This woman's heart is as cold as ice and as hard as rock. No matter how hard he covers it, it won't warm!
It's funny that he once thought that she was really moved by him, so she slowly let go of her hatred and slowly tried to accept him.
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One year, he dated her for a year, hoping to slowly influence her and melt her by spending time together day and night. However, he did not expect that her heart was as red as a crane in the ice and snow. It was extremely cold.
Extremely poisonous.
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The door of the operating room was opened, and a nurse ran out in a panic. When she saw Yesi Luo, she immediately stood still, lowered her head and timidly said, "Master Luo——"
"What's wrong? Is she... in any danger?" He really hated himself. Until now, what he worried about most was still her safety!
"Luo, Mr. Luo, the child could not be saved and has already had a miscarriage..."
Yesluo stepped forward and grabbed the little nurse by the collar, almost lifting her up high, and words that were frozen in ice burst out from between his teeth, "What did you say?"
The nurse was pulled by him until only her toes were barely touching the ground. She was so frightened that she could not speak coherently, "Luo... Mr. Luo... When the pregnant woman was brought... the baby was already..."
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The sharp-edged ice fragments in Yesilo's eyes seemed to be about to burst out, "What?"
"Miss Liuli's blood type is...RH negative type O blood...commonly known as 'panda blood'...very rare...we..."
"There is no need to go to other hospitals to have blood transferred. Even if it is done, it may not be available. My blood type is the same as hers. Draw mine -" Yesi Luo put down the collar of the young nurse and lifted up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his arms with thin muscle texture.
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The nurse calmed down, took out the tourniquet and needle from the treatment tray nearby, took out the blood bag, and whispered, "Maybe, I need more..., is that okay?"
"Pump 600!" He gritted his teeth and said angrily, clenching his bloody fists, and the veins on his strong arms instantly appeared.
He saw the woman's blood loss. At most, 300CC would save her from shock, and 600CC would allow her to recover as quickly as possible.
"600?" The nurse looked a little hesitant, put on a tourniquet, inserted the huge needle from the crook of the arm, and poured dark red blood into the blood bag from the transparent infusion tube.
Yesluo kept clenching and unclenching his fists according to the prompts to help the blood flow out more smoothly.
When he arrived, the nurse saw that his face was a little pale and couldn't help but remind him, "Master Luo, most people donate blood once. If you draw blood, you may feel uncomfortable. I think 500 is enough..."
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Yesilo turned a deaf ear, his handsome blood-stained face looking even colder and colder because of his paleness.
The nurse immediately fell silent and did not dare to say anything more.
After 600cc of blood, the nurse hurriedly pulled out the needle, put a cotton swab on the needle site, and told Luo Shao to press it for a while, and that it was best to rest in bed and add some saline.
Yesilo's face was still so cold that someone could freeze to death.