Ximen Longting pulled the two bodyguards away, fearing that they would damage Jing Jiaren.
And he stood there in a daze, staring at Jing Jiaren at a loss, like a frightened child.
Wilson has never seen the young master become so crazy...
The first time Jing Jiaren faked her death and the plane crashed, Ximen Longting didn't see the live version at all. He was just as sad as if he had lost his soul, and he lived a gloomy, zombie-like life every day.
But this time, he saw Jing Jiaren lying in a pool of blood with his own eyes.
The kind of tearing that uproots...
The two doctors who were carrying the medical kit behind arrived belatedly. When they saw this scene, Ximen Longting was kneeling on one leg next to Jing Jiaren and was about to help her into his arms.
"Master, don't move, let's take a look..."
Ximen Longting pursed his lips in pain, and his whole body collapsed like a bow.
"She is still alive." A doctor carefully tested Jing Jiaren's breathing.
After hearing these words, Ximen Longting, who was originally collapsed, felt a little better.
"But she lost too much blood. She needs to stop the bleeding and get blood transfusion immediately, otherwise..." The doctor looked at it and said, "It's a long way from the hospital, so moving it will waste a lot of time."
"We stopped her bleeding immediately. As for blood transfusion, we need to find the blood source."
Ximen Longting was dumbfounded, holding Jing Jiaren with one arm, completely losing his mind.
If it had been someone else, Ximen Longting would have been able to deal with it calmly, instead of breaking down before even seeing if the person was dead.
Wilson sighed: "You stop her bleeding and test her blood, and I will find the source of the blood immediately."
All the patrons in the tavern were surrounded and forced to queue up to have their blood type tested.
Who dares to say anything when a gun is pointed at his head?
People whose blood types have been tested are arranged into pairs according to categories.
Type A, Type B, Type O, Type AB...
There is a "mobile" blood bank for Ms. Jing's blood type.
Soon, a bodyguard rushed over and said, "My blood type is O."
The group of people with type O blood suffered immediately. Wilson selected a few that looked healthier and cleaner and sent them over.
Here, the doctor professionally opened the medicine box, immediately pulled out the glass bottle from Jing Jiaren's chest, cleaned up the broken glass, and performed hemostasis care.
Ximen Longting sat next to him, Jing Jiaren's head rested on his knees, and his slender fingers were in her hair.
There is a faint warmth in her hair, and her weak ups and downs prove that she is still alive...
The other hand held Jing Jiaren's hand tightly.
Her pale fingers were locked stiffly in his big palm, and her blood rubbed against his beige shirt.
Most of her clothes were taken off, revealing a large area of scenery...
He saw the carved tattoo on her left chest, where her heart was.
Ximen Longting's eyes kept staring there blankly.
This is probably the first time that Ximen BOSS is not jealous because the male doctor sees the beauty.
Wilson came in with a few women. When he saw the scene on the sofa, he immediately turned his face away: "Master, the blood source has been brought."
Ximen Longting was motionless, no different from a fool.
Wilson sighed. At this time, the young master is more reliable than anyone else - he suddenly degraded from an intelligence of 180 to an intelligence of 18, which is referred to as dementia.
I had no choice but to talk to the doctor: "When will I be ready for blood transfusion? What else do I need to do?"