In that case, it would be better to let her die.
Nangong Feihong frowned.
"I've already contacted other hospitals when I came. Don't worry, we should hear back from them soon."
Nangong Zhongli saw this and stepped forward, grabbing Xiaonuan's hand, "Xiaonuan, don't be afraid, my brother will be fine."
After a while, Nangong Feihong's phone rang.
"What? Only RH positive? Okay… I understand." After hanging up the phone, Nangong Feihong looked dejected.
"What should we do? The Young Master's blood type is too rare..."
"Grandfather is here..."
Nangong Zhongli suddenly raised his eyes and said.
Only to see Nangong Jinlie being helped in by the butler.
"Ling'er... how is Ling'er?"
"Still in critical condition! Grandfather, why are you here so late?" Nangong Feihong said worriedly, quickly helping him to sit down.
Nangong Jinlie panted heavily, "With such a big incident, how could I not come?"
