When he was about to arrive in Tianxi City, Secretary Li asked in a very cautious tone: "Secretary Lu, do you think we should tell Chen Yi and Chu Chu the news of Ye Ming's injury now, so that they can also rush over to see Ye Ming immediately?" Otherwise—"

At this point, he couldn't say any more, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Secretary Lu knew what he meant by what he didn't finish: he was worried that Ye Ming would not be able to rescue him, so he wanted Chen Yi to take Xiao Ben to see him at the end. And Xia Chuchu is Ye Ming's fiancée, so it stands to reason that she should also tell her and let her rush over to see Ye Ming. If Ye Ming is rescued, let her accompany him for a while.

Secretary Lu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then shook his head painfully and said, "It's midnight now, and Chen Yi and Chu Chu are both in the capital. We now inform them that they will not be able to make it even if they have wings. If Ye Ming couldn't be rescued, even if they left now, they would definitely not be able to meet him in time. If they can be rescued, it won't be too late for them to come tomorrow. So, we don't need to let them know now, don't let them worry about it for a night. By tomorrow morning, we should know the life and death of Ye Ming. When the time comes, we'll tell them it's not too late. ”

Secretary Li thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he nodded and said: "It's okay, according to the personalities of Chen Yi and Chu Chu, as well as the feelings of the two of them towards Ye Ming, if they are let know Ye Ming's dangerous situation now, they will definitely go crazy." So, let's wait until we have the results before telling them! ”

After the No. 1 car drove for more than ten minutes, near a service area, Guo Guangwei's car was parked there waiting for Secretary Lu and Secretary Li, and quickly rushed to Tianxi Central Hospital with the No. 1 car.

At this time, according to the arrangements made by Guo Guangwei and Gong Xinqiu, secretary of the Tianxi City CPC Committee, the vicinity of the central hospital was already under secret martial law, and a large number of police and armed police officers set up open posts and secret posts near the hospital to strictly check the vehicles and pedestrians staying near the hospital, so as to prevent the criminals who chased and killed Ye Ming from escaping into the urban area and posing a threat to Secretary Lu, Secretary Li, and Ye Ming.

When the No. 1 car arrived at the hospital, Gong Xinqiu, who had already been waiting at the gate of the hospital, rushed to the side of the No. 1 car with Mayor Liu Lihua, and bent down to open the car door for Secretary Lu and Secretary Li. Due to today's special situation, Gong Xinqiu and Liu Lihua did not dare to smile when they greeted the two secretaries Lu and Li, but looked solemn and had a sad face, and shook hands with Secretary Lu and Secretary Li very solemnly, and then took Secretary Lu, Secretary Li, and Director Guo to the rescue room.

At this time, almost all the leaders and surgical experts of the central hospital gathered in the rescue room, and they all silently stayed by Ye Ming's side, waiting for the blood donor to come, and then operated on him.

Before Secretary Lu and Secretary Li went in, Gong Xinqiu went in according to Guo Guangwei's instructions and invited all the hospital leaders and medical staff out, so as not to cause commotion and surprise after they saw Secretary Lu and Secretary Li.

Secretary Lu walked into the rescue room, stood beside Ye Ming's bed, leaned down to inspect his injuries, and looked at his face again, only to see his son, who was usually vigorous and energetic, with an oxygen tube in his nostrils at the moment, his face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were closed, lying quietly on the rescue bed, falling into a deep coma, he couldn't help but feel sad, tears rolled in his eyes, but he forcibly restrained himself, didn't let the tears flow out, and didn't dare to show an overly sad expression, just silently read in his heart: "Ye Ming, Dad is here to save you! You're a strong kid, you're going to have to hold on! If you go, how can I be worthy of your mother under the Nine Springs? How can you deal with your son, who is not yet a year old? Child, you must not let up, you must come back to life! ”

Secretary Li saw that Secretary Lu's eyes were red, his expression was extremely sad, and his lips were squirming, as if he was muttering something, for fear that others would see some flaws, so he hurriedly said to Gong Xinqiu: "Comrade Gong Xinqiu, Ye Ming is in critical condition now, please ask the hospital to operate on him quickly." Before you draw blood for Secretary Lu, you must first give him a preliminary examination to see if he is suitable for blood and what is the maximum amount of blood donated. ”

Gong Xinqiu hurriedly responded, walked out of the hall and conveyed Secretary Li's instructions to the director of the hospital.

After giving Secretary Lu a physical examination, the attending doctor told Secretary Li: Secretary Lu is in very good health and there is no problem with donating blood. However, because Secretary Lu is a sixtieth year, he can't give too much, at most 800 ml. Otherwise, it may affect Secretary Lu's health: because normal people are obligated to donate blood, up to 400 ml each time, and the body will feel uncomfortable if there is more. Considering that today is a special situation, Secretary Lu can give a little more, but if it exceeds 800 ml, it will not work.

Secretary Li went into the lounge and told Secretary Lu what the attending doctor said.

When Secretary Lu heard that he could only donate 800 milliliters of blood to Ye Ming at most, he frowned and said, "Runji, you go and ask them again: how many milliliters of blood do you need to operate on Ye Ming to ensure that the operation goes smoothly?" In addition to the reserve blood transported from the provincial blood bank, how much more do I have to donate to ensure Ye Ming's life? ”

Secretary Li went out to call the attending doctor in. Secretary Lu asked very kindly: "This comrade, I would like to ask a question: in addition to the reserve blood of the provincial blood bank that is about to be transported, how many milliliters of blood must I donate to ensure the smooth progress of Ye Ming's operation?" Also, what is the limit of my blood donation? This limit is the limit at which I will not faint or die on the spot. ”

The attending doctor had already recognized Secretary Lu at this time, with a rather frightened expression on his face, and he stumbled for a while, and then replied sweatingly: "Chief, there is no certain standard for the limit of blood donation, and it must be considered comprehensively according to the age and physical fitness of the blood donor. Based on the medical examination you have just had, I think that your blood limit should not exceed 800 ml. Otherwise, it will be very harmful to your health.

"As for the amount of blood transfusion needed to rescue Comrade Ye Ming, our preliminary estimate is 7,000 milliliters, and at present, we have transfused him with 1,500 milliliters of blood from our city's blood war reserves, plus the 4,000 milliliters of reserve blood that will be shipped from the provincial blood bank, there is still a gap of about 1,500 milliliters. However, you can only donate up to 800 ml of blood. So, we estimate that there is still a gap of about 700 ml of blood. ”

Secretary Lu nodded, and asked again: "Suppose I donate 1500 ml of blood, is my life in danger?" ”

The attending doctor was taken aback, shook his head and said, "Chief, this must not be done, it will be dangerous." You can't donate more than 1,000 ml of blood, and any more, it's really life-threatening! ”