Chapter 262： there's a good show

"The results are all in the face. The blood type of the fetus is a little troublesome. It is said that it will be sent to the head to check, and it will take several days to come down."

Sister Niu handed the test report to Meimei, with a very confused expression. She had hit so many mistresses, and this was the first time she had encountered such a thing.

"Chang Qingshan's father is type A, and the old witch is type B, so their offspring are likely to be the four blood types of A, B, AB and O, but now it is clear that Chang Qingshan is not an ordinary blood type."

He frowned, if he could get Evergreen Mountain's blood test, it would be great.

Sister Niu nodded and said, "Yes, the doctor friend I know also said the same, but my doctor friend also said that there is another possibility that it is a recessive gene or something. It may be that there is a rare blood type in the blood of the mistress. The recessive gene has been mutated, and it is hard to say now, and it will take three days to know the result."

"It has nothing to do with Zhen Wanwan, the rare blood type must be inherited from Evergreen Mountain, and it is absolutely impossible to be a recessive gene." Meimei is very sure.

If it is a recessive gene, then Bao Rina and the fetus have only a small chance of being a rare blood type, but now they have one blood type in their entire life. Obviously, it is not recessive, but dominant.

Big Sister Niu didn't understand, Ren Qianqian explained Bao Rina's blood type in a low voice, Big Sister Niu was stunned for a long time, patted her thigh heavily, and scolded: "This old lady is stealing people and selling it..."

"I can't be sure yet. Let's wait until the blood type results of the fetus come down. If it's really what we guessed... Hmph, it's going to be a lot of fun!"

Meimei looked at the show, and Chang Qingshan's father kept saying that Bao Rina was the granddaughter of the Chang family, and he couldn't give it to him, but if he didn't even own his son... what else could this old man say?

After wearing a green hat for nearly 30 years, the old man must be very comfortable!

Three days later, the results came out. Zhen Wanwan was also a normal blood type, but the fetus, like Bao Rina, was a very rare Mumbai blood type. The hospital attached great importance to this and listed Zhen Wanwan as a key target, and created a separate file.

The old witch didn't understand the truth at all, and she was even very proud. She felt that Zhen Wanwan deserved to be the daughter-in-law she looked at. She was lucky. Others had to pay for the pregnancy test, but Zhen Wanwan didn't even have to spend a penny. The hospital Said the whole process is free!

The family collectively forgot that Bao Rina was also a rare blood type, a grandson whose heart was in Zhen Wanwan's belly.

After hearing this, Chang Qingshan was a little suspicious. He vaguely remembered that Qiqi had mentioned it before. His daughter Bao Rina has a very special blood type, and his unborn son has a special blood type. Could it be that his blood type is also special?

Speaking of which, Chang Qingshan still doesn't know what blood type he is, and has never been in the habit of testing blood types. If there is no disease or disaster, who would go for a blood test?

"My dad doesn't have a special blood type, right? Does our family have a special blood type?" Chang Qingshan said to himself.

The old witch who came out with a bowl of chicken soup, heard Chang Qingshan's words, her heart skipped a beat, and almost knocked over the chicken soup. At this time, she thought of the fatal point of her blood type, and couldn't help panicking.

But she soon felt at ease. The old man must have a special blood type. He and that person have the same blood, so there can be no problem.

"What kind of blood can your dad have? It must be the same blood as his grandson!"

The old witch rolled her son's eyes, handed the chicken soup to Zhen Wanwan, and said softly, "Wanwan will drink the chicken soup soon, don't starve my precious grandson."

Zhen Wanwan glanced at the oily chicken soup and took it over with her nausea. If it wasn't to please Chang Qingshan, she wouldn't even want to look at the old woman, she was so ugly and sloppy that she wanted to vomit.

There is nothing she cooks that suits her heart!

"Thank you mom, drink this chicken soup. You have taken care of me these past few days. I have lost weight. The doctor said that I can't eat too well now, otherwise the fetus is too big and may come out early. The procedures here in Qingshan are all If it's not done, I don't want your grandson to be black when he comes out..."

Zhen Wanwan made a pun, and she was very proud to see that the family members were moved by her own words.

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