Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 87 - 087 Bring back a couple of Yan Wang’s hairs.

Chapter 87: 087 Bring back a couple of Yan Wang’s hairs.

Du Mansheng stood up, "It’s me."

The nurse said, "Did you just say you’re also type B blood? Please come with me."

Everyone was shocked, "Is it because there’s not enough blood?"

Normally, an adult donates about 400cc of blood at a time; in emergency situations, they might take 600-800cc, but more than 1000cc could easily lead to shock and other dangers!

Yan Yueqing had been inside for over twenty minutes, and now the nurse was coming out to draw more blood? Did this mean the blood from one donor wasn’t enough, and Xiaoyu’s condition was extremely critical?!

The nurse didn’t answer, swiped her card to open the door, and urged, "Come in first."

Du Mansheng didn’t hesitate and immediately followed her in.

Seeing this situation, Song Hui’s brows furrowed even deeper.

Not until the operating room door was closed again did he lean against the wall, sliding down to sit as if all his strength had been drained, inducing calls of sympathy from the viewers.

The nurse didn’t take Du Mansheng to a consultation room but rather to the nearest drip room to draw blood.

Du Mansheng, seeing the nurse with a regular-sized blood collection tube, was surprised, "Are you only drawing this little?"

The nurse explained while inserting the needle, "Song Xiaoyu’s blood type is slightly special; we need to do a match first, and we might not even need it."

So that was it. Du Mansheng calmed down upon hearing this and cooperated with the nurse for the blood draw.

Meanwhile, Song Xiaoyu had been taken to the isolation area to rest, with the anesthesiologist by her side to monitor her real-time condition, ensuring she would wake up within the scheduled hours.

Many doctors, after completing their surgeries, heard that Xiao Yi had come and rushed to the discussion room without stopping. They didn’t see Xiao Yi; instead, they found the Dean and two children cheerfully chatting about something.

Hmm?!

Children?!

When were children allowed in the patient area?!

Only Dean Liu was smiling extremely happily!

The moment Xiao Yi appeared, Jun Yan’s identity naturally became evident. Who else could bring Xiao Yi to come all the way from Beijing to be on call? It must be the Little Crown Prince from the Jun Residence!

Looking at the child’s demeanor, and the graceful way he conducted himself during their conversation... especially when Jun Yan decided to invest in one of their projects, Dean Liu was so excited he almost hung the child on the wall for worship!

In a quiet corner, Xiao Yi, holding his phone, lowered his voice with a smile, "I’ve seen the young master; he is in good condition."

"Jun Jiuguang said that Young Master Yan was eager to call you over; I thought something happened to him..." Housekeeper Mu, after hearing the full story, breathed a sigh of relief over the phone, "How is that girl Xiaoyu doing?"

"It’s fine, the blood clot has been cleaned out well, and there won’t be any complications," Xiao Yi was very confident in his own skills.

Housekeeper Mu said, "So, you are now with Young Master Yan, and... Yan Family mother and son?"

"Yes."

Housekeeper Mu’s spirit picked up, his loving eyes suddenly brightened a couple of points, "Find somewhere quiet, don’t let everyone hear our conversation."

Xiao Yi didn’t know what Housekeeper Mu intended to do, but obediently complied, walking to the adjacent empty room, "What’s up, why so secretive?"

Housekeeper Mu cleared his throat, "Do a paternity test for Miss Yan and Young Master Yan."

"What?!" Xiao Yi almost thought he heard wrong, "Uncle Mu, what are you playing at?!"

Housekeeper Mu said earnestly, "I have my reasons for doing this; just tell me if you agree, okay?"

"Hsss—" Xiao Yi took a deep breath, "Doing a paternity test in front of them... Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"

"Are you a pig? Where did all that cleverness go when you normally need it?" Housekeeper Mu was frustrated, "We definitely can’t let them know, can we? Didn’t Yan Yueqing just give Xiaoyu a blood transfusion? Isn’t there enough left in the blood bag for you to do the identification? And as for Young Master Yan, think of a way, will you?"

After contemplating for a moment, Xiao Yi thought it was feasible and thus agreed, "Alright."

Housekeeper Mu then cautioned, "Additionally, about that child from the Yan Family... bring back some strands of hair."

"Ha?" Xiao Yi really laughed this time, "Uncle Mu, you’ve been watching too many TV dramas, haven’t you? You can’t possibly think that the Yan mother and son have something to do with our family head, can you?!"

"Keep this matter confidential; we’ll discuss it after we get the report," Housekeeper Mu said mysteriously.

"Alright, alright!" Xiao Yi cheerfully complied.

After hanging up the phone, Housekeeper Mu watched the live broadcast on TV and sighed leisurely.

As Young Master Yan said, with the Jun Residence being so formidable, if they wanted to investigate the matter, wouldn’t they find out eventually? Now, an opportunity too good to pass up was right in front of them, anyone not using it would be a pig!!

In the discussion room, Yan Yueqing was thinking along the same lines.

This wasn’t some romance drama; there was no need to verify the truth over tens of episodes slowly.

With the system glitch and having confirmed that Song Xiaoyu was not Song Hui’s biological child, and now with Du Mansheng as a high probability subject, why not get to the bottom of it?

Was she supposed to save it for the New Year?!

Xiao Yi ended the call, and with a clear and invigorated mind, pushed open the door and walked in.

The nurse had just finished drawing blood, "Big Boss Xiao, everything’s ready."

"You go ahead and send the samples over," Xiao Yi instructed and then approached where Yan Yueqing and the other three were, "You have type B blood, right? And what about the little guy?"

Yan Yueqing puzzled, "Both my son and I are type B."

Xiao Yi blurted out, "That works out perfectly, I’ve been conducting research on type B blood recently. Could you leave a blood sample for my study?"

Before Yan Yueqing could speak, Dean Liu excitedly stood up, "Doctor Xiao, I’m also type B, take mine!"

The other two directors were immediately filled with regret: Why am I type A???

Xiao Yi, fearful that Yan Yueqing would spot something amiss, nodded convincingly, "Definitely, the more the better."

Dean Liu, upon hearing this, puffed up his chest like a grade school student getting praised by the teacher, "In that case, I’ll have all the type B staff in the hospital donate a little blood?"

"That won’t be necessary, it’s too much trouble," Xiao Yi quickly waved his hands, "I brought very little research equipment with me, I wouldn’t be able to store so much."

Afterward, seeing Yan Yueqing’s reluctant expression, he upped the ante, "Your son looks quite frail; I could tailor medication for him based on the research findings."

Jun Yan looked up, "Sister Yueqing, his medical skills are indeed quite good."

Of course, Yan Yueqing was aware of this; how could Xiao Yi’s medical skills be merely ’quite good’ when he could complete a brain surgery in one hour?

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask her son’s opinion, "What do you think, baby?"

Yan Wang looked at Xiao Yi with a complex expression, mature beyond his years, like a miniaturized version of the family head.

Xiao Yi steadied himself, barely not intimidated by him!

A moment later, the little guy replied in a deep voice, "It’s fine."

Xiao Yi laughed awkwardly, "Miss Yan, your son sure has quite the presence..." He then boldly plucked a few hairs from Jun Yan’s head, "Just like our little guy here."

The movement was so swift that Jun Yan didn’t even have time to feel the pain before Xiao Yi had already pocketed the strands, "Let’s go, I’ll draw your blood first, then go do the paternity test for Song Xiaoyu."