Chapter 231 Think of It As A Bet (1)

Chapter 231 is a bet (1)

Su Ran hung up the phone, took Song Tingyu's hand and walked out.

Song Tingyu knew something was wrong, so he didn't even wear a suit or coat. He followed her out of the office. When the two of them entered the elevator, Su Ran took a hard breath, "Lin Chenghuan said Vichy fell off the train and broke his head..."

Song Tingyu did not make a sound, but the grip on her hand tightened. He knew there was no use saying anything now.

The elevator went straight to the underground parking lot. The two of them got out of the elevator and got into the car. Song ting rushed to the hospital as fast as he could.

When they arrived, Lin Chenghuan also took Song Weixi to the hospital. Just as Lin Chenghuan parked the car, Song Tingyu opened the door and took Song Weixi out of the back seat.

There was someone else in the car besides Lin Chenghuan who covered the wound on the back of song Vichy's head with gauze.

"Vichy..."

Su Ran saw that his body was covered in blood and his eyes were dizzy.

Lin Chenghuan wanted to go up and check, but Song Tingyu pushed him away, "Don't touch him!"

Song Tingyu put Song Weixi on the bed, and the bed ran quickly in the corridor of the hospital, with Su Ran and Song Tingyu following behind.

The huge sound of the wheel rubbing against the ground really pierced through the nerves.

It was the longest corridor in Su Ran's life, as if there was no end to it.

Finally, they reached the emergency room and needed a checkup before they could be sent to the operating room. Song Weixi's usual attending doctor, doctor Xu, also received the news and rushed over to check on Vichy's wound on the back of his head. He frowned at Su Ran and Song Tingyu, "Why don't you take good care of him? The wound isn't particularly deep, but as you know about Vichy's condition, it's very difficult for a person to recover from an injury like this..."

"Doctor Xu, what do we do now?" Su Ran said in a hoarse voice.

Doctor Xu said to the doctor and nurse behind him, "Arrange an operating room and operate immediately."

Song Weixi was sent to the operating room to stop the bleeding temporarily. It was only because of his physical condition that it was difficult to stop the bleeding, and all of this needed to be handed over to the surgeon.

Soon, Madam song and Song Mingxuan, as well as Gu Dongcheng and tian mi arrived.

Doctor Xu saw that almost all the The song family members had arrived and said, "Old Lady, Mr. Song, I just had a meeting with a few doctors in this area and suggested that Vichy undergo surgery now."

"You mean, his surgery is going to be advanced?" Old madam song said.

Doctor Xu nodded, "In Vichy's current situation, we have to do this, but there are some risks. Please be prepared..."

They were talking in doctor Xu's office, and a nurse appeared at the door, "Doctor Xu, I want you to come over to the operating room..."

When everyone rushed out of the operating room, the surgeon opened the door, took off his mask and looked at the crowd, "Which one of you is ab? He's not related to the child. He needs a lot of blood transfusions now. Our hospital's blood bank doesn't have enough blood to last until after the operation."

Because Song Tingyu was type a and Su Ran was type b, Song Weixi's blood type was ab.

Tian Mi and Su Ran have the same blood type, and neither can Gu Dongcheng.

Now, only Lin Chenghuan and Tang Zichu are here.

Lin Chenghuan looked at the crowd and said, "I'm type ab."

"You can't." Song Tingyu frowned and looked at Tang Zichu, "What's your blood type?"

"Song Boss, I have type a."

Therefore, only Lin Chenghuan was suitable.

Everyone in the know knew why Song Tingyu didn't let Lin Chenghuan give Song Weixi a blood transfusion...

But now was the crucial moment.

Tian mi said, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't Chenghuan get a blood transfusion? He's the ab type. Now Vichy matters. What are you doing?"

The surgeon also coughed softly, "Let me remind you, there is no time. Otherwise, we have to wait for us to find it. But it will take a long time and is very dangerous to the patient."

Lin Chenghuan ignored them and stepped forward, "Take me to the blood drawing room."

Song ting tried to stop him by holding his shoulder with his hand. Lin Chenghuan pushed his hand away and his face was cold, "I don't know what you're hesitating about, but didn't you hear the doctor say there was no time? Do you want to see something happen to Vichy?"

Su ran took Song Tingyu's arm and looked at Lin Chenghuan, "Thank you."

Lin Chenghuan frowned and heard the estrangement in Su Ran's voice, but at this moment, he was not in the mood to pay attention to it and followed the nurse to the blood drawing room.

Tian Mi naturally did not know what was going on. From the phone call Su Ran gave her today, to the fact that Song Weixi was taken away by Lin Chenghuan, her reaction was strange. Up until now, Lin Chenghuan's blood type was clearly the same as Song Weixi's, ab type, but Lin Chenghuan wanted to stop it.

"What's wrong?" Seeing everyone nervously staring in the direction of Lin Chenghuan's departure, tian mi said.

Gu Dongcheng shook her shoulder, pulled her back, shook her head, and motioned her not to ask any more questions. No one was in the mood to answer her now.

Tian mi nodded and knew how everyone was feeling.

"Just think of it as a gamble. There's no better way now." Madam song sighed.

Su Ran was still looking in the direction of Lin Chenghuan's departure. He was clearly far away, and there was no sign of him at all. Maybe now that everyone was already in the blood drawing room, she was still looking.

Song ting held her shoulder and leaned her face in his arms, but neither of them spoke.

Lin Chenghuan drew blood and came back. He pulled up the sleeve of one arm and held the needle in the other. He glanced at everyone and did not leave. Instead, he sat down and waited for Song Weixi to be okay before he left.

The operation was still in progress. Song Weixi had to stop the bleeding first, and then another operation was needed to transplant the hematopoietic stem cells into his body.

The cord blood collected from the dead child was about to come in handy.

Su Ran sat beside him and looked at him, "Thank you."

Lin Chenghuan took the cotton swab from the wound, threw it on the trash can and pulled down his sleeve, "I don't like you saying these words to me."

Su Ran was silent and did not speak.

"I don't know what's going on with you guys today. Maybe you're blaming me for not taking good care of Vichy?" Lin Chenghuan whispered, "I'm sorry. I took Vichy out, but now he's hurt. Ran Ran, you can blame me any way you want, but what happened to your attitude just now? I'm the only one here who can give Vichy blood, but you're obviously hesitating..."