The butterfly dancer clears his mind.

It seems that he has experienced eternal years, and his speech is a little unnatural, and he said to Wu Ziming astringently:

"Mom, even if it's really that disease, we have to find a way to cure Dad, we can't give up. ”

Wu Ziming looked at his son's firm eyes, and replied with the same affirmation:

"Son, I will never give up, even if there is a glimmer of hope, I will try, so we must be mentally healthy now, and after a while, we can help Dad with all our might. ”

The firm eyes and tenacious will of the mother and son infected the two doctors in the carriage.

Dong Xin didn't speak, but his mind was thinking about the problems in front of him for the mother and son.

A few minutes later, Dong Xin suddenly said;

"Oh, it's just up to the two of you, hurry up, there's equipment in the car, Wu Ziming, I have to collect your blood first." ”

Wu Ziming also reacted, and quickly stretched out his arm,

Bringing a tourniquet himself, Dong Xin skillfully began to collect blood for Wu Ziming.

The first time they collected 500 milliliters, which exceeded the normal amount of blood collection, as doctors, they all knew that the thigh artery was bleeding, and 500 milliliters was probably not enough, and at this time, Wu Ziming's face was no longer bloody.

Wu Ziming shook his head with a wry smile, as if to say that his body was too useless. Dong Xin cast a reassuring look, took back the blood bag and put it in the storage box.

Seeing her mother's pale face, the butterfly insect knew that it must have taken too much blood, and it could be seen from her mother's eyes that it was definitely not enough. So he hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his pink arm, and said:

"My, I'm the same blood type. ”

Wu Ziming was moved when he saw his son's actions, but he smiled and shook his head, helped the butterfly worm roll up his sleeves and withdraw his arm and said:

"You're too young, not yet old enough to donate blood, it's useless to collect less, and it will hurt your body if you have more, until you have to, you better stay honest with me." ”

The butterfly dancer didn't want to disobey her mother, so she didn't say anything. Slowly sit back in your seat.

Dong Xin took out a packet of sugar water in the car and handed it to Wu Ziming, who slowly took a few sips.

Dong Xin turned his head and looked at the butterfly worm like a monster, and thought, is this a seven-year-old child? Needless to say, his extraordinary comprehension ability is the same as his mother, and he hasn't shed a single tear. Both of them are as strong as steel.

All the way, I was anxious, and there was nothing else to say.

The ambulance finally stopped, and the driver shouted:

"It's here, hurry up, don't miss the time. ”

The group quickly entered the hospital and came to the emergency operating room, and Dong Xin had long since disappeared because it was about to enter the operating room. Wu Ziming also wanted to go, but surgery was not her specialty.

At this time, there was already a group of people standing outside the emergency operating room, including Yan Die's colleagues, leaders, and family members of injured colleagues, and two slightly injured cameramen were also among them, all waiting for Yan Die's news.

Wu Ziming greeted them, and sat silently on the chair next to him with the two insects, the mobile phone kept ringing, the people next to him came and went, time passed, and Wu Ziming's mother and father also rushed to the hospital.

Wu Ziming had a conversation with his mother, and his father was listening, and when he heard that there was only one day to live if he was rescued in time, Wu Ziming's mother cried and said:

"Yan Die is really a good boy, but why is his life so hard, he grew up in an orphanage, he was lonely, he was out interviewing and running around every day, and now he is like this again. God, why don't you open your eyes and take a look, if he leaves, leaving behind this orphan and widow, how will he live this life? ”

At this point, Wu Ziming's father hurriedly hugged his wife's shoulder.

Reassuring:

"Okay, old woman, don't think about that, the important thing now is whether there is a way to save Yan Die. ”

Wu Ziming's tears swirled in the circles of his eyes, but he always insisted and did not let the tears flow. Hearing her father's words, she just closed her eyes lightly and shook her head, she didn't speak, and she didn't dare to speak, she was afraid that she would cry as soon as she spoke. She could only be silent.

An hour had passed, and most of the people had already arrived in the lounge, and only this family was left in front of the operating room. A doctor in the operating room walked out, dressed in a surgical gown and wearing gloves, and said eagerly:

"As for the patient's wife, because the patient had bled too much before, it still needs at least 500 milliliters to complete the suture operation, and the blood bank does not have this kind of blood, you should contact us quickly, and the blood will be delivered within an hour. With that, he turned around and went in again.

After listening to this, Wu Ziming knew that there was no such blood in the blood bank, and this doctor should have been sent by Dong Xin and specially notified them, although it did not meet the regulations of the hospital, but Wu Ziming could only let him figure out a way.

Wu Ziming did not hesitate, walked to the blood bank to ask for a bleeding bag, tied a tourniquet by himself, found a corner where no one was and began to collect blood.

She knows the people in the blood bank, and she knows that she has collected 500 milliliters of blood in the ambulance before, and the hospital must have a record, and the regulations stipulate that a person can collect a maximum of 800 milliliters of blood at a time, and if another 500 milliliters are collected is 1,000 milliliters, it is easy to cause shock and some adverse reactions, and even death.

The hospital will not agree.

So she can only take this special method and collect blood herself.

Watching the blood slowly crawl over the scale little by little, Wu Ziming felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and he had no strength in his whole body, and he only thought in his heart, five hundred milliliters, it's almost there.

When the blood flowed to the 500 milliliter position, Wu Ziming was already as white as paper, top-heavy, and crumbling, she worked hard to pull out the needle on her body, and walked towards the operating room step by step with the blood bag on the wall.

Others didn't know that she had taken blood, and the people in the blood bank naturally didn't do the registration of entering and leaving the library because Wu Ziming wanted to deliberately conceal it, so they didn't know.

And the insect didn't know how much blood to collect, and when Wu Ziming was about to approach the operating room, suddenly a pair of children's hands grabbed her hand.

"Aunt Mai, what's wrong with you?"

It was a cute little girl who grabbed Wu Ziming, none other than Director Zhang Dong's baby girl Zhang Xiaoya, this pull was bad, Wu Ziming was already unable to support it, let her pull it, the center of gravity was off, and she fell down and fell into a coma.

The butterfly worm has been paying attention to her mother's actions, and followed her mother to the blood bank, and when she saw that it was not good, she was the first to rush up, but she couldn't hold Wu Ziming, Wu Ziming's blood bag was in her hand, but the link on the blood bag was not broken, the blood bag was squeezed, and the blood sprayed out from the needle, splashing all over the ground, and Wu Ziming couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground and fainted.

When the butterfly dancer saw that her mother had fainted, she quickly shouted

"Doctor, doctor, save my mom. ”

He took the blood bag from his mother's hand. glared at Zhang Xiaoya.

Wu Ziming's father and mother also rushed over when they heard the sound, and together with several nurses, carried Wu Ziming into the emergency room.

The butterfly dancer was about to explode, grabbed Zhang Xiaoya's ears, and said with a slight force:

"You are my nemesis, killing people is not worth your life, every time I see you, it will be no good thing. You're a little girl. I'm. ”

twisted Zhang Xiaoya's ears with his hand. The little girl screamed with a headache, how could the people next to her have the time to care about these two villains, they all went to see Wu Ziming.

Naturally, he would not abuse other people's butterfly insects like this, but Zhang Xiaoya has played with him since he was a child, and he can be said to be a childhood sweetheart, and the butterfly insects naturally have no scruples.

Zhang Xiaoya begged for mercy:

"Brother Bug, I was wrong, you let go, it hurts me to death. ”

At this time, the dancing butterfly insect suddenly saw that the blood in the blood bag was about 350 milliliters, and what he had just heard from the doctor was to ask for 500 milliliters, and then looked at the blood splashed on the ground, he understood in his heart, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, let go of the hand that was twisting Zhang Xiaoya's ears, and said:

"You've caused such a big disaster, you're embarrassed to say it hurts, I'll give you a chance, now you have to do me a favor, I won't blame you anymore. ”

Zhang Xiaoya looked at the blood in the ground and was scared, and when she heard the dancing butterfly insect say that she could help, she was happy to say when she heard the words:

"What's the busy?"

Dancing butterfly insect says:

"Lend me your headband. ”

Zhang Xiaoya said:

"What do you want this for?"

The butterfly dancer said eagerly:

"Don't ask, do you still want to taste the taste of twisting your ears?"

When Zhang Xiaoya heard this, she hurriedly took off her head rope and handed it over to the dancing butterfly insect. Afraid to hide aside.

The butterfly worm followed his mother's example and found a corner where no one was, he tied the head rope to his arm, and pierced the needle into the blood vessels of his elbow.

The little fist clenched and loosened, it really looked like a mother, and the blood in the blood bag climbed up little by little, but he was young, his body was a little thin, the blood pressure was insufficient, and the head rope was short and thin, and after a few minutes, it was less than four hundred milliliters, which was too slow.

The butterfly insect turned his heart sideways and untied the head rope, this time the speed of blood collection was faster, it was about to reach 500 milliliters at once, and the insect didn't have time to tie the head rope again, and said to Zhang Xiaoya, who was standing on the side and looking stupid: "You hold my arm hard with both hands." ”

Zhang Xiaoya didn't dare not listen, but she was afraid, and tiptoed to grab the upper arm of the butterfly insect, and the butterfly insect gently pulled out the needle, and the technique was great.

But how much strength can a little girl have, how can she hold it.

With a bang, a handful of blood splashed onto Zhang Xiaoya's face with the pull of the needle.

Zhang Xiaoya was so frightened that she cried.

It's okay not to cry, this crying blood mixed with tears has turned this beautiful and cute little face into a little flower face.

The butterfly worm looked at this little face, couldn't help laughing, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, okay, don't cry, go wash your face, I forgive you, you can't wash it off when it's late, you have to live with my blood for the rest of your life." ”

Zhang Xiaoya was even more scared, and hurriedly went to find a place to wash her face.

The dancing butterfly worm hurriedly took the blood bag to the emergency room, pressed the bell, and after a while, someone from inside took the blood bag and asked:

"Has the blood type been confirmed, and why hasn't the blood bank notified us?"

Dancing Butterfly Insect said: "My mother is Wu Ziming, and the blood she collected for herself is the same panda blood in our whole family." ”

The doctor knew this in his heart and said solemnly:

"Oh, okay. ”

Turned around and went into the operating room.

The butterfly worm breathed a sigh of relief, and finally passed the test in a fool's way, hoping that his father could get through this level first.

At this time, he saw himself in the mirror on the door of the operating room, and jumped down, it turned out that he was also pale, and suddenly felt dizzy for a while, and he was about to fall to the ground.

At this time, a pair of big hands suddenly dragged him up from behind. He was dizzy, and when he looked back, it was Zhang Xiaoya's father, Zhang Dong, who led Xiaoya to drag him down.

Zhang Dong picked up the shelf of the public security chief, bent on seeking justice for his daughter, and said:

"You kid, what kind of ability is it to bully a little girl. Did you learn that at the academy?"

At this time, Zhang Dong only knew that Yan Die had a car accident, and he didn't know that he was in a situation, so he thought that he should be fine, so he said so, otherwise he really didn't have the heart to play tricks with the two children.

The butterfly insect cheered up his spirits and said without humility or arrogance:

"Uncle Zhang, you really misunderstood me, Xiaoya made it like that to help me, and I also wanted to save my father, I'm afraid I won't have a father. ”

There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

张东 says:

"You have a good heart, it seems that you are quite sensible, and you will collect blood by yourself?

You don't have to worry, Yan Die is blessed with a great life, isn't it just a trauma?

It's not a big deal to bleed a little. Let's go out with me for a bite to eat, your face is so white."

Dancing butterfly insect says:

"I'm not going, I'm waiting for news from my dad, my mom has also fallen, I must not fall, I will hold on until my father gets better, although there is little hope, but I believe in sincerity, gold and stone are open. ”

Zhang Dong heard that he had something to say. A bad premonition rose in his heart, and he asked:

"You ghost, does your father have other incurable diseases besides external injuries?"

Butterfly Dancing Insect Road:

"Dad was in a car accident before he was in a coma, and he was diagnosed in the ICU, and the nervous system was running at high speed in the coma, and the bone marrow was slowly drying up. ”

When Zhang Dong heard this, his eyes were dazed, he recalled the previous cases, and his voice cooled down and said:

"How long?"

The butterfly dancer replied:

"It's been about three hours. ”

Zhang Dong touched the head of the dancing butterfly worm and subconsciously comforted:

"It's okay, it's okay, he's going to be fine. ”

But Zhang Dong himself didn't believe this comforting word.

The butterfly dancer couldn't hide his depressed mood, although he knew that Zhang Dong was comforting himself, he still bit his lip and nodded helplessly.