"My subordinates asked the doctor that Miss Xin is not eligible for transplant, but..." Leng Heng said firmly on the phone, but paused again before continuing:
"Master Chang, there is something you may not know. Huang Hongtian also has blood type B, and Miss Xin's mother went to check today. She has type O blood. In other words, it is impossible for Miss Xin's mother and Huang Hongtian to
Give birth to a Miss Xin with type A blood... Therefore, Miss Xin may not be Huang Hongtian's daughter, or the mother may be someone else."
Chang Mian was confused when he heard this, "Please explain clearly, I don't understand what blood types are."
"It is impossible for a man with type B blood and a woman with type O blood to give birth to a child with type A blood." Leng Heng explained on the phone:
"So, either her father is someone else, or her mother is someone else. Miss Xin's life experience is definitely not what is currently known."
Chang Mian squinted his eyes and listened to Leng Heng's analysis. He leaned against the bed and suddenly lost all sleep.
He touched the lighter on the bedside table and lit a cigarette, "What do you mean, Changshang is not the daughter of Miss Xin and Uncle Huang back then?"
"Absolutely, absolutely not, the blood types are contradictory." Leng Heng confirmed again with certainty.
Hearing Leng Heng's words, Chang Mian subconsciously cast his eyes on the face of the sleeping woman next to him. His relaxed brows furrowed again. He did not expect that Chang Shang's life experience was so confusing.
"Check! You must check it out for me!"
There were loopholes in the information that was checked out several times. An ordinary girl actually had a complicated life experience.
Chang Shang, who had the child with whom?
"Shang Shang must have the blood of the Huang family. Most of her appearance is inherited from the Huang family. Could it be that her mother is someone else?" Chang Mian thought of this and asked: "Check it carefully for me.
Don’t let go of even a single clue!”
What exactly is going on?
He still hasn't figured out how Chang Shang saved him back then, but now another mystery has arisen, and her life experience has become confusing again!
He hung up the phone, sat on the bedside and smoked two cigarettes. The smell of cigarettes in the room woke Chang Shang from her sleep.
Chang Shang opened her eyes with a splitting headache. She felt that her whole body was weak and her throat was extremely dry and hoarse.
"Chang Mian... I feel so uncomfortable. Do you think I have a fever?" She stretched out her delicate hand, put it against her head, and tried to touch Chang Mian's forehead, but she couldn't reach it.
Chang Mian immediately probed her forehead. It was not particularly hot, but it seemed to be a little higher than usual. He was not sure if she had a fever, so he got out of bed and looked for a thermometer.