At the same time, at the hospital, Mrs. Zhang’s matching results came out. The doctor came to her ward, put the results in front of her, held the glasses frame, and said very responsibly: "Mrs. Zhang, for now, you
Your daughter is the best match for you. But..."
"But what? Is my daughter's body too weak? My daughter is still too young. If she can't do this surgery, don't do it. For my son, my son's surgery is fine." Does Mrs. Zhang feel sorry for the thin boy?
My daughter even thinks that I don’t care about my own life, as long as my daughter is good.
When the doctor heard this, he sighed silently in his heart, and then said: "Mrs. Zhang, I can understand your feelings, but your son is not worthy of you."
"The son is not worthy?" Mrs. Zhang finally figured out that the doctor just said that her daughter is the best match for her. Why is the daughter the best match? Couldn't it be a son? This is her first child, he should be more like her.
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Seeing Mrs. Zhang's confused look, the doctor was silent for two seconds and continued: "Mrs. Zhang, your son's blood type is different from yours, and other..."
"What else? Doctor, I'm already like this, I can accept it." Mrs. Zhang looked at the doctor with eagerness on her face.
The doctor thought for a while and replied: "Actually, we have some doubts that your son is not related to you by blood. Mrs. Zhang, haven't you checked?"
"What are you talking about? How come my son and I are not mother and son?" Mrs. Zhang waved her hands with a look of disbelief.
The doctor said seriously: "Although we have not done a paternity test, we can determine from your blood type and your husband's information that Mr. Zhang and you are indeed not related by blood."
"Doctor, you, please speak slowly, my heart is actually not very good, I... I can't accept what you said. You said that my son's blood type is different from mine? I am type A, and my husband is type B.
Type B, my son is type B."
Mrs. Zhang looked at the doctor, as if the doctor was joking with him. But when the doctor heard this, he looked at her seriously and said seriously: "I don't know, Mrs. Zhang, whether the blood type report you saw is correct."
It has been changed. But the blood type report we have here is that your son has RH-negative AB blood, which is the legendary panda blood. The blood matching between you and your husband cannot produce a child with this blood type. You understand me
What do you mean?"
"I, I...my son has panda blood?" Mrs. Zhang felt dizzy for a while, and her whole body felt bad. She covered her chest, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at the doctor again, "You, you
Can you tell me again? I...my son’s blood type is really different from mine?"
"The report contains your son's blood type. You can read it carefully. Why your son is not yours is difficult for our hospital to judge. Personally, I suggest you communicate with your husband." The doctor said and took a few steps back.
After so many years in the hospital, I have seen many families like this.
There are so many bloody stories, but they are basically the same.
So it's hard for him to evaluate his side.
"I...I understand! Thank you, doctor, I will contact my husband right now." With that said, Mrs. Zhang waved her hand and signaled the doctor to leave.
After the doctor left, Mrs. Zhang called her husband.
But the other party was in a meeting and was in no mood to answer her call, and he didn't even want to answer her call. So, he clicked the call and sent a text message: He was in a meeting and had something to say.