Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Can’t Hide Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Can’t Hide Dressed in the same white coat and black pants, Meng Chuyue looked down and twitched the corner of her mouth slightly before handing over thirty jins of fruit to Shen Ci, “Our store has been a bit busy lately, I can’t come back at noon, so from now on, would it be okay to deliver fruit to you every other day, either at six in the morning or eight-thirty in the evening?”

The fruit was more than expected, and Shen Ci was very satisfied.

However, regarding the timing for receiving the fruit…

Eight-thirty in the evening was definitely not possible.

He would have difficulty being at home at that time.

Six in the morning was manageable, but Qin Wei Lan would be there at that time, and it wouldn’t be good for her to know about this.

He was hesitant to decide.

Meng Chuyue sensed his dilemma, her eyes whirling as she said, “How about you come to pick it up at the front of my shop from now on?

Remember, at the front, don’t go in.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to give you this shortcut anymore.”

Shen Ci was amused by her words, “Alright.

So, should I call you in advance before I come?

Hmm, every other day is too frequent, how about once every two days?”

Meng Chuyue, “…”

That phrase somehow sounded like they were talking about driving, which was quite embarrassing.

She touched her slightly hot face and looked down to take out paper and pen from her purse to write down the Fruit Store’s phone number and address, stuffed it into the fruit bag in Shen Ci’s hand, and then took out her keys to slip into the house.

Shen Ci, who was about to go back into the house to pay her, “…”

Forget it, I’ll pay it all together next time.

…

In the afternoon, Lin Youdong and others were taken aback after seeing Meng Chuyue’s blood test report.

How could it be Rh negative blood?

And AB type?

Their first reaction was that the hospital had made a mistake.

Zhao Sulan, “Could there have been a mix-up, like accidentally swapping it with someone else’s or something?”

Lin Youdong, “Yeah, I seem to remember hearing that she is type O.”

He actually hadn’t heard that, he just remembered that Meng Wanhua was type O.

Meng Wanhua was type O blood, so there was a very high likelihood that Meng Chuyue–whether she was his daughter or not–would be type O, so he assumed as much initially.

Lin Fangwei found it most unbelievable, she remembered Meng Jingfen saying that Meng Chuyue had previously given a blood transfusion to Meng Wanhua.

Meng Wanhua was type O blood, just like herself.

If Meng Chuyue was Rh negative, how could that be possible?

Had Meng Jingfen lied to her?

No, that shouldn’t be the case, because there was no reason to.

She also felt that it was more likely that the hospital had made a mistake.

Lin Youdong’s cousin Wang Pengcheng shook his head, “The likelihood of the hospital making a mistake is very small.

I specifically instructed them, they wouldn’t be careless.

Moreover, at the time, Meng Chuyue was the only one getting a blood test, the possibility of a mix up is very small.

Well, just to be on the safe side, I checked this morning’s blood test reports of the other three people, coincidentally, none of them were type O.”

Zhao Sulan shook her head vigorously, “I still don’t believe it, Youdong, go get that girl here, and we’ll test her again.”

Wang Pengcheng shook his head again, “There’s no need for that trouble.

Today we drew nearly two hundred CCs of her blood, only a small part of it was used for testing, the rest is for matching lymphocytes for Fangwei.

If you have doubts, we can take some of it and test again.”

“Okay.

It’s best to test it now.”

As the re-testing began, Lin Fangwei made an excuse to step out for some fresh air and drove to find Meng Wanhua.

Her knocking was rapid and furious, Meng Wanhua’s intuition told her it was Fangwei.

She couldn’t avoid it, Meng Wanhua opened the door with composure.

Upon entering, Lin Fangwei “slammed” the door shut, her expression twisted as she stared at Meng Wanhua for a long time before saying, “Meng Chuyue has given you a blood transfusion before, right?”

Meng Wanhua couldn’t figure out why she would ask this, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, “Yes.”

“Is that why you’re protecting her?

You stand in the way and don’t let her save me, is it because you’re worried you won’t have anyone to give you blood in the future?”

Meng Wanhua, “…I’m type O blood, buying blood is not difficult.”