Chapter 992
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Seeing a few rich ladies scrambling for blood, this was quite a rare sight for the young nurse.
"Is it type A blood? If it's not, it can't be used, "she explained.
These few were truly rich ladies in Jin City's social circle. Usually, at home, they wouldn't even wash the vegetables. When they went in and out, they were chauffeured at any time. They had never been injured at all.
"When I gave birth, the doctor said that I had type A or B blood? It's been too long, I can't remember. "
"I also checked this thing when I gave birth, but it's been more than 20 years. I really can't remember."
Madam Qiao was about to agree when she heard her own son say,
"Alright, Mom, don't delay the doctor from saving people. We don't have any type A blood in our family."
This … Alright.
Madam Qiao wanted to help, but she could only give up.
As for Madam Gu, she knew her blood type.
"I have Rh-negative blood." She said helplessly.
Perhaps it was too much of a coincidence, but the ladies outside, including the two bodyguards, were not type A.
Just as everyone was looking at each other, Tan Qingshu walked forward again.
"I am!"
Eh?
When the nurse reacted, she pulled him back.
"Follow me."
Then, the door of the operating theater closed again.
When Gu Yichen arrived, a few bodyguards with lighter injuries had already finished bandaging their wounds and were guarding the place. Some of them had circles of white gauze wrapped around their heads. Some of them did not even need to wear their clothes. Their upper bodies were wrapped in a few layers of white gauze, and some of them were using simple crutches from the hospital.
In any case, they were all wiped out.
At the very least, everyone had to stay here until the second batch of people sent by the Mo family arrived.
Otherwise, if something happened again, everyone could atone for their sins with their lives.
An hour passed …
Two hours passed …
Three and a half hours later, the door of the operating theater opened again.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
Yes, Mo Boyuan came out.
This person's willpower was very tenacious. Even the anesthesiologist couldn't help but be amazed.
He could actually recover so quickly and stay awake. He even refused to let everyone push him out and insisted on sitting in a wheelchair.
After the surgeon took a look, he agreed.
"If he wants to sit in a wheelchair, so be it. It's fine. At most, we'll just reattach and bandage him."
And Mo Boyuan insisted on sitting in a wheelchair so that he could sit outside the operating theater and wait for his wife to come out.
It wasn't like he couldn't be given an infusion in a wheelchair, but it wouldn't be good if he lay on the hospital bed and waited, right?
It wasn't just for the sake of others.
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