As soon as the door opened, An Ran, Bai Xiang and Qiao Mu, immediately stood up nervously.

After hearing the little nurse's words, An Ran's legs weakened, and the whole person fell to the ground, her eyes widened, and she looked at the little nurse in front of her in disbelief.

Bai Xiang's heart was also suddenly mentioned, but he kept his senses, "What's the matter?" ”

"Heavy bleeding during surgery."

"Then a blood transfusion!" Shiro wanted to scream.

"A lot of blood is needed, no blood!" The little nurse's face turned pale.

Rh-negative blood is blood that is extremely deficient.

"Use mine." Qiao Mu gritted his teeth and spoke.

The little nurse looked at Qiao Mu and shook her head, "It takes at least a thousand milliliters, and if you smoke another thousand milliliters, your life will be in danger." ”

Qiao Mu was stunned.

Bai Xiang grabbed Qiao Mu, "I'll go find someone." ”

So saying, he led her out.

The hospital is full of people, but RH negative blood is extremely scarce, for a while, where to find blood?

Bai Xiang gritted his teeth, held his illusions, and yelled in the hall, "Excuse me, who is the RH blood type?" Our friend is in dire need of blood to save his life! Please donate blood! ”

The people around gathered around, and after hearing the name of the blood type, they shook their heads and left.

Only one in tens of thousands of people has RH-negative blood.

There is a Ma Liang, the probability of being able to touch an arbor is already extremely low, how can they be lucky enough to meet another one?

Half an hour passed.

An Ran recovered from her initial sadness and shouted with Bai Xiang, her voice was hoarse, but still no one came out to donate blood.

An Ran became more and more desperate, and she could almost feel that Ma Liang's life was slowly dissipating.

Looking at Bai Xiang's appearance, Qiao Mu gritted his teeth, "Otherwise, use mine!" ”

"No way!" Bai Xiang flatly refused, how could she use Qiao Mu's life to save Ma Liang?

An Ran looked at Qiao Mu and closed his mouth.

If a normal person loses 1,000 milliliters of blood, he may be in danger, and if he loses 1,500 milliliters, he will definitely die, and Qiao Mu has already drawn 300 milliliters, and now he can't draw blood anymore.

She has no right to ask others to risk their lives to save her boyfriend.

An Ran opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and speechless.

Qiao Mu clenched his fists, looking at Bai Xiang's reddened eyes, although his voice was delicate, his attitude was very firm: "Think about it, try it, if you smoke another thousand milliliters, you may not die, my family usually eats well, I have a lot of blood!" ”

"Nope." I didn't want to think about it, and I wanted to refuse again.

"Think ......"

"Ye Qiaomu, don't look for death!" Shiro wanted to be angry.

Qiao Mu lowered his head at this time.

Not far away, there was a luxurious man, dressed in a white Tang suit, and the whole person was elegant like an ancient son.

Mo Shangren is like jade, a noble son, he is talking about him.

The man was about thirty years old, his eyes were staring at this side, and when he saw Qiao Mu, his warm eyes released a touch of evil that did not match his image, and a smile on the corner of his lips rippled out.

Behind him, someone spoke, "Big boss, what do you see?" ”

Looking at the man's line of sight, the man gasped, "Big boss, you don't want to donate blood, do you?" Your status is precious, you can't ......"

Before the man could finish speaking, the man took a step forward and walked forward.

Bai Xiang was desperate, and saw that there was an extra man in front of him.

raised his head, and was dressed in elegant white by the other party, and shook his eyes.