"Second Brother, are you okay?" Huangfu Ye noticed something was wrong and was anxiously looking at him.
Obliged to suppress the impending tears that threatened to spill over, Bai Jingqing shook his head, "I'm okay... How could I be okay? This is all my fault! Had it not been for me, Qingxin wouldn't have had a miscarriage."
"Second Brother, how can you blame yourself for this? This was an accident. We are all heartbroken, but it really isn't your fault."
"Why shouldn't I blame myself? I'm a doctor. Before a blood transfusion, I should have determined the health condition of the donor. This is basic knowledge, but I hastily agreed to let Qingxin give blood to my elder brother." Bai Jingqing shook his head, feeling utterly dejected.
"Under those circumstances, if the transfusion hadn't taken place, our elder brother would have died. Could you really have stood by and watched him perish?" Huangfu Ye asked quietly.
"I...Couldn't."
