Chapter 1081: Blood

Inside, several injured people were pushed into the operating room, as for the others, it didn't matter much, with minor injuries, or no injuries.

Su Qingdong and Zhu Xianglan hurried to the hospital, and the Ye family came on the side. Ye Jianguo was naturally anxious. He stood up from time to time, very worried about Sun Yuhan inside, but now the incident and cause, they still I don’t know. The police did not investigate. Now the most important thing is that people are fine.

"Dad, don't worry, it will be fine."

Ye Chuji comforted Ye Jianguo. Although he didn’t like his sister’s daughter, his old man always couldn’t ignore it, and he found out that his heart was cold, and he didn’t really have much worry. .

The child born by his sister is completely different from her. He just couldn't give birth to anything. When it was added, Ye Jianguo's favoritism put his own grandchildren aside, and he scolded every day. Li Xiao, still have to fight to kill.

The rivers and mountains that he worked so hard to keep were guarded day and night, but in the end they were all left to an outsider. To be honest, he was not too reluctant, not because of property problems, but because Ye Jianguo was unfair. Mind thinking, this heart is indeed partial.

The door of the operating room was suddenly opened, and a nurse came out quickly. Ye Jianguo also stood upright with a cry, and the whole palm was also sweat with a palm.

"Who is Su Muran's family?" The nurse asked quickly, and after hearing Su Muran's name, Ye Jianguo sat down again, not his granddaughter. .

"I am," Su Qingdong stood up quickly. "I am Su Muran's father."

"That's good," the nurse said again. "Miss Su is a rare type of RH-negative AB blood. Our hospital does not have this kind of blood preparation. You and we will go to the blood test immediately."

The nurse thought, this is the father and daughter, the daughter is like this, the father should be too.

The blood color on Su Qingdong's face also faded quickly. RH-negative AB blood type, he is not. Su Muran's blood type is very strange, completely different from him and Zhu Xianglan.

But this is not to say that Su Muran is not a child of his Su family, nor his daughter of Su Qingdong, and she is indeed a daughter of the Su family. Because her blood type is exactly the same as the old lady Su.

This type of blood type is inherently inherited and is a recessive gene of the Su family.

"I'm not..." Su Qingdong licked his chapped lips.

"Isn't it?" The nurses are all in a hurry, are they waiting to save people, or are they still dads? Instead of pumping the blood out, just squinting so that you can save your life.

"I'm not of that blood type," Su Qingdong said incredibly hard, and his throat was like something choked, the gas went in through the rear tube, and then it was all blocked there.

He is not, he cannot be saved, nor can he be saved.

He is a father, if it can, even if all the blood on his body is exhausted, it does not matter, but he is not, he is not of this blood type

"What should I do?" The nurse was also anxious. "Isn't her mother?"

Su Qingdong froze for a while, then nodded, "Neither."

"Let's think of a way again," the nurse anxiously went to the hospital to discuss where to get this blood type, but this blood type is really too scarce, and today is just right, there is no such blood Blood match.

Su Qingdong sat down powerlessly, and suddenly Huan Zeng said in his ear, that sentence was like a curse.

"Mr. Su, you are so sure. Your daughter's illness is really good. She will not relapse. She no longer needs bone marrow or blood?"

He didn't care about it at the time, but now he thinks about it, but there is a fear that is occupying his whole body little by little, the feeling of being stung by the cold, almost wrapped his whole heart.

Blood, yes, blood.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and found a series of numbers in it. Originally, the series of numbers was deleted by him, but he didn't know why. In the end, he stayed.

However, his fingers were always unable to press.

Even if he finds it, will this person save his daughter?

Will he answer his phone?

But he didn't know anything about it. He couldn't guess the woman's mind, and he couldn't understand her heart, but now, he has nothing but her.

No, there are, he still throws.

He suddenly put down his phone, and now he found a call.

"Secretary Wu, can you help me contact the people who gave my daughter blood transfusions to see if they can still be contacted? I will buy their blood at a high price."

Yes, not only Yanhuan is the blood type in this world, there are other people, Yanhuan is not willing to donate, and there are other people, as long as they have money, are they still worried about not buying blood?

He put the phone on his lap, almost anxiously waiting for years. He never felt that time would be so slow, so slow that he almost counted time, counted minutes, counted seconds.

Soon after, his cell phone rang, and when he was nervous, he almost did not drop his cell phone on the ground.

He quickly picked up the phone and put it on his ears, and some joy appeared on his face. Did you find the blood?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I have just looked for people. They are not in the sea market now, and it is impossible to rush past them nearby."

Su Taidong squeezed his mobile phone hard, he bit his teeth, and then found the phone number that he hardly ever saw, he squeezed his fingers tightly, then loosened, and once loosened, he gripped again. .

Then I pressed a call button and waited for the call there to connect.

Soon after, the ringing of the phone ceased, but his heart was beating fast, as if it was received, not right, it was received, it was really received, but he was starting to be afraid, also starting to be nervous, palms There was also some sweat, and it was almost impossible to hold the phone.

"who are you?"

What came over the phone was not Yan Huan's voice, because it was not a woman, but a man.

"I..." He licked his chapped lips, "I'll find Yan Huan."

"You have something to do with her?" Lu Yi asked lightly, also lowering his voice, and he lowered his head, and then gently stroked Yan Huan's hair with one hand, she fell asleep, and now she is familiar with sleeping, It may also be because it is too tiring. Filming is not like anything else, it is indeed quite tiring.

There was no reply on the phone. Lu Yi took the phone in front of him and stared at the caller number.

This number is familiar, it seems to have been seen where.