Chapter 417

"Now, it's time to have an emergency operation, but I'm afraid I'm alone..." When it comes to this, Dr. Wang is afraid to go on.

At present, even if he has something on hand, he can't operate on this woman. After all, he can't take all things into consideration. If something goes wrong, he can't bear it.

"Okay, Lord, get the operating room ready now!" Song Qingfeng takes a deep breath, and Sen's cold eyes sweep to the side of Lord.

His cold eyes flashed a deep cold.

"Yes." With that, Lord turned and walked out of the room.

"Mr. Song..."

"What else?" Song Qingfeng's face is gloomy, and his eyes are full of murderous intention.

If he doesn't have the ability to save Yu Xiaoxiao, it doesn't make sense for him to live.

It seems that he felt the strong killing intention from Song Qingfeng. Dr. Wang swallowed his saliva and said, "if this lady wants to have an operation, she must prepare plasma, otherwise..."

Dr. Wang took a deep breath and observed song Qingfeng's face with the remaining light from the corner of his eyes. He said it all at once.

"If you want to thoroughly check the head wound and find the big bleeding point, you can't avoid moving her to the proper position. Once the wound is broken twice due to movement, you must supplement the blood in time to ensure her minimum blood supply. Otherwise, she may fall into deep shock coma due to excessive blood loss, or even... "

Song Qingfeng listens to the analysis of private doctor, the hand that hangs at both sides of the body cannot help clenching. He looked at Yu Xiaoxiao's pale face. "So, what about hanging plasma now?"

Song Qingfeng didn't dare to think about it any more. He asked Dr. Wang directly. If he could hang the plasma now and prepare it in advance, it might be OK.

Dr. Wang thought about it, frowned, and said, "where do you want to find plasma now? Plasma is uniformly distributed by blood stations, and only to regular hospitals. Although I have a professional doctor's certificate, I have no right to dispense plasma. "

He said half, sighed again airway: "you also know, now the plasma is in short supply, even in the hospital, it is not necessarily able to adjust in time."

Song Qingfeng listened to the doctor's words, but also to silence down. He put his hands over his forehead, stroked his hair back, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly raised his head. "Don't worry, I will find a way to find plasma!"

Just when Dr. Wang hesitated how to return to song Qingfeng, Lode reappeared in the room, "Dr. Wang, the operating room is ready, and other doctors and nurses have arrived."

With that, Lord made a gesture of invitation.

Dr. Wang nodded even though a thousand were reluctant.

"Lord, get some blood from the blood bank you prepared." Song Qingfeng saw lode enter the door and immediately asked to go down.

Standing on one side and hearing all the situations, Lord nodded and was about to leave to contact, but he stopped after a few steps and looked at Song Qingfeng in embarrassment.

"Master, our previous private blood bank has been..." Lord zhangdun said, "we don't have any existing plasma at present. If we use someone else's, in case the blood is not clean..."

There is a problem in the private blood bank. It is impossible to find a safe place for blood supply in a short time. However, if you take blood in a short time, you are afraid of any hidden bacteria infecting Yu Xiaoxiao, which may lead to rejection or even side effects of infection.

Song Qingfeng did not dare to take risks.

He looked at Yu Xiaoxiao, and the time flowed away. Any hesitating decision might make her fall into danger again.

Song Qingfeng's lips were tight and his eyes were dark. He said to Dr. Wang, "I'm type O blood. I just had a general examination a month ago. There is no problem."

Moreover, his blood type and Yu Xiaoxiao's blood type match very well. When they were abroad, they joked about this problem, but they said it was a prophecy

Listening to song Qingfeng's words, Lode's heart sank.

Is song Qingfeng going to give blood to Yu Xiaoxiao?

"Master." LORD made a quick noise.

"With my blood." Song Qingfeng took a look at lode, and then said to Doctor Wang, "smoke me first, and now let others prepare for a small operation."

Noticing Lode's hesitation, song Qingfeng ordered with a gloomy face.

Naturally, Lord didn't dare to say anything, so he had to do it. After all, he didn't take Yu Xiaoxiao back safely as song Qingfeng said.

Song Qingfeng said, looking down at the time, "six minutes."

"Good." After hearing this, Dr. Wang nodded and finally agreed.

Song Qingfeng's health standard fully meets the requirements of blood donation, which he knows. At this critical moment This is the only way to do it.

Wang asked song Qingfeng to sit on the sofa beside the bed and began to prepare the injection and blood bag for blood donation.

However, in a short time, the sharp tip of the needle soon penetrated song Qingfeng's upper limb vein, and in a moment, the bright red blood rushed to the white blood vessel.

Lode saw song Qingfeng close his eyes slowly, wait quietly, open his mouth, want to open his mouth, but finally he was silent.

In six minutes, in a blink of an eye, the 400 ml blood bag was soon filled. Dr. Wang looked up and took the needle off song Qingfeng's arm, and directly pressed his blood drawing point with a medical cotton.

"I'll do it myself. You go there and discuss with other doctors about how to save her."

Although it didn't say who she was, Dr. Wang soon understood. He nodded and motioned for song Qingfeng to press himself. When he was ready, he took out his hand and went straight to Yu Xiaoxiao.

The doctor first took off the plasma and put it aside in the incubator which had been prepared for a long time.

Dr. Wang looked at lode, who had been waiting, and waved at him. "Mr. law, please help me bring that table here."

He pointed to the long table facing the big bed.

There are some simple crafts on the table. Although they are simple, they are tens of millions of pieces.

LORD looked at Song Qingfeng, and with his permission, he moved his hand and handled it gently. However, he quickly removed all the things on the table, leaving only a layer of light coffee checkered tablecloth.

"Dr. Wang, is there anything else to do?" Lode raised his eyebrows and asked in disbelief.

"Move the table." Dr. Wang took a breath and clapped his hands on his swollen back.

"Well." Lode answered with a low voice and held one end of the long table in front of him. At the other end, he asked Dr. Wang to lift it. The two of them moved together, which brought the heavy wooden long table of at least 100 Jin to the bed.