If you have something to say, go home and talk, "Zheng Ren said lightly and turned to leave.
"I didn't! You're the one who wronged me! " The woman shouted like a ghost, muttering the same words as before. There was only confusion and helplessness in her eyes.
Zheng Ren shook his head. He did not want to get involved in these messy things.
It was difficult for an upright official to resolve family disputes. Zheng Ren had been working in the clinic for a long time and was more resistant to saying who was right and who was wrong with a sense of justice.
That was a judge's job, not a doctor's. Just now, he had pulled the two of them apart to prevent the man from continuing to hit them.
If they could pass, they could pass. If not, they could leave. What was the point of hitting them?
"I've tested the child twice and called the blood transfusion department to confirm repeatedly. There's no mistake," the pediatrician said. "If there's a mistake, it's probably you guys …"
When Zheng Ren turned to leave, he heard the pediatrician talking to the woman.
"I didn't!" the woman screamed. From the beginning, she seemed to have only said that.
"Actually, blood type is also a matter of probability. There will be errors in many cases. Why don't the two of you find time to do a paternity test? Surgery … There's no hurry, I … "
Before the pediatrician could finish his words of advice, Zheng Ren heard a chaotic sound coming from behind him.
A few people were desperately pulling the woman, but she seemed to have gone crazy and wanted to open the window. It looked like she was going to jump off the building and die.
She was very determined, and a few people could not hold her back.
Zheng Ren turned around and saw this scene. At first, he was a little stunned, but then his heart skipped a beat. Looking at the woman's appearance, it did not seem like something was wrong, but that was not important. He could not think of anything else. Let's not talk about death first.
Turning around and walking over, Zheng Ren grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her down.
"Don't get agitated, calm down," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"You … You've wronged me … I … didn't …" The woman sobbed, her voice intermittent.
"The blood type may not be accurate. Don't be so agitated," Zheng Ren said.
However, this sentence was completely unconvincing. Even with the bonus of charm, the woman acted as if she did not hear him in her agitated state.
It was a mess here, and Zheng Ren felt a headache.
Seeing that both the man and the woman refused to listen to him, Zheng Ren had no choice but to ask the pediatrician and a few others to control the woman. He then approached the man and asked, "Are you type O?"
The man was a little confused in his anger. After he calmed down, everything he had built in the past disappeared, leaving behind only ruins.
He muttered something. Zheng Ren listened carefully. He whispered that it was fake … It was fake …
His worldview was shattered and he was confused. Zheng Ren sighed.
"Bro, calm down. We don't know what's going on yet." Zheng Ren wanted to pull the man up, but he was as heavy as a pile of mud.
"Get up." Zheng Ren dragged him away. "Come with me for a smoke to calm down."
After much effort, Zheng Ren and a few security guards dragged the man to the smoking room outside.
Zheng Ren lit a cigarette and handed it to the man.
His eyes were empty, and he subconsciously took the cigarette and took a puff.
With just a puff, the man coughed violently. Although it was painful, the stimulation of the tobacco seemed to have awakened a little vitality.
"Don't smoke if you don't know how to smoke," Zheng Ren said.
The man stubbornly did not say anything and took another puff. The spicy tobacco irritated his respiratory tract, and another violent cough woke him up a little.
"Don't panic. I'll take you to the emergency department for a checkup later," Zheng Ren said.
The man was silent, as if he did not hear what Zheng Ren said.
"If you're type O, there's a small probability that you'll have a pseudo-type O," Zheng Ren said briefly. Then, he asked, "You know your blood type. Did you have a blood transfusion or a physical examination?"
"A physical examination," the man whispered.
"You've never had a blood transfusion, right?" Zheng Ren asked again to confirm.
The man nodded slightly and smoked in silence.
"Your lover almost jumped off a building just now. Don't be so agitated. Calm down," Zheng Ren said.
However, the man ignored him and just smoked in silence while coughing.
Zheng Ren knew that it was easy for him to talk. Who could calm down when faced with such a situation?
He would wait and see. In the time it took to smoke, Zheng Ren had already thought of a way to deal with the problem.
"You know Eason Chen, right?" Zheng Ren asked.
The surrounding security guards were stunned for a moment.
Why did Boss Zheng say that? At a time like this, there was no need to talk about Eason Chen, right?
"Eason Chen is type O, his wife, Xu Haoyu, is type B, and Eason Chen's child, Chen Kangdi, is type A," Zheng Ren said. "Although the probability is small, it's indeed possible."
After hearing Zheng Ren's words, the man raised his head in a daze.
Perhaps the example Zheng Ren gave was too direct, or perhaps Eason Chen was too famous. Was this kind of top-notch singing god also in his situation?
There was a little light in the man's eyes, but there was more confusion and … fear.
"There's a one in a hundred thousand chance. Bombay's blood type is the so-called pseudo-type O blood." Zheng Ren saw that the man seemed to be listening to him, so he patted his shoulder. "Don't think of the worst in everything. Check it out first."
"You …" the man looked at Zheng Ren and asked in confusion.
"I'm a doctor from the 912." Zheng Ren knew that he was not wearing a white coat when he went to the cafeteria to eat, so he explained.
"The ABO blood type is not only controlled by the I, IA, and IB genes. There's also the precursor H/h. When the genotype is HH, whether it's I, IA, or IB, they all appear as type O. When the genotype is H, the blood type is determined by I, IA, and IB. "Zheng Ren did not make it easy to understand.
He did not want the man to understand, but used professional words to stabilize the man's heart.
Not understanding was a very common method. In fact, the patient's family did not need to know much professional knowledge. After all, there were specializations in the industry. They only needed to know that the doctor who treated them or their loved ones was very professional.
"Doctor, what's your surname?" the man was indeed shocked. He asked in a low voice.
"My surname is Zheng," Zheng Ren said. "Don't be too agitated if there's anything. Is there anyone like you who would hit their wife in public?"
The man lowered his head in embarrassment.
"After smoking, I'll take you to the emergency department for a check-up," Zheng Ren said. "If it's true, it's a blessing in disguise for you."
"Huh?"
"Bombay's blood type. There's almost no spare blood at the blood bank. If you need a blood transfusion in the future … Forget it, let's check it out first. "Zheng Ren did not explain in detail. After he finished smoking, he brought the man to the emergency department.
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