Haoran took a closer look and saw that this man was in his early twenties, had short ear-length hair, wore a black jacket on his upper body, and a pair of tight jeans on his lower body. He looked very capable.
This person's appearance is not outstanding. He is the type that is difficult to find in a crowd. Only a black mole under his right eye is easier to recognize. However, when he opens his mouth, there is a hint of agility.
From the pair of dark eyes on his face, coupled with his slightly darkened skin, his whole person exuded a certain intelligence.
The bad cowboy was stunned when he first saw this person. Before he could recover, Haoran had already taken the first step and said, "Both of us are friends of Miss Situ. Who are you?"
"I, a nobody, can be regarded as Mr. Luo's." The young man in black smiled slightly.
"Mr. Luo you are talking about, could it be Luo Tiancheng?" Haoran's heart moved and he asked.
"That's right." The young man in black nodded, lifted the black suitcase in his hand slightly, and said, "Mr. Luo asked me to deliver the things here quickly. He said he could just give them to Miss Situ's friend.
Already."
"It must be plasma?" Haoran was delighted and reached out to pick it up.
"Wait a minute, before handing over, you'd better make a phone call with Mr. Luo first to confirm your identity so that we can have an explanation." The young man in black swayed and gently avoided Haoran's hand.
He took two steps back.
Such agility, Haoran's eyes are focused, this man is obviously much more agile than ordinary people. He just said that he is following Luo Tiancheng. It seems that the background of heartbreak is not obvious.
It was so simple. Thinking of Xieyue, whom he had heard twice before from the conversations between Xiaoyun and Luo Tiancheng, a feeling arose in his heart that there must be a huge connection between them?
No matter what Haoran was thinking, the young man in black quickly took out a mobile phone from his pocket and made a call.
"Hello~" A heartbreaking voice came quickly from the phone.
"Mr. Luo, this is Xiao Wu. I have brought the things to the hospital. Do you need the person who took care of it to call me?" The young man replied respectfully. After receiving a positive reply, he handed the phone to Haoran.
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"Brother Luo, it's me." Haoran took the phone and leaned close to his ear. He didn't call Luo Tianchen Achen like he did in the game. It could be seen that the young man in black respected him quite a lot. At this time, he called Luo Tian "Achen".
Ah Chen (Cheng) is obviously inappropriate.
Brother Luo Tian? Hearing this title, the facial expression of the young man named Xiao Wu was obviously stagnant, and then his eyes kept wandering around Haoran. He was obviously brotherly to the humble and thin boy in front of him and to the elegant Mr. Luo in his mind.
Feeling very surprised.
"Xiao Bai, there are 1000ml of rh-negative type A blood in that box. Although the quantity is not much, let's use it for emergency purposes first." Luo Tiancheng's voice sounded very sincere.
"Brother Luo, thank you for your hard work." That kind of rare blood type is something that can only be encountered but cannot be obtained. Haoran admires Heartbreak Ruchen for being able to raise some in such a short period of time.
"Where, how is Qingqing's condition now?" Luo Tiancheng did not forget to pay attention to Lan Qingjue's condition.
"Still rescuing, not out of danger." Haoran answered truthfully.
"How much blood is still missing?" Luo Tiancheng was silent for a few seconds and then asked again.
"Ten minutes ago, Dr. Feng came out and told us that at least 8,000 ml of blood was needed before he could be sure to save Qingqing's life. Now the hospital has urgently transferred 1,200 ml of the same type of blood, adding more
Your one thousand is still short of nearly six thousand." Haoran did some calculations and replied: "Brother Luo, can you still think of a way?"
"I'll try harder, but it's late at night right now, and the time limit is too short. This amount..." Luo Tiancheng sighed and didn't say any more.
"Brother Luo..." Haoran also knew what he meant, and couldn't bear to make him feel guilty, so he interrupted him in time and said: "I hope Xiaoyun can still raise some blood."
"Xiaoyun's side, maybe we can get some blood through the channels of the Situ family." Luo Tiancheng said: "I will continue to think of ways to go, and call me anytime if there is anything."
"Okay," Haoran sighed and said, "Brother Luo, please do your work first. I'll go give the blood to the doctor."
"On the other side of the hospital, I'll leave you and the cowboy in trouble." After Luo Tiancheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone. It wasn't that he didn't want to ask about Lan Qingjue's situation in detail, but time was running out right now, and he didn't have time to waste discussing his condition.
The only solution now is to race against time and strive to raise enough blood in the shortest time to save Lan Qingjue's life.
After the call ended, Haoran handed the phone back to the young man in black and said, "Friend, thank you for your help. Can you hand over the box to me now?"
"Sir, you can just call me Xiao Wu from now on." The young man in black put the suitcase into Haoran's hands respectfully, and looked at him with a look that was obviously different from before.
"Brother Xiao Wu, I remember." Haoran nodded seriously. Although this person was just following orders, his arrival did bring a lot of hope to the two of them who were waiting foolishly outside the emergency room.
Love is worth remembering.
"Well, thank you very much." The bad cowboy had been standing by without interrupting, and this time he finally had time to add his own words of thanks after Haoran's words.
"You two don't need to be polite. It's important to take care of the patient. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Xiao Wu bowed his hands to the two of them. After the matter was done, there was no need for him to stay here.
"Brother Xiao Wu, goodbye." Haoran and Bad Cowboy also bowed their hands and said in return.
"See you later." Xiao Wu took a final, deep look at Haoran and Bad Cowboy, as if he was trying hard to remember their faces in his mind, and a hint of meaningful inquiry flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Wu's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor. Looking at his retreating back, Haoran always felt that this man had a strong sense of gangsterism. Could it be that the Xie Yue mentioned by Xiao Yun was a gang organization?
This young man is so agile. Could it be that he was born in the underworld?
"Let's go." The bad cowboy pulled Haoran and said eagerly: "Send the blood in quickly, Qingqing is still waiting for these life-savings."
"Okay." Haoran's thoughts were interrupted, and he naturally put this doubt back in his heart. Xie Yue's matter is still far away for now. They urgently need to know how to snatch Lan Qing back from the hands of death.
This is real life, not like in the game. After dying, you can be resurrected with full status after a while.
"Is it really rh-negative blood? How did you get it?" In the emergency doctor's office, Dr. Feng, who was responsible for the rescue, looked at the black suitcase on the rectangular table with a doubtful look in his eyes.
In the black leather box with the lid opened, there were five bottles of plasma neatly placed, each bottle containing 200ml. In order to ensure the freshness of the plasma, several small ice bags were placed around the bottles.
Dr. Feng believed that these people would definitely not use the lives of their relatives for personal gain, but he was quite puzzled, how did these people obtain these 1,000 milliliters of blood?
"This blood was obtained by a friend with great effort, so there should be no problem." As Lan Qingjue's closest relative here, the bad cowboy said with certainty to Dr. Feng: "We can't play with Qingqing's life. You
If you are not at ease, you can find a place to have it tested to determine the authenticity."
"Okay, I'll find someone to check it right away." Dr. Feng said with hope in his eyes: "If everything goes well, then the girl's hope of survival can be increased by 10%."
After saying that, he stood up, walked to the door, called a young nurse, and said: "Xiao Wang, take these blood to the laboratory for testing as soon as possible."
"I understand, Doctor Feng." The young nurse quickly picked up the suitcase and followed his instructions.
"Where did you get this blood?" After the nurse left, Dr. Feng looked at the two of them with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. The blood bottles just now had neither the national blood station's logo nor the national blood bank's logo on them.
There are no signs of other hospitals. What kind of extraordinary ability do these people have that they can even get such a rare thing?
"This..." The bad cowboy and Haoran looked at each other and shook their heads. It's not that they deliberately kept it secret, but that this matter was really beyond their knowledge.
"If you really don't want to say it, that's fine." Dr. Feng looked coldly and said, "But as a doctor, I have the right to refuse to use blood from unknown sources."
"Doctor Feng, don't get me wrong. It's not that we don't want to talk about it, but... we really can't explain it." Haoran smiled bitterly and explained: "The two of us have been guarding the hospital all the time. These things are outside
My friends managed to get it. Or, when they come later, you can ask in person? However, it is urgent to rescue the patient right now, so I still ask for your help."
"This..." Dr. Feng saw that their expressions did not seem to be fake, and he was also worried about Lan Qingjue's wrong blood transfusion. Half of the reason was due to his own negligence. His mouth was no longer so cold at that moment, but
He let out a long sigh and said: "We will do our best to rescue you. However, your friend... is really energetic."
"Doctor Feng, you just said that with this blood, the hope of rescue can be increased by 10%?" Haoran thought about what the doctor just said, with obvious hope in his eyes.
"Yes, Doctor Feng, if you add 10% more, how sure are you that you can save my cousin's life?" The bad cowboy also asked closely.
Dr. Feng said: "If there is no problem with the blood, the girl has a 20% chance of surviving."
"What? Plus that 10%, there is only 20% hope?" Haoran was dumbfounded.
