At some point, Xiaoyun's father Situ Cheng stood behind them, followed closely by Xiaoyun and Luo Tiancheng, and four young men in neat suits stood behind them, each carrying a
Carrying a black leather suitcase.
"There are four thousand milliliters of blood here, is it enough?" Situ Cheng's face didn't have much expression, but there was a look of concern in his eyes.
"4000ml?" Haoran and Bad Cowboy didn't expect that Situ Cheng would appear and bring so much rh-negative blood at once, and their faces showed joy.
"The doctor showed up just now, just when he needed blood." The bad cowboy hurriedly knocked on the door of the emergency room.
"You are..." Sitting on the chair, Lan Qingjue's mother was awakened by the sudden good news. She had always thought that her daughter was opening a studio with some friends of bad cowboys. She did not understand Situ Muyun's background, let alone
She knew who Situ Cheng was. But at a glance, she felt that the middle-aged man in front of her looked familiar.
"Have we met before?" Situ Cheng also felt the same way. He generously introduced himself first: "I am Situ Cheng, who are you?"
"My name is Feng Ruohan. I am Lan Qingqing's mother. I just came from NJ City." When she heard that her daughter had hope, her mood was not as bad as before. She stood up and looked deeply at Situ Cheng.
He bowed and said, "Everything you have done for my daughter has been recorded by the Lan family. I will repay you many times in the future."
"Madam, you are too polite. Qingqing is my daughter's friend, how can I thank you for helping?" Situ Cheng motioned to Xiaoyun to take his men to deal with the blood first, but he kept thinking about the middleman in front of him in his mind.
The words of a beautiful young woman - NJ City, Lan Family? Her real name is Feng, could it be that she is...
"I would like to ask, is your husband Lan Yifu?" Situ Cheng's eyes flashed, and he finally found the clue in his mind.
"How do you know his name?" Feng Ruohan was surprised. Although the Lan family is indeed a big family in nj city, there is not much industry in sh city, and not many people know about it.
"On New Year's Day the year before last, I went to nj city to deal with some matters, and by the way, I attended a cocktail party held by your Lan family." Situ Cheng recalled while saying: "Madam, you were also present at that time. Things happened so long ago that I was a little a little agitated.
I can't remember clearly. I just remembered it after I heard you say your surname was Feng and your husband's surname was Lan."
"That cocktail party seemed to be held for a distinguished guest from SH City..." Feng Ruohan thought about it carefully and recalled it. She looked at Situ Cheng with her eyes and said: "You were the head of the Situ family at that time.
Who?"
"That's right." Situ Cheng nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the Qingqing the little girl mentioned was actually the eldest lady of the Lan family. Although the Situ family and the Lan family have not had many business contacts in recent years, they can be regarded as old friends. This time
I didn’t take enough care of my little niece.”
Although Lan Qing's terminal illness was not the fault of Xiaoyun and others, Situ Cheng was a generous man and generously took the responsibility for this matter on himself in order to comfort him.
"Qingqing is not in good health and her blood type is different from ordinary people. How can we blame Mr. Situ for it?" Feng Ruohan shook his head. He had good intentions, how could he not know good and evil, and without his help?
, I am afraid that her daughter has died now, and this love is really too heavy for her to bear.
After receiving the follow-up blood supply, the first round of blood replacement surgery continued. After about half an hour, the LCD red text on the emergency room went out, and Dr. Feng walked out with a slightly tired look.
"Doctor, I am Lan Qingqing's mother, how is she doing now?" Feng Ruohan stepped forward anxiously, asking about her daughter's condition.
"The first blood rotation went quite smoothly, but due to the patient's special constitution, more blood reserves are needed for the second blood rotation." Dr. Feng adjusted his glasses and briefly explained the situation.
"How much more is needed?" Feng Ruohan was stunned. He thought that with the blood that Situ Cheng brought just now, he could solve the urgent need, but he didn't expect that it was still not enough.
"Due to the patient's special constitution, I used more than a thousand milliliters of blood in the first round of replacement just now than expected." Dr. Feng said a little guiltily: "It is also because the equipment of our hospital is not up to par. If it is abroad,
, if the medical conditions were better, maybe some blood could be saved. Now there are only more than 2,000 ml of blood left, and at least 2,000 ml are needed for the final round of blood rotation."
"This..." Situ Cheng also frowned. He had tried his best, but it was simply impossible to raise another two thousand milliliters.
"As for blood, if you have the ability, please do your best." Dr. Feng has seen two miracles happen to these people. In his subconscious, he has marked this thing that was originally considered impossible as completely feasible.
.
"The patient's condition is relatively stable at the moment, but he is not awake yet. Family members can go in and take a look, but be careful not to wake the patient." Dr. Feng said: "The next blood rotation must start within half an hour, otherwise the situation may not be optimistic.
"
"I understand." Feng Ruohan's eyes were slightly moist as he said, "In half an hour..."
"Auntie, let's go and see Qingqing first." Situ Muyun was considerate and interrupted her to continue thinking in a bad direction.
"Yes," Feng Ruohan nodded and gently followed Dr. Feng into the emergency room.
Because they were afraid of waking up the patient, everyone else stayed outside, waiting for Qingqing's mother to finish the visit and tell everyone the results.
"Father, is there any way?" Seeing her leaving, Xiaoyun asked Situ Cheng gently: "This blood?"
"There is no other way. I have used all my connections. Even if he is the eldest lady of the Lan family, I can't raise any more blood." Situ Cheng shook his head and said with a hint of worry: "Lan Yifu's knees."
A son and a daughter. I heard that I love this daughter very much. If I can’t save her this time, I’m afraid..."
"The Lan family is so powerful, maybe they can find a way to save their daughter." Situ Muyun turned to Luo Tiancheng and said, "Acheng, over there..."
Luo Tiancheng gave him a bitter look. He had already tried his best. If he hadn't used Xie Yue's power to the extreme, how could he have obtained the thousand milliliters of rare blood? Moreover, even Situ Cheng couldn't get it this time.
If he says there is nothing he can do, what can he do?
Haoran and Bad Cowboy were beside them, and they were also worried, but they had no choice but to think of nothing. Even in order not to affect Xiaoyun and the others' thoughts, they had not even taken a breath of air until now.
While everyone in the hospital was anxious, a black Mercedes suddenly stopped outside the hospital, followed closely by two equally black Audi A6s.
"Mr. Lan, we're here." The driver checked the destination and reported to the middle-aged man sitting in the back seat.
"Hmm." The next moment, the door of the Mercedes-Benz opened and a man stepped out. He looked about 43 or 44 years old, and his facial profile was somewhat similar to Lan Qingjue. This person was Lan Qingjue, also known as Lan Qingqing.
His father - Lan Yifu.
"Mr. Lan." The doors of the two Audi cars behind him also opened, and three men and two women got out. One of the men followed closely beside Lan Yifu, acting as a personal bodyguard.
"I'll help you later." Lan Yifu bowed slightly to the remaining four people and said, "My little girl's life depends entirely on you."
"Mr. Lan, you're welcome. You have been treating us well. This time we finally have a chance to repay you, and we will do our best." One of them replied with a flattered look.
"Yes, Mr. Lan." Several others nodded in agreement.
"Let's go." Lan Yifu nodded and said, "I, Lan Yifu, will take note of this favor. After we return, everyone's monthly salary will be increased by ten percent."
After hearing Yifu Lan's promise, these people all had happy smiles on their faces. Their academic qualifications were not very high, and they were not particularly good at dealing with others, but they all received very high salaries within the Lan Group.
, they don’t have to do much at all on weekdays. They know very well that the reason why they are treated like this is entirely because they have a special blood type that is different from ordinary people - rh negative blood type A!
After learning that his daughter was suffering from hemophilia, Yifu Lan used various channels to collect resources of people with rh-negative blood type A, and then selected a few healthy people from them, and kept them in his own company with a high salary. All of this
, just for the special situation like today. To Lan Yifu, that little money is nothing at all, but keeping these people by his side is equivalent to building a fresh mobile blood bank for his daughter.
, can play a huge role at critical moments.
Facts have proved that his unrequited approach is very far-sighted.
"Brother Yifu?" Outside the emergency room, Feng Ruohan hadn't come out yet, but Situ Cheng, who was outside, recognized with sharp eyes that the person walking towards him was none other than Lan Yifu, the head of the Lan Group.
"Are you...Brother Situ?" Lan Yifu was stunned. After a few seconds, he also searched the memory bank for the information of the person in front of him.
"It's me." Situ Cheng nodded, pointed to the door of the emergency room and said, "Niece Qingqing is inside, waiting for the second blood transfusion operation."
While they were talking, the door of the emergency room opened, and Feng Ruohan walked out gently. Judging from the tears on her face, it was obvious that she had cried again inside.
"Yifu, you're finally here!" When she saw her husband, she ran over without wiping the tears from her eyes and said, "The doctor said that more than two thousand milliliters of blood are needed."
"I brought four people here, plus I drew 500 ml of blood for each of them, which should be enough." Lan Yifu gently hugged his wife's shoulders and comforted: "There are five more people on the way here, which should be enough."
