The Pitiful Guy I Saved Is a Possessive Big Shot - Chapter 37

When Shi Qingning walked downstairs with his tutor, he happened to see his brother coming out of the study on the first floor.

Shi Yi’s expression was very poor. He looked visibly troubled and anxious, which startled Shi Qingning.

Is Brother in a very bad mood?

Is it because he was too busy with work today, or did the alcohol affect his health?

Shi Qingning had specifically asked the housekeeper to make a sobriety soup earlier, but he didn’t know if his brother had drunk it.

Shi Qingning wanted to talk to him, but Shi Yi’s phone rang. Shi Yi nodded to the tutor as a greeting and went to answer the call first, so Shi Qingning had to see the tutor off.

Shi Yi went back to his room. The call was from his assistant about business. This assistant was his trusted special assistant, not a spy like the one he had fired last time.

Shi Yi was usually brief, but this time he didn’t hang up immediately. After a pause, he said:

“Help me look into something.”

After giving the instructions, he hung up and opened his computer. As he searched for results, the veins on the back of his hand were still tight.

The blood bank.

The first thing Shi Yi checked on his computer was the Shi family’s private blood bank.

Since the day Shi Qingning was diagnosed with congenital heart disease at birth, the Shi family had been fighting against fate. Shi Qingning had undergone so many surgeries that Shi Yi had lost count, and almost all of them had the same requirement:

Blood transfusions.

He didn’t know if it was a cruel joke from God or simply fate trying to drag such a beautiful child toward death. Shi Qingning’s blood type was different from everyone else in the family. He had a rare blood type that had mutated from the family genetics.

Shi Yi still remembered that day; it felt like the world was ending. While the doctor was comforting the parents, saying that a successful surgery might allow the boy to live like a normal child, the blood report came back and even the doctor went silent.

How could this be?

He was born to two parents with type O blood, the most common type which makes up 40% of the population. Shi Yi was also type O. Yet, only Shi Qingning ended up with “Rh-negative” blood, a rare type shared by less than 1% of the people.

Forget the endless surgeries in the future—at that time, if little Shi Qingning even had common newborn jaundice, he could have lost his life if a transfusion wasn’t ready in time. In the blood bank, the stock for this type was constantly marked as “Urgent Shortage.”

It was never even “Low Stock.” It was always bold, bright red, and alarming: “Urgent Shortage.”

At that time, Shi Yi was only seven years old. He had excellent grades and a wealthy family. Everyone envied his expensive stationery and top marks, but no one knew that after learning a story about making wishes, he solemnly wrote down one sentence:

“I hope to find someone with the same blood type who is willing to give blood to my brother.”

The teacher had said that wishes must be realistic, or they won’t come true. So, he didn’t even dare to write “I hope my brother gets well.”

That was seven-year-old Shi Yi’s most sincere wish.

It was hard to measure just how much effort the Shi family had spent to treat their young master. Just for blood alone, they spent countless resources: contacting blood banks everywhere, finding volunteers with the same blood type, and reaching out to international associations.

The Shi family also tried to set up a private charity blood bank. However, charity organizations were harder to run than they imagined. They required fame, partners, and huge amounts of money and energy. At the time, the Shi family was already a top wealthy merchant family in Haicheng, but they were in the physical goods business, which didn’t have the massive cash flow of the finance industry. Even for them, it was hard to provide that much cash at once.

It was then that Shi Yi quietly began reading professional books on finance.

Shi Yi remembered exactly when things started to get better. Just as the Shi family’s charity blood bank was hitting a wall, an overseas friend they had contacted finally replied. The person suggested: “There is a mature medical charity in Australia right now. Try contacting them; they might be able to help.”

Through that connection, the Shi family reached out to the Australian blood bank and finally found a stable supply of blood for Shi Qingning.

That blood bank and its charity organization were very professional. At the time, the charity’s annual budget was almost as large as the Shi family’s main business. It was backed by the elite wealthy families of Australia. Only a giant like that could have the power to supply rare blood types long-term.

Shi Yi also learned that the Australian blood bank served the whole world. Among Caucasians, this rare blood type accounts for over 10%, so the blood bank could search globally and always deliver blood for Shi Qingning’s surgeries on time.

Two years ago, when Shi Qingning was fourteen, the doctor noticed after a surgery that his recovery was faster than usual. After several more surgeries, the doctor judged—based on clinical experience—that it was likely because of the blood used.

The blood also came from Australia, so why was it different?

The doctors couldn’t find a scientific reason, so they could only explain it as: “Perhaps it’s because this blood was provided by an Asian donor.”

The donor’s physical condition was very similar to the young master’s, which led to this effect. Later, this Asian donor would give blood every once in a while. Every time his blood was used, it gave the young master great vitality. It was unclear if it was the blood’s doing, but even dangerous surgeries became stable.

Out of billions of people, some look alike, and some have blood that blends perfectly. The odds of them meeting were incredibly small. Shi Qingning’s condition was clearly improving, and the Shi family felt lucky that heaven was showing mercy.

In the recent major surgery to cure his heart, it was also this person’s blood that helped Shi Qingning pass the most terrifying hurdle.

Shi Yi had dealt with this Australian blood bank many times. But it wasn’t until today, when he looked up the legal records, that he saw the name of the main sponsor.

The name was Bai.

The Bai family of Australia.

The owner wasn’t listed as Bai Yexi because he was still a minor. Similarly, if it weren’t for the fact that Bai Yexi was still a minor, Shi Yi would have suspected that the Asian donor was him.

However, Shi Yi thought: A minor definitely couldn’t handle that much blood loss.

But just knowing about the blood bank was shocking enough. Bai Yexi was only sixteen. Even if his talk of “repaying a favor” was true, when did he start planning this? Was the gap between a top elite family and a normal person really that huge?

Before Shi Yi could figure it out, his secretary called.

“I found it, President Shi.”

“The Mentha team is affiliated with HMS in the US. Their earliest financial sponsor, and the first name on the thank-you list posted on the college website last year, is the Bai family of Australia.”

The Mentha team was the medical team that worked with Haicheng experts to perform the final heart surgery on Shi Qingning.

Shi Yi hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose. The Shi family had always thought that Shi Qingning’s case was unique and that they had paid enough money to attract a top team. Now he realized: Does a world-class medical team really care about money?

Thinking of Bai Yexi’s very young face, Shi Yi was stunned for a moment.

Knock, knock.

The door was tapped gently. Who could it be at this hour?

Shi Yi went to open the door and saw Shi Qingning holding a porcelain bowl.

“Brother, are you feeling unwell?” Shi Qingning looked up at him carefully. “Do you want to drink something to settle your stomach?”

Shi Yi looked down. The boy’s face merged with the image of him lying pale on a hospital bed, forcing Shi Yi back to his senses. No matter how deep or terrifying Bai Yexi’s plans were, his goal was the same as the Shi family’s:

To see Shi Qingning recover.

Shi Yi took the bowl and took a sip. The sweet liquid soothed his stomach. Looking at his brother waiting for him, he finally relaxed his tense shoulders.

Shi Yi reached out and ruffled Shi Qingning’s soft hair. He gave a rare compliment: “It’s delicious.”

Shi Qingning’s eyes curved into smiles; he was clearly happy.

“The housekeeper made it! But I suggested adding a bit of mint. I thought it would taste fresher, but I was worried if you’d like it.”

Shi Yi: “…”

He glanced at the bowl with a blank expression. Because of his feelings toward the “source” of that flavor, Shi Yi didn’t say he “liked” it in the end.

After Shi Yi finished the soup, Shi Qingning felt relieved. He took the empty bowl and said, “Then Brother should rest early?”

Shi Yi shook his head. “I have something to do; I have to go out.”

Shi Qingning was surprised. “You’re going out again?”

“Work.”

Shi Yi ruffled his brother’s hair again. Seeing the soft hair get messy gave him a real sense of comfort. His brother was doing well. “Mom and Dad will be back soon. Go to sleep early.”

Shi Yi went to the living room to get his coat. There, he saw Bai Yexi standing to one side. Their eyes met, and the living room went silent for a moment.

Shi Qingning, who noticed nothing, broke the silence as he followed to see his brother off. “Then, Brother, be careful on the road!”

Shi Yi nodded, only to hear a deep voice nearby.

“Safe travels, Big Brother.”

Shi Yi: “…”

He gave Bai Yexi one last look before putting on his coat and leaving.

Bai Yexi was polite and respectful. Long ago, when Shi Yi had rushed to the hospital room to see Shi Qingning after he fainted, Bai Yexi had called him “Brother” the moment he walked in. Toward the Shi family, Bai Yexi never showed his power.

But Shi Yi knew very well: seeing a fierce, terrifying alpha wolf bow his head to you is never a simple thing. It meant he had a very clear goal that he was determined to achieve.

No matter what.

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