Chapter 992

Seeing several ladies scrambling for blood, it's really strange for little nurses.

"Is it type a blood? If not, it can't be used," explained.

These ladies are worthy of the name in Jincheng circle. They are usually at home and can't wash their dishes. They are picked up and sent by drivers at any time. They haven't been hurt at all.

"When I gave birth to my child, the doctor said whether I had type a blood or type B blood? It's too long to remember."

"I also have children. I've checked this thing, but it's been more than 20 years. I really can't remember it clearly."

Mrs. Qiao was about to agree, so she heard her son say:

"Come on, mom, don't delay the doctor to save people. We don't have a type a blood in our family."

Here, all right.

Mrs. Joe really wanted to help, so she had to rest her mind.

Mrs. Gu knows her blood type:

"I'm panda blood," he said helplessly.

I don't know if it's really a coincidence. The ladies outside, even the two bodyguards, are not type a blood.

Just as everyone looked at me and I looked at you, Tan Qingshu stepped forward again:

"I am!"

Um?

After the nurse reacts, she directly pulls the person:

"Come with me."

Then the door of the operating room closed again.

When Gu Yichen arrived, several bodyguards with minor injuries wrapped up their wounds and stayed here. Some had white gauze wrapped around their heads, and some didn't need to wear any more clothes. Their upper bodies were directly wrapped with several layers of white gauze, and some clubbed with simple crutches from the hospital.

Anyway, it's just as miserable as it looks. It's all gone.

At least, everyone must stay here until the second batch of people sent by the Mohists arrive.

Otherwise, in case of any more accidents, everyone can apologize with death.

An hour later...

Two hours later...

Three and a half hours later, the door of the operating room opened again.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Yes, moboyuan is out.

This man was also very tenacious, and the anesthesiologist had to marvel.

I can recover so quickly and stay awake. I don't want everyone to push out sideways. I have to sit in a wheelchair.

After seeing it, the surgeon agreed:

"If he wants to sit in a wheelchair, just sit in a wheelchair. It's okay. It's a big deal. Fix it again and bandage it."

Mo Boyuan must come out in a wheelchair so that he can sit outside the operating room and wait for his wife to come out.

It's not that you can't have fluids in a wheelchair, but it's not very good to lie in the hospital bed and wait here, is it?

Not just for the sake of others.

Don't scare people!

The most serious injury of Mo Boyuan was the fracture of his hand and leg. The rest of the bomb fragments were only flesh and did not hurt the vital points, so the doctor took them out directly and wrapped them with stitches.

But the little wife, who obviously looks in good condition, hasn't come out yet.

Moboyuan had learned from the bodyguard that his little wife had an accident during the operation. He was so anxious that he almost got out of the wheelchair and rushed into the operating room. Fortunately, he was held by the bodyguard:

"Madam, it's all right. Tan Er doesn't give blood transfusion."

"Tan Qingshu?"

"Yes, boss."

Mo Boyuan said well, this time he owes Tan Laoer an adult!

"Where is he?"

"Haven't come out yet. Rest inside."

Another hour passed...

The door of the operating room finally opened again and everyone outside surrounded it.