Ou Zhexi, as long as Lan Moying is fine, he doesn't mind how much blood he 'draws'. He insisted on asking the doctor to 'pump' more, and the doctor looked at his increasingly bloodless face and stopped 'pumping'. Because, the maximum amount of blood that can be 'drawn' is 400 milliliters, and under Ou Zhexi's repeated insistence, 600 milliliters have been 'pumped'.

"You can't 'draw' blood anymore, these are past the limit. The doctor looked at Ou Zhexi with a serious face, he couldn't be in a hurry to save people, and didn't care about the life and death of healthy people, which was contrary to their professional ethics as doctors.

"Doctor, now that your plasma has not been transferred, and my wife is still in danger, you should never continue to 'smoke' here, as long as she is okay. I've been exercising and the hematopoiesis is very good. "Ou Zhexi didn't care about the doctor's obstruction at all, and continued to 'draw' blood for Lan Moying.

The doctor looked at Ou Zhexi, who was so eager, and his brows furrowed slightly. "Mr. Ou, we can understand your feelings, but I don't approve of your actions from the doctor's point of view. I can't recklessly 'draw' blood from you just because there is no plasma in the blood bank, that would go against my professional ethics as a doctor. ”

"Doctor, the main thing now is to get my wife out of danger, I don't care if you violate professional ethics or not, continue to 'draw' blood from me. Otherwise, she has three long and two short, I only ask you. "Because the doctor refused to insist on 'drawing' blood for him again, Ou Zhexi's face was serious and terrifying. At this time, he couldn't take care of himself anymore, he was bent on getting Lan Moying out of danger as soon as possible.

The doctor looked at Ou Zhexi and could understand his feelings, but he couldn't ignore his own body because he was desperate to get his wife out of danger. After all, a doctor is a doctor, and he must consider the problem from the perspective of a doctor.

However, the doctor looked at Ou Zhexi's face and knew that it would be difficult for him to change his mind. You can't change your mind, and you can't let him do things that hurt him. The doctor knew that such dissuasion would make Ou Zhexi very resistant.

"Mr. Ou, our proposal is unacceptable, I believe that the hospital will definitely transfer plasma immediately, your 600 ml of plasma has been delivered to Miss Lan's body in a timely manner, and now Miss Lan is no longer in danger before. The doctor was still impatiently explaining, but Ou Zhexi's face was still cold.

"My body is my decision, if you insist on not 'pumping', or my wife will be in any danger, I will let you spend your whole life. Otherwise, go and fetch me your dean. The doctor looked at Ou Zhexi's serious face, and he really didn't dare to persuade him anymore.

Of course, the doctor knew that if he really had to get along with the hospital, the hospital would be in a lot of trouble. "Or, Mr. Ou, do you think this is okay? You lie down and rest for a while, and if the plasma hasn't arrived, let's continue." ”

"Can this be waited? Do you think life can make people wait?" Ou Zhexi finished speaking, and then lifted his cuffs and asked the doctor to continue. The doctor looked at him so stubbornly, and he had to continue. At Ou Zhexi's insistence, another 200 milliliters of blood were 'drawn' from Ou Zhexi's arm.

After 'pumping' the 200 milliliters, the doctor told him to rest, and even if Ou Zhexi put the knife in the doctor's neck, he would not 'draw' blood for him again. However, at this time, Ou Zhexi could not rest, he got up and walked to the 'door' of the emergency room.

No matter how healthy he was, 800 milliliters of plasma had already made him feel a little dizzy. The doctor looked at his eager back, shook his head, and couldn't do anything about him. There are many legends about Ou Zhexi, and the doctor saw that Ou Zhexi's reports said that he was a resolute businessman, and he didn't expect a nervous wife like him.

Ou Zhexi stood at the 'door' of the emergency room, his face was hesitant, he was really afraid that his stubbornness would cause an irreparable mistake, and it would be a lifelong mistake. When he found out that he was in love with Lan Moying, and he loved him deeply, his jealousy became stronger and stronger, which led to everything he is today.

He also knew Lan Moying's 'sex', she was so stubborn and so proud, maybe everything she said was not true, but why was she so easy to be tricked? He knew, because the more he cared, the more jealous he became.

He had experienced such a terrible scene before, and the condensation had left him like this, covered in blood. It took him many years for the wound to scab over such a pain. If it weren't for Lan Moying's appearance, he believed that his wound might not be healed now. If. If Lan Moying really had any accidents, he believed that he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

The child is gone, Lan Moying must be fine. Ou Zhexi's sword eyebrows became tighter and tighter, he really regretted his previous irritability, but there was no regret 'medicine' in the world. I hope that 800 ml of plasma will make Lan Moying's case from danger.

I don't know if the other plasma from the hospital has arrived? I don't know if Shao Han has contacted the plasma from other hospitals? Ou Zhexi's eyes stared at the big 'door' of the emergency room motionlessly, how much he hoped that the doctor would come out and tell him that now Lan Moying was out of danger.

As long as Lan Moying is healthy, he is willing to do anything. He felt extremely lonely and helpless in his heart, and he felt that he had never been so helpless. "If you are well, I will have a sunny day", Ou Zhexi felt sour, and he didn't know when he would become a literary and artistic youth.

The sky gradually darkened, and his heart became even darker. He was afraid of the night, and he was afraid that today would be a very dark day of his life, so dark that it would never dawn. Ou Zhexi felt that he couldn't live without Lan Moying in his life, Lan Moying had become a rib in his body and had been deeply integrated into his life.

At this time, it was very quiet in the corridor of the hospital, and Ou Zhexi looked out the window, and his heart was pinched together. Shao Han came from a distance, and he saw Ou Zhexi's lonely figure standing in front of the window. Shao Han knew that he was helpless at the moment, and he was scared at the moment.

Shao Han witnessed the departure of Condensation with him, and today he is really worried about the arrival of this moment. Judging from Ou Zhexi's anxiousness in calling him, Lan Moying's current situation today is very dangerous.

"Zhexi, what's wrong with Moying? Did she get into a car accident? She didn't have inconvenient legs, how could she still be hit by a car?" Shao Han looked at Ou Zhexi's bloodstained body, thinking that Lan Moying had a car accident.

Ou Zhexi was pulled back to his thoughts by Shao Han's voice, and he looked back to see Shao Han standing beside him. A face full of doubts, a face full of worry. Ou Zhexi really didn't know how to answer Shao Han's question, he was silent for a moment and then looked at Shao Han. "Is the plasma transferred? How did you get here?"

"The plasma has been transferred, and it has been transferred to the hospital 2,000 kilometers away, and it is being sent right now. Shao Han knew that Ou Zhexi was already worried at the moment and could not be described in words, and Shao Han understood Ou Zhexi's mood at this moment.

As soon as he heard that it was sent from the hospital 2,000 kilometers away, Ou Zhexi's originally hopeful heart was hit to the bottom again. How long does it take to transport 2,000 kilometers by air?

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