Chapter 25: First Aid

"Master Fu." Helian Daixue shouted in pain, Fu Qingyuan's kick showed no mercy, she couldn't bear it as a person who used martial arts all year round, and her eyes turned and fell on the face of Mo Zishu in Fu Qingyuan's arms.

"It's really pretending, Master Fu, she is pretending to be this woman." Helian Daixue didn't give up, and reached out to pull Mo Zishu in Fu Qingyuan's arms, but what he got was that Helian Baimu and Na Chuan shot at the same time, breaking her arm alive.

"Get out of here, I'll gouge out your eyes when I look at her again, and I'll settle accounts with you later." Fu Qingyuan said coldly. The cold words seem to have taken everyone to hell.

Helian Daixue fell to the ground and no one sympathized with her, and no doctors and nurses came to treat her wounds, the ground was very cold, but Fu Qingyuan's eyes were even colder, making her feel like she was in pain from falling into the ice cellar, she couldn't even speak, she could only retreat little by little.

Fu Qingyuan only felt that Mo Zishu in his arms was very light, and he could pick it up without much strength, and his face was also very white, but he felt that it was still as good-looking as before.

"Mr. Fu, let's put Miss Mo on this first." Dean Han had already asked people to push the moving bed over.

Although he was a little reluctant, Fu Qingyuan still put Mo Zishu on it, his movements were extremely gentle, and his eyes were full of distress. At this time, no one dared to commit nymphomaniac, because they had already seen the ruthlessness of this Mr. Fu.

"Preparing for rescue, the patient's heartbeat is abnormal, gradually weakening." The dean looked solemn, he knew the importance of blood clotting factors for a normal body, not to mention people with congenital heart disease.

Fu Qingyuan's body stiffened, and he couldn't care about the so-called image anymore, so he ran up with a bunch of doctors pushing the moving bed.

Ten minutes later

A nurse hurriedly ran out of the operating room, with the blood type of Mo Zishu that had just been measured.

After a few more minutes, the nurse came running, her face more panicked than before, and she only had one blood bag in her hand.

"Dean, no, there is only one bag of panda blood left in Curry, and it was taken by another leukemia patient for first aid." As soon as the nurse entered the operating room, she opened her mouth in a panic.

The entire operating room was immediately in a tense and solemn atmosphere.

"Oh no, the patient's bleeding tendency can't be stopped for the time being, the wound is too big, I'm afraid a bag of blood is not enough, you go out and tell Fu Shao about the situation, he should have a way." The dean also looked solemn, took the bag of panda blood in his hand and commanded.

The nurse nodded and turned out of the operating room.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Mo's current situation is very special and she needs a blood transfusion, but her blood is RH negative blood, and we only have a bag of RH negative blood in our warehouse, so the dean asked Mr. Fu for help." The nurse watched Fu Qingyuan's face get worse and worse, and she didn't dare to continue her words.

Na Chuan and Helian Bai Mu were surprised and felt congealed at the same time, because Fu Qingyuan's blood was also RH negative blood.

RH negative blood is commonly known as panda blood, just look at the word to know how precious this blood is, because of Fu Qingyuan's special identity, few people around him know that he is this blood type, and once it is known, the consequences are unimaginable.

"You go in and let the dean come out now." Fu Qingyuan's eyes were dark, and there was a dull aura around his whole body.

The dean, who received the order, immediately came out, and the position of the chief knife was handed over to the deputy.

"Let's get ready." Fu Qingyuan coldly dropped these words and turned to leave.

The dean immediately understood the meaning of Fu Qingyuan's words, and followed behind Fu Qingyuan non-stop.

The dean is one of the people who knows Fu Qingyuan's blood type, and this hospital is a branch of the Fu family. It exists in several countries, and all of them have a reserve of the blood type of panda blood in case Fu Qingyuan needs it.

Inside the hospital room

"How's she doing?" Fu Qingyuan asked in a deep voice, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry in his tone, he did have some joy in his heart.

"Miss Mo's congenital heart disease should have been well cared for when she was a child, so it has been very stable in the early stage, but there was a long period of time in the middle, which can be said to have fluctuated greatly for several years, and she often fell ill, and now she should be nursing." The dean said cautiously, his eyes glanced at the look on Fu Qingyuan's face from time to time, and the action of drawing blood on his hand was also trembling, for fear that this master would be mad.

Fu Qingyuan looked at the bright red blood flowing out of his arm, and then heard what the dean said, some of them were not a taste, and these words had been clearly remembered by him for several years, and there was some pain in his heart.

Three hours later, the red light in the operating room turned green.

Mo Zishu was lying very quietly in the ward, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Na Chuan, who was standing in the corner, had a little pain in his heart, and the tip of his nose was sour, obviously before this, people were still standing in front of him, and he owed her a lifetime of repayment.

"Let's go." Helian Baimu was grateful for Mo Zishu's mentality, but at the same time, he was a little distressed.

Fu Qingyuan sat quietly beside Mo Zishu's bed like that, motionless like a sculpture, his eyes that were unfathomably sharp as a knife and halberd on weekdays, only deep ink and helplessness were flowing at this moment.

In this way, Fu Qingyuan stayed in the ward for two hours, starting from the transfusion of 800 milliliters of blood, his face was a little pale, and he didn't eat any food until now, he just wanted to wait for Mo Zishu to wake up.

"Ahem, I want to drink water, Fu Qingyuan." The first thing Mo Zishu saw when she woke up was the white wall and the pungent smell of disinfectant water, she was a little flustered at that moment, but the moment she saw Fu Qingyuan, she was inexplicably relieved.

"Okay." Fu Qingyuan's eyes burst into a huge surprise, and he hurriedly got up and gave Mo Zishu a glass of warm water.

"How does it feel?" Fu Qingyuan watched Mo Zishu drink a few sips of water before asking cautiously.

"It's okay, Nachuan, let him in." Mo Zishu pulled a pale smile, and her tone was as soft as a feather falling on her face.

Fu Qingyuan frowned, he was indeed a little reluctant to see Na Chuan now, but he still accepted his fate.

After Na Chuan came in, he didn't dare to take a breath, so he could only stare at Mo Zishu and the boss of his family carefully, and he was really sharp behind him.

"Buy your boss some blood-replenishing food." Mo Zishu didn't look at Fu Qingyuan when she said this, she knew in her heart that before she fainted, her face was still normal, and it was impossible for her to be as pale as paper after a few hours, and the only explanation was that she was given a blood transfusion.

Fu Qingyuan's mood instantly improved when he heard these words, and even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and there was a faint hint of joy between his eyebrows.

"Okay." Na Chuan couldn't wait to get out of the ward quickly, the boss's breath was too terrifying.