"Go home and say something." Zheng Ren said faintly and turned to leave.

"I didn't! You wronged me!" The woman roared, like a fierce ghost, muttering the same words just now, and her eyes were only confused and helpless.

Zheng Ren shook his head. He didn't want to take care of these messy things.

It's hard for honest officials to stop housework. Zheng Ren has been working in clinic for a long time and is more resistant to saying who is right and who is wrong.

That's the job of a judge, not a doctor. Just now, I just pulled them apart and didn't let the man continue to beat people.

If you can pass, you can't leave. What's the matter with beating people.

"I tested the child twice, called the blood transfusion department again and again, and confirmed that there would be no mistake." The pediatrician said, "if it's wrong, it's probably you..."

When Zheng Ren turned and left, he heard the pediatrician and the woman say.

"I didn't!" The woman screamed. From the beginning, she seemed to say only one sentence.

"In fact, the blood type is also a probability. There will be errors in many cases. Either you two find time to have a paternity test? Surgery... Don't worry, I..."

Before the pediatrician's words of advice were finished, Zheng Ren heard a chaotic voice behind him.

Several people tried to pull the woman, and she seemed crazy to open the window. It seems that he is going to jump from a building to show his ambition by death.

She was so determined that several people couldn't hold her around.

Zheng Ren looked back and saw this scene. He was stunned at first, and then his heart moved. It seems that women really don't look like something, but it doesn't matter. I can't think of anything else. Don't talk about the dead first.

Turning back, Zheng Ren grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her down.

"Take it easy and calm down." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

"You... Wronged me... I... Didn't..." the woman sobbed, and her words were intermittently out of tune.

"The blood type may not be accurate. Don't be so excited." Zheng Rendao.

But this sentence is completely unconvincing. Even if it has the bonus of charm value, women seem not to hear it when they are excited.

It's a mess here. Zheng Ren feels a headache.

Seeing that men and women couldn't listen, Zheng Ren had no choice but to let pediatricians and several others control women, so he came to the man and asked, "are you type O blood?"

The man was at a loss in his anger. When he calmed down, everything he had built in the past disappeared, leaving only ruins.

He murmured something in his mouth. Zheng Ren listened carefully. He whispered that it was false... It was false

This is the three views broken. The whole person is confused. Zheng Ren sighed.

"Man, calm down. It's not certain what's going on." Zheng Ren wanted to drag the man up, but he was heavy like a pool of mud.

"Get up." Zheng renhard dragged him away. "Go and have a cigarette with me and calm down."

After much trouble, Zheng Rencai and some security guards dragged the man to the smoking room outside.

Zheng Ren lights a cigarette and gives it to the man.

His eyes were empty. He subconsciously took the cigarette and took a sip.

With only one mouthful of smoke, the man coughed violently. Although painful, the stimulation of tobacco seems to awaken a little vitality.

"If you can't smoke, don't smoke." Zheng Rendao.

The man obstinately didn't speak and took another hard smoke. The acrimony of tobacco irritated his respiratory tract, and another violent cough made him wake up a little.

"Don't panic. I'll take you to the emergency room for an examination later." Zheng Rendao.

The man was silent and didn't seem to hear what Zheng Ren was saying.

"If you have type O blood, there is a small probability that there will be pseudo type O." Zheng Ren made a long story short and then asked, "do you know your blood type? Did you have blood transfusion or physical examination?"

"Physical examination." The man whispered.

"I haven't lost blood, have I?" Zheng Ren asked again to be sure.

The man nodded gently and smoked silently.

"Your lover almost jumped from a building just now. Don't be so excited. Calm down." Zheng Rendao.

But the man ignored him, just smoking and coughing silently.

Zheng Ren knows that he belongs to the kind who doesn't have back pain when standing and talking. Who can calm down in case of such a thing.

Wait and see, Zheng Ren has thought of the way to deal with the problem in the time of a cigarette.

"Eason Chan, you know." Zheng Ren asked.

The security guards around were stunned.

Boss Zheng said why? At this time, chatting won't go to Eason Chan.

"Eason Chan has type O blood, his wife Xu haoying has type B blood, and Eason Chan's child Chen Kangdi has type a blood." Zheng Rendao, "although the probability is small, it is indeed possible."

After hearing what Zheng Ren said, the man looked up blankly.

It may be that Zheng renju's example is too direct, or Eason Chan's reputation is too big. Is this top singer also his own situation?

There was a slight look in the man's eyes, but more confusion and... Fear.

"With a probability of more than one in ten thousand, Mumbai blood group is the so-called pseudo O blood." Zheng Ren saw that the man seemed to be listening to himself, so he patted him on the shoulder. "Don't think about the worst. Check it later."

"You..." the man looked at Zheng Ren and asked suspiciously.

"I'm the doctor of 912." Zheng Ren knew he didn't wear white clothes when he went to the canteen, so he explained.

"ABO blood group is not only controlled by the three genes I, IA and IB, but also by the precursor H / h. When the genotype is HH, both I, IA and IB show type O, while when the genotype is h, the blood group is determined by I, IA and IB." What Zheng Ren didn't say is very easy to understand.

He doesn't want men to understand, but uses professional words to stabilize men's hearts.

Unidentified awareness is a very common means. In fact, the patient's family members do not need to know much professional knowledge. After all, the technology industry has a specialty. They just need to know that the doctors who treat themselves or their relatives are very professional.

"What's your name, doctor?" The man was really frightened. He asked in a low voice.

"No, your surname is Zheng." Zheng Ren said, "don't be too excited about anything. Beat your wife in public. Is there anything like you?"

The man lowered his head.

"After smoking, I'll take you to the emergency room for an examination." Zheng Ren said, "if it's true, you'll be blessed with misfortune."

"Ah?"

"Mumbai blood type, there is almost no spare blood at the blood station. If you need blood transfusion in the future... Forget it, you'd better check it first." Zheng Ren didn't explain carefully. When he finished smoking a cigarette, he took the man to the emergency department.