby. When the deputy director arrived, the boy named Bai was already standing against the wall. The deputy director looked at him with hidden disgust. He hated people with “messy” long hair; he looked like a young thug.

The boy had long hair that reached his waist, with a few strands falling over his shoulders. Several female nurses stopped what they were doing to look at him, whispering and blushing. The deputy director saw that one of the nurses was the same one who had rejected his flowers twice. He grunted loudly. “Ahem!”

The nurses stopped smiling and got back to work. The deputy director saw the boy look over. The boy looked a bit gloomy, and his gaze made the deputy director feel uncomfortable. But the boy only looked for a second before turning away. The deputy director felt the boy was just a “pretty face” who was scared of his gaze.

He took the blood test form, glanced at the rare blood type, and thought to himself: This guy’s only use is his body. Taking his blood is the only contribution he can make to society.

“Xiao Zhang,” the deputy director called out. “Is the form ready? Prepare for the draw.”

One nurse put the form on the table while another prepared the alcohol swab. One nurse tried to help roll up his sleeve, but the boy coldly moved away and did it himself. When his pale arm was exposed, the nurses gasped.

“Oh my god…”

The deputy director frowned. “What’s the noise about?” He picked up the needle, but when he looked up, he froze too. “What is this?”

The boy’s arm was covered in dark bruises of various shades. It was a shocking sight. The deputy director’s hand stopped. In the next second, he heard a shout.

“Stop!”

Several police officers in uniform entered the hospital, staring at the deputy director.

“We received a report that someone here is suspected of forcing a minor to give blood,” the lead officer said. “Please cooperate with our investigation.”

The deputy director blurted out, “That’s impossible!”

The officers looked at the long, thick needle in his hand.

“No, this isn’t what it looks like!” the deputy director said, putting the needle down. “This is just a normal blood test!”

One officer said, “You need a blood bag for a test?”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” the deputy director said, regaining his composure. “We are being responsible for the patient. We need a large sample for accurate results. Is that a crime?”

The officer wanted to argue, but the leader stopped him. This gave the deputy director more confidence.

“Catching criminals is your job; seeing patients is ours. Don’t mix them up. If you police tried to treat patients, could you do it?”

While they were arguing, noise came from nearby. The director and the Shimei visitors were coming downstairs. The director froze when he saw the police.

The deputy director quickly said, “They say the hospital is forcing a minor to give blood! That’s a lie!”

The director looked at the officers. “Officer, is this report verified? You didn’t just rush over here without checking, did you? Look, we have guests. This kind of intrusion ruins our reputation!” He smiled at the Shimei manager, telling him there was nothing to worry about.

He was furious inside. These local police are so stupid! They had paid off the higher-ups before opening. These people should have given the hospital a warning instead of barging in. But he kept a smile on his face.

“Dexin is a famous national chain based in the capital, Yan City. We are major taxpayers. You officers shouldn’t act recklessly.” It was a clear warning.

The officers looked at each other and said nothing. The deputy director felt even more arrogant. “This is a fake report. Someone wants to frame us, and you didn’t even verify it!” He waved the blood draw forms. “We have forms for every draw. These have the Dexin anti-counterfeiting watermark. They can’t be faked.”

He pointed at the watermark and looked at the silent boy. “You say we took blood from a minor? Where is the evidence? Where are the forms? You don’t have any, right?”

As the deputy director spoke with confidence, a cold voice spoke up.

“I have them.”

The boy’s voice wasn’t loud, but it caught everyone’s attention. He pulled a stack of forms from his pocket. They made the same sound as the one the deputy director had been waving. He placed them on the table and pulled out a small UV light pen. Under the purple light, the same watermark appeared on his forms.

The room went silent. The looks on people’s faces turned strange.

The deputy director looked at the boy in disbelief. “Impossible! You forged these!” He tried to grab the forms, but the police stopped him.

“Forge them? You just said they can’t be forged!” the officer shouted. The leader took the forms to examine them. Two officers protected the boy. As his sleeve was rolled up again, a female officer gasped. “Oh no…”

The boy’s arm was fully exposed, showing the deep bruises. What was most terrifying was that there was more than one area of bruising.

“How… how is it this bad?”

“Because this is continuous, massive blood draws with less than a month’s gap between them!” the lead officer said angrily. “A legal blood draw requires at least three months between sessions. You drew blood from a minor four times in three months! How could you be so cruel?”

“Four times in three months?!”

The crowd was in an uproar. The Shimei visitors were horrified. The director tried to explain, but a photographer in the group spoke up.

“Officer, I have a recording.”

The photographer showed his camera screen. “I went to the bathroom during the tour and left the camera in an office. It caught a conversation.”

The video only showed the chest of the person being recorded, but it was clearly the deputy director.

“No, today we need more. Use the blood bags. Take a lot. If it’s not enough, take 300cc. It won’t kill him.”

The deputy director’s face turned pale like a corpse. “I didn’t mean it like that, really…”

No one believed him. The lead officer waved his hand. “Illegal blood collection, caught in the act. Take them away and call for backup to investigate.”

“No! It wasn’t me!!” the deputy director screamed as he was dragged away. He caught a glimpse of the boy standing nearby and stopped struggling. A wave of despair hit him. He realized that the boy’s cold gaze wasn’t one of fear. It was one of absolute contempt.

The boy looked like a weak sixteen-year-old victim, protected by two officers. But in that one glance, the deputy director saw the boy’s cold, heartless oversight—the look of someone who had controlled the entire situation.

The hospital leaders were taken away, and Bai Yexi was asked to give a statement. But his physical condition was so poor that the police let him go first to get a check-up at a public hospital.

Outside Dexin Hospital, people were waiting for him. Most of the Shimei team had also left. The “photographer” was very excited. “Sun, that was awesome! You should have seen their faces when I showed the recording! Hahaha!”

The young man was excited; he usually did physical labor and had never acted in such a thrilling scene. Luckily, he had some experience with cameras from his time in the military.

“Their faces turned green!”

Sun Ming slapped him on the back. “Keep it down. The young master is nervous.”

Shi Qingning, who was holding Bai Yexi’s sleeve, looked up and gave the young man a small, pale smile. “Thank you for your hard work.”

“No problem, it was nothing,” the young man said, blushing.

The Shimei manager added, “Young Master, it’s a good thing you found out about Dexin’s issues. If we had partnered with them, there would have been so much trouble.”

Shi Qingning smiled and thanked them. The manager wanted to ask how a boy who stays home all day knew about this, but he saw the boy’s focus was elsewhere.

“The car is here. Take him to the hospital. We’ll handle the rest,” the manager said.

As they left, the “photographer” was still talking to Sun Ming. “I can’t believe they were so bold, lying about the forms being fake when they were right there.”

Bai Yexi heard the voices but showed no emotion. He just looked down at the boy who was gripping his sleeve tightly but carefully, afraid of hurting him.

“Let’s go,” Bai Yexi said. “To the hospital.”

They went to the best public hospital in Haicheng—the same place where Shi Qingning had his surgery. After a full check-up, the results came back.

“Mild anemia. Rest well and eat iron-rich foods,” the doctor said. “There is no nerve damage. Don’t worry.”

Shi Qingning finally relaxed. He borrowed bandages from a nurse and carefully wrapped Bai Yexi’s arm. Bai Yexi had to give more blood samples for the check-up, but because his hemoglobin was so low, they couldn’t get anything from his finger and had to draw from his arm again.

Shi Qingning felt like his own heart was being punctured by the needles. He pressed down on the needle site for over ten minutes until the doctor told him it was enough. The site had stopped bleeding, though it was red and swollen.

He tried to get Bai Yexi to roll up his sleeve more so he could see all the bruises, but the boy only let him see the forearm. “They’ll fade in a few days,” he said.

Shi Qingning carefully bandaged the marks he could see. He hoped the investigation into Dexin Hospital would lead them to the An family. He wondered why he hadn’t realized sooner that the An family would be this cruel. They had probably adopted him just to use him as a blood supply.

Suddenly, Shi Qingning saw red.

A drop of blood landed on the back of his hand like a bright flower. Then another, and another.

“Young Master!” Sun Ming’s voice was full of shock. “You have a nosebleed!”

Shi Qingning wanted to say he was fine, but his consciousness slipped away into darkness.

“Young Master!!”

The sudden fainting panicked the bodyguards. Sun Ming reached out to catch him, but the person closer had already moved. Bai Yexi caught the falling boy steadily.

“You…” Sun Ming looked at him in shock. Wasn’t his arm just bandaged? How can he still hold him?

While the bodyguards rushed to call for a doctor, Bai Yexi pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“The Second Young Master has a severe nosebleed and has fainted. We are on the second floor. We’ll be there in five minutes. Yes.”

His movements were so fast that no one had time to react. He leaned down to lift Shi Qingning in his arms.

“I’ll do it!” Sun Ming said. He couldn’t let someone who had just lost so much blood carry the boy. “I’ll take him. The hospital is crowded.”

Bai Yexi looked at Sun Ming and finally stepped back. “Hold him steadily,” he said.

Sun Ming didn’t have time to wonder why a teenager was giving orders to a bodyguard. “What floor?”

“Thirteenth floor.”

They hurried to the elevator. It was quiet inside, save for the hum of the machine. Sun Ming looked at the boy who was staring intensely at Shi Qingning’s face. He seemed too calm, too experienced.

“That was Dr. Zhao on the phone,” Bai Yexi said without looking up.

The elevator reached the thirteenth floor. Doctors were already waiting with a gurney. They quickly checked Shi Qingning and nodded. “Prepare for surgery.”

Seeing the pale faces of the bodyguards, a doctor added, “It’s a routine procedure, no danger. Notify Madam Shi.”

“Alert the blood bank! Get the dedicated supply! Prepare for surgery!”

The bodyguards were in a panic. Sun Ming’s hands were shaking as he called Madam Shi.

Only Bai Yexi sat quietly on a bench near the operating room, waiting.

Bai Yexi looked down at his arm. His sleeve had been pulled up, showing the bandages. He clenched his fist, watching his veins bulge. There was blood in there, flowing through him. He could pull his arm away and give more right now.

The cold hospital lights cast deep shadows on his face.

But the bandages were put there by Shi Qingning.

He couldn’t bear to take them off.