Sha Zhu's Rebirth in the Courtyard: Starting with Hitting Someone in the Head

Chapter 114 Blood Type Testing

At the end of November, He Yuzhu rode his three-wheeled motorcycle out of Beijing, heading towards Changping. He absolutely had to come to Qinjiacun. The locust trees would be in bloom next spring, and he needed to have the last piece of evidence in his hands.

He had no idea what blood type the three ungrateful bastards from the Jia family had in his past life.

He only knew that Jia Dongxu was blood type B and Qin Huairu was blood type O, and their files were recorded at the steel rolling mill. A child born to a blood type B and an O blood type can only be blood type B or O, he had specifically asked the doctor about this.

Now, as long as Qin Gang's blood type isn't B or O, it can prove that Bang Geng and the other two aren't Jia Dongxu's children. Ideally, Qin Gang should be type A; even if he's type AB, he'll have a type B child with Qin Huairu. Otherwise, we'll have to collect blood from those three ungrateful wretches and check their blood types at the hospital. These days, checking blood types isn't convenient; we'd have to go to three different hospitals for separate blood tests.

He parked his tricycle in front of the village committee, picked up a bag of cornmeal, and told the village chief he was exchanging it for some firewood. He told the chief to get ready and then went to explore the village. His spatial awareness spread out, and he found Qin Gang by the river, who was digging river mud to prepare for composting.

He Yuzhu's spatial perception became more focused, and he easily collected two drops of blood from Qin Gang's veins. In recent years, his control over spatial abilities has become increasingly refined.

He went back and chatted with the village chief for a bit, and then several farmers brought over a hundred pounds of firewood. He Yuzhu waved his hand and said, "That's enough." He loaded it onto his tricycle, turned it around, and headed back to the city.

Around 2 PM, He Yuzhu rode directly to Jishuitan Hospital. The hospital was far from his home, and nobody knew him. He registered at the internal medicine department and sat on a bench in the corridor to wait. When the nurse called his name, he stood up and went into the examination room.

"Where do you feel unwell?"

"Doctor, I just need to check my blood type, could you please write a referral?"

The doctor wrote out a lab report and ticked off the blood type section. He Yuzhu took the report and said thank you.

The laboratory was at the end of the corridor on the second floor, with a sign hanging on the door, and a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

Two nurses were busy inside the window. One was older, in her early forties, her hair completely covered by a white cap, and she was testing blood types with a glass dropper with a rubber tip. The other was younger, in her early twenties, and was arranging glass slides.

He Yuzhu handed the lab report through the window. The young nurse took the report, glanced at it, and took out a lancet and alcohol swabs from the sterilization tray.

"Comrade, put your hand in."

He Yuzhu reached his left hand through the window. She wiped his fingertip with an alcohol swab, then gently pricked it with a needle, and a bead of blood appeared. She collected the blood sample in a glass tube and handed him a wad of cotton to press on his fingertip.

He Yuzhu pressed his fingertips without leaving, leaning against the window, watching the young nurse drip a drop of his blood sample onto the glass slide.

"Nurse, how do we test this blood type? How long will it take?" He deliberately disturbed the nurse, and with a thought, he replaced the blood with Qin Gang's.

"For blood typing, they mix serum and blood sample together and see if it clots. If it clots, then it matches. Comrade, it usually only takes about ten minutes. There's another test in front of you, so you'll get the results in about twenty minutes."

The young nurse was very polite. She pushed the glass slide in front of the lab technician, who was in his early forties, and said, "Sister Zhang, could you please take a look at this?"

The lab technician took the slide, placed it on the white background, gently shook it, looked down at it, shook it a couple more times, put the slide down, and turned to get the register from the table.

He Yuzhu sat down on a bench and waited. Less than twenty minutes later, the young nurse called him.

"Comrade, the results are in." She handed over the test report.

He Yuzhu took the form and saw the letter "A" clearly displayed in the blood type column. Qin Gang was blood type A; that put his mind at ease.

"Thank you." He folded the test report, put it in his pocket, and turned to go downstairs.

He hopped on the three-wheeled motorcycle, the exhaust sputtering, and the cold November wind rushed into his collar. He turned up his cotton-padded coat collar and twisted the throttle to drive back. All three children were Qin Gang's; the evidence was complete. Once Huaihua was born, he would detonate this bombshell at the perfect moment.

There's no rush now; there are still several months before the locust flowers bloom.

Back in the courtyard, Ma Qiang was still chopping vegetables in the kitchen, the cleaver making a clattering sound. He Xiao sat in the bamboo cart, stuffing a small spoon into his mouth, drool dripping down his apron. Shen Zhixia squatted beside him, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

Lou Xiao'e came out of the main room, holding a newly sewn cotton-padded jacket in her hand. She waved it at him and said, "Brother He, look at the new clothes Zhixia sewed for He Chen for the New Year. Isn't it pretty?"

He Yuzhu took the cotton-padded jacket and looked at it. It was made of medium gray twill fabric, with a front opening, a small stand-up collar, and fabric buttons, with fine stitches.

He turned the cotton-padded jacket inside out and looked at it, saying it looked good. Shen Zhixia looked up at him, a slight smile curving her lips.

He Yuzhu handed the little cotton-padded jacket to Xiao'e. Ma Qiang poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a strainer in his hand, and asked his master what they were having for dinner.

He was in a good mood today, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "I'll cook dinner. You should learn from me."

When Ma Hua came home from get off work, he saw his chef busy at the stove. The braised pork in the small clay pot was bubbling, its color a bright reddish-brown, while in the large pot, crabs were steaming, garlic oysters were being prepared, and boiled fish fillets were being cooked.

Master is happy today; his joy is written all over his face.

As evening fell and night descended, the dining table in the main room was laden with dishes. Ma Hua rubbed his hands together, swallowing hard as he looked at the abundant food.

When Yushui came home from school, before she even put down her schoolbag, she saw a table full of food. "What's going on today?" she exclaimed.

"Brother He is in a good mood today." Shen Zhixia served the last dish, braised yellow croaker with scallion oil.

"Eat." He Yuzhu picked up his chopsticks, first putting a piece of braised pork on He Xiao's plate, then a piece of fish belly on his plate. The little guy ate with a satisfied look on his face.

He picked up the bottle, poured himself a glass, and took a satisfying sip.

"Rain, can you take the college entrance exam next year? You already self-studied the second-year high school material last year. I think you can take the exam early, go to university, and contribute to the country in the future."

Rainwater froze, chopsticks hovering in mid-air: "Contribute to the country? Bro, why do you always want me to go to university early?"

"Don't ask why, I wouldn't hurt you. Just decide quickly, are you going to take the exam or not?"

"Let me think about it."

Shen Zhixia said softly, "Yushui, Brother He is right. You have good grades, so if you go to university early, you can also mentor us."

"Yes, we are proud of you getting into university," Lou Xiao'e chimed in.

Yu Shui glanced at her brother, then at her two sisters-in-law, knowing they were all thinking of her. She put down her chopsticks: "Okay, I'll ask the teacher if it's alright. If there are no problems, I can focus on reviewing after this semester and go straight to the college entrance exam next year. But what did Dad say? Should we let him know?"

He Yuzhu took a sip of Moutai. "No need to notify him. Let him stay in Baoding. You do your exams, he does his. I believe you'll pass. Finally, the He family will have a college graduate."