Nangong Ye was wearing hospital clothes and leaning on the bed, with no color on his face and fatigue on his face.
Over the years, he has long looked down on life and death, and even feels that living is more uncomfortable than death.
On the contrary, his mother was shouting and crying next to him, which gave him a headache.
When Nangong Ye's parents heard this, they immediately panicked.
RH negative blood, also known as panda blood, is a rare blood type. But Nangong Ye is suffering from a lack of blood. Where can they find this blood?
"Doctor, although the child's father and I don't have panda blood, we are his parents. Can our blood be transfused to him?" Nangong Ye's mother had tears in her eyes and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Neither she nor Nangong Shang had panda blood, so why did they give birth to a child with panda blood?
Now we have gastrointestinal bleeding and anemia symptoms. What should we do if we can’t find blood?
Does she want to watch something happen to her child?
Hearing this, the doctor had no choice but to smile and persuaded softly: "I'm sorry for this family member, your son has RH-negative blood, so he can only be transfused with blood of the same type. Even if you are his biological parents, the blood types do not match.
There is nothing we can do.”
"Then what should we do..." Nangong Ye's mother turned pale and froze immediately.
She used to be very proud when she knew her son had this kind of blood. A rare blood type meant preciousness, but now it seems that people with rare blood types are helpless when encountering big problems.
What a precious blood type, she would rather Nangong Ye didn't have this blood type.
"Husband, go to the agency to see if there is this kind of blood." Nangong Ye's mother grabbed Nangong Shang and said anxiously, "You only have a son like this, you can't just watch him be in danger!"
Nangong Shang also looked solemn.
After living for so many years, he had never seen anything like this. He grimaced and quickly called a few people on his cell phone.
These people are all his connections, and they are the people with RH-negative blood that he deliberately hooked up with.
After knowing that my son had this blood type, I deliberately hooked up with these people in order to be afraid that my son would not be able to get blood in an accident.
There were five people in total, and it took the fourth person to get through.
"Hey, Lao Li, I'm Nangong Shang." Nangong Shang said calmly, "Something happened to my son and he needs RH panda blood. If you can come to Kyoto Third Hospital, please do me a favor."
"Nangong, it's not that I won't help you. I was diagnosed with leukemia a while ago and I need blood now. If you don't come to me, I'm going to ask your son to donate some for me for surgery!"
Hearing this, Nangong Shang's face suddenly turned cold. He was too lazy to deal with it and hung up the phone directly.
The last person was contacted, but he was abroad and couldn't get back.
At this point, the "blood bank" connections he had accumulated over the years were considered useless.
"How is it?" Nangong Ye's mother looked at him expectantly.
Nangong Shang put down his phone dejectedly.
"Either I can't contact anyone, or they are all out of town."
After all, after so many years, everyone's working location may have changed. In addition, this time the accident was so urgent, even if people from other places rushed over, it may not be possible in time.
"Then what should we do..." Nangong Ye's mother held her forehead, her feet went weak, and she almost fell down.
Wen Yan and Liu Canyang saw such a scene as soon as they came over.
Wen Yan put the fruit aside, and Nangong Ye's mother's face suddenly fell: "Who asked you to come? Get out, we don't welcome you!"
Since she knew that she and her son were impossible, Nangong Ye's mother no longer pretended to dislike her.
It’s impossible anyway, why can’t we just keep it out of sight?
If it weren't for her, her son wouldn't have done this to his body.
Wen Yan ignored her, looked at the doctor and asked, "How is he now?"
"The situation is not good." The doctor didn't mince words. "Without blood, there is no source of life. No medicine will be of any use."
"How much blood is needed?"
"Five hundred milliliters."
Five hundred milliliters is not too much.
Seeing Wen Yan asking about his condition seriously, Nangong Ye's mother became even more furious.
"Xie Xianxian, why are you asking so many questions? It's all your fault that my son is like this. How come you still have the nerve to come here?!"
"Mom!" Nangong Ye said with a cold expression, "I am the reason why I am like this. It has nothing to do with Wen Yan at all. Don't always blame others for your problems."
Nangong Ye's mother's face turned blue and white.
This is like saying that she has a problem and needs to reflect on it.
Nangong Shang glanced at his wife angrily.
You weren't so unreasonable when you married her, but why can't you control your emotions lately? Maybe it's menopause?
"Miss Xie, is there any way you can get blood?"
This Xie Xianxian is backed by the "W" organization. Since she asked the doctor like this, she must have a reason for asking. Maybe she can find a way to get RH-negative blood to save Xiaoye.
Although he offended Xie Xianxian, Xiaoye had a good friendship with this Xie Xianxian. For the sake of their friendship, it was impossible for Xie Xianxian to refuse to save him until death.
"Dad!" Nangong Shang frowned, he knew what his father was planning.
If this continues, Wen Yan will be morally kidnapped by his parents again.
Facing such parents, Nangong Ye was a little helpless.
They are their own parents, not Wen Yan's parents.
Seeing Nangong Ye's anxious look, Wen Yan nodded to him to reassure him.
Although she doesn't like Nangong Ye's parents, they will have few opportunities to get along with her in the future, so there is no need to argue and waste her time.
Hearing Nangong Shang's words, Nangong Ye's mother suddenly stopped talking, and her eyes immediately lit up.
She almost forgot that Xie Xianxian was from the "W" organization.
"I heard that your organization is omnipotent and has many talented people. You can definitely find a way to find people with RH blood type, right?" Nangong Ye's mother staggered up to her, her eyes red as if she had cried.
As soon as his knees became weak, he knelt down.
"Please help Xiaoye. Auntie can pay any amount of money, as long as you can save him."
Wen Yan frowned and helped her up: "Auntie, don't be like this. It's too late to find someone now."
Too late...
Yes, unless there are people with RH-negative blood in this hospital, her son doesn't even have the strength to stand up, and it's too late to find someone now.
Nangong Ye's mother's face turned pale, and even her lips were black.
She fell to the ground, her whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, and there were a few tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. She was extremely pitiful.
No matter how hateful she is, she is still just a mother.
Wen Yan lowered his eyelashes, walked to the doctor, and said calmly: "I have RH negative blood. Let's draw my blood."
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Liu Canyang immediately changed his face and said in a cold voice: "No!"
"Wen Yan, have you forgotten what kind of body you have now? You are pregnant and you are prone to anemia yourself. How can you draw blood for others?"
Nangong Ye was also shocked. He never expected that Wen Yan also had this blood type.
"I don't want your blood..." Nangong Yeqiang tried to get up, but fell down on the bed.
I don’t even have the strength to get up, I’m such a loser...
The doctor looked a little surprised when he heard that she also had panda blood.
"Pregnant women are prone to anemia, so I don't recommend you donate blood."
"But if there is no blood now, he will die." Wen Yan pointed at Nangong Ye, "Such a big living person only needs 500 milliliters of my blood to stabilize his life. I know that pregnant women are prone to anemia, but my last prenatal check-up
However, I am not anemic, and with this blood volume, as long as I cultivate myself well, there will be no problems."
During her usual check-ups, she drew so much blood and found no problems.
There was another thing she didn't say. If the non-invasive DNA test results were not satisfactory, the child would probably not be saved.
Rather than doing this, it is better to save this living life first.
The favor she owed Nangong Ye would eventually have to be repaid.
Hearing that she had panda blood, Nangong Ye's mother suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes full of excitement.