In the largest public hospital in the North District of Sh City, Haoran and others stood anxiously outside the emergency room. Originally, Lan Qingjue's condition had improved at the beginning of the blood transfusion, but in the end something happened that no one, not even the doctor, expected.
Already.
As soon as he entered the hospital, Lan Qingjue's face turned purple and he was rushed to the emergency room by the doctor.
"Who are her family members?" Dr. Feng was already busy in the emergency room, and a resident doctor who looked slightly younger came to the front of Haoran and others and asked in a deep voice.
"I am." The bad cowboy stepped forward.
"The patient's condition is very serious and her life may be in danger at any time. This is a critical illness notice. Please inform her relatives immediately." The young doctor showed a look of intolerance, but as a medical worker, he told the truth.
I have to say these things about the obligations of family members.
"Notification of critical illness..." The bad cowboy's eyes blurred, and he stumbled and fell onto the blue plastic chair against the wall.
"The doctor surnamed Feng just told us clearly that Qingqing's life is not in danger." Haoran stepped forward and looked at the little doctor who conveyed the message with a complicated expression, and said: "Now as soon as we arrive at the hospital, you will say that he is critically ill.
,what is going on?"
"She received the wrong blood transfusion and had a strong hemolytic reaction!" The resident doctor's words surprised everyone.
"Wrong blood type! What do you guys eat!" The bad cowboy suddenly jumped up from his seat, grabbed the collar of his white coat, and said with blood-red eyes: "Didn't we tell you earlier?
Is it Type A?"
"This... sir, please calm down." The doctor's neck was hung by his collar and he was a little breathless. He gasped: "The blood type is correct!"
"What's wrong with that?!" the bad cowboy almost yelled.
"You... let go... first... then I can... say." As the bad cowboy's emotions became more aroused, the doctor already felt like he was suffocating.
"Cowboy, let him go, we have to figure out the situation." Situ Muyun's face turned pale after hearing everything, but she knew that she had to figure out what exactly happened at this moment, otherwise Lan Qingjue would really be hopeless.
.
"Tell me!" The bad cowboy slammed his hand and pushed the doctor back several steps with great force.
"Her blood type is type A, yes, but it is rh-negative blood, which is unique in thousands." After taking a few deep breaths, the young doctor said: "You didn't explain it clearly at the time. In order to seize the time to stop the bleeding, we were rescuing
She was given a transfusion of type A blood in the car, but it was Rh-positive blood for ordinary people, and then a hemolytic reaction that was more serious than bleeding occurred."
"Ah!" When the bad cowboy heard this, his eyes suddenly lost their interpupillary distance, and he repeated in a daze: "RH negative...hemolytic..."
His mind suddenly became a little disordered. He told Luo Tiancheng about Qingqing's blood type, and Luo Tiancheng informed the hospital on the phone, but he never knew that his cousin actually had rh-negative blood. At the moment, deep in his heart
There was only one voice: You killed Qingqing!
When Haoran, Situ Muyun and Luo Tiancheng heard this, their faces were all pale. They were not doctors, but they still had some basic medical knowledge. Hemolytic reaction occurred during the blood transfusion, and Qingqing's life was in danger.
"Doctor, what should we do now? We can't look at her..." Situ Muyun suppressed the sparkle in his eyes and said: "No matter how much money we have, we will give it to you, you must save her!"
"We are doing our best, but at this moment, the only option is blood transfusion." The doctor frowned and said, "But rh-negative blood is extremely scarce. Our hospital's blood bank does not have enough stock. We are urgently collecting blood from the central blood station and other
The hospital transferred blood, but..." The doctor glanced at everyone, as if he couldn't bear to talk any more.
"But what?"
"Firstly, the number of Rh-negative A-type blood transferred is too small, and secondly, I am afraid that there is not enough time. Judging from the current situation, we can only maintain her life for three hours." The young resident doctor finally came to the truth.
To report.
"If you can get enough rh-negative type A blood, can you guarantee Qingqing's life safety?" Situ Muyun's face was pale, but she was from a big family after all, so she knew she had to make a decision now.
"If we can collect enough blood within three hours, we are 50% sure that we can save her life, but..." The doctor swallowed it back halfway and said, "If you really have a way,
Hurry up and find a way to raise blood. There is no time to waste now."
The doctor's original intention was to say that it was almost impossible. But as a doctor, how could he wipe out the hopes of others? It should be said that like everyone else, he also hoped that a miracle could happen.
"Enough blood..." Situ Muyun lowered his head and thought for a few seconds. When he raised his head again, his eyes were full of determination and he said to the doctor: "Please do your best to save blood.
We will definitely get it together."
"Okay." The doctor simply nodded, turned around and walked quickly back to the emergency room. As a doctor, he had already finished what he should explain. Next, he can only hope that these people can really create miracles.
.
Situ Muyun raised his eyebrows, looked at Luo Tiancheng and said: "Achen, let's work on this matter separately. You are responsible for mobilizing all the power of Xie Yue to get the needed blood at any cost. I will use it here
Let’s take a look at the relationship between the Situ family and see if it can work.”
"Okay." Luo Tiancheng left the hospital with a simple sentence. In order to save time, he did not have time to explain everything to the bad cowboy and Sun Haoran who looked confused and sad next to him.
"I'll also leave for a while, and you guys... take care of Qingqing." Situ Muyun's figure also disappeared from the sight of the two of them.
The bad cowboy still looked lost, and his mind was still stuck in the self-blame for indirectly killing his cousin.
Haoran suddenly woke up. Xiaoyun and Luo Tiancheng were both people with backgrounds, but their backgrounds did not necessarily allow them to successfully collect all the blood they needed. At this time, it would be great if he could do something
Already.
However, despite his aura of being a world-famous person these days, he is still essentially a student who has just stepped out of college, and there is nothing he can do about it. Perhaps the only thing he can do is to pray to God for a miracle.
His heart ached in waves. Lan Qing was the girl he was closest to during this period of time, besides Situ Muyun. She was so young and innocent, how could God bear to treat him like this? And hers
How can parents and relatives endure all this?
Haoran's eyes fell on the critical illness notice in the hand of the bad cowboy, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in his mind. Then his eyes suddenly condensed and he said sternly: "Cowboy, call Qingqing's parents quickly!"
"..." The bad cowboy was still mired in self-blame, as if he hadn't heard Haoran's words at all.
"Pa" Haoran waved his hand and gave him a loud slap on the face.
"You!" The bad cowboy felt pain on his face, but he was suddenly awakened from the grief and guilt just now.
"Hurry up and call Qingqing's parents." Haoran said sharply: "If Qingqing's disease has been present since childhood, her parents must know where to get this life-saving blood! As long as we can get enough blood, we will
Then we can save Qingqing!"
"That's right," the bad cowboy was awakened by Haoran's words. Although he was in a bad mood just now, he still vaguely knew that this blood was the key to saving his life. He hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a series of numbers.
"It's so late, who are you?" After the phone rang several times, a sleepy female voice rang on the other end of the phone.
"Aunt, it's me!" The cowboy's hand holding the phone was shaking a little, but for the sake of his cousin, he tried hard to suppress his emotions and said, "Something happened to Qingqing, and we are rescuing her."
"Ah..." An exclamation came from the other end of the phone, followed by a man's voice: "Tell me clearly what's going on!"
"Uncle, we must have a large amount of rh-negative type A blood to save Qingqing's life." The bad cowboy didn't care too much and shouted into the mobile phone: "Hemolytic reaction, if there is not enough blood, Qingqing will
Life is in danger!"
"Where are you?!" The man's roar on the phone made Haoran hear the anxiety in his heart.
"Sh City Second People's Hospital." The bad cowboy spoke unexpectedly calmly this time, saying: "Uncle, there is not much blood here. We must raise enough blood within three hours so that my cousin can be saved."
"Damn it!" On the other end of the phone was a handsome middle-aged man in the bedroom of a luxurious villa. He slammed the phone to the ground. How could he calm down when something like this happened to his daughter?
"Yifu, hurry up and think of a solution." Beside him, a middle-aged beauty in pajamas said with tears in her eyes: "Nothing will happen to Qingqing."
"I know, let's go and think of a solution now." Lan Qingjue's father quickly put on his coat, took the car keys and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said: "Wake up the driver, Lao Zhang, immediately and ask him to wait for the first time."
I’ll take you to the Second People’s Hospital in Sh City immediately.”
"Yeah." Qingqing's mother, who had already started menstruating, sobbed softly.
…
On the corridor of the hospital, Bad Cowboy and Haoran were speechless, both sitting stupidly outside the emergency room. They were anxious, but there was nothing they could do. The only thing they could do was to prick up their ears and listen to what was coming from inside the room.
All noises, even the ticking of instruments.
At the end of the corridor, the door to the outside world was open. The autumn night wind blew out from outside, making their bodies feel a little chilly as they sat motionless. But neither Haoran nor the bad cowboy felt this at all.
Because their hearts are many times cooler than the night wind.
"Are you friends of Miss Situ?" More than an hour later, a person suddenly rushed in from outside. He was holding a heavy suitcase in his hand and looked a little nervous.
