Fan Yetao was waiting in the hospital corridor. He looked at the first aid lamp and secretly longed for the boy to be safe.

He folded his hands together and prayed piously towards the sunny sky outside the window, which turned from a sunny to a gloomy sky.

Three hours later.

The door of the emergency room was pushed open.

Several doctors walked out with a sad face.

Fan Yetao's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward and asked, "Director Chen, how are the injured?"

"Not optimistic." Dean Chen shook his head, "The injured person lost too much blood. We use all our methods to get the injured out of shock."

“Can’t you have blood transfusions?”

Fan Yetao was a little strange.

"The wounded's blood volume is very special." Dean Chen frowned his gray eyebrows, "No blood of any type can be injected."

"The body of the injured person rejects the blood of outsiders."

"We have been studying this for a long time and want to analyze his blood."

"There is no result after a long period of analysis."

Fan Yetao realized the seriousness of the matter, so he made a "please" move, "Director Chen, let's talk."

President Chen followed Fan Yetao to the private office.

As soon as he closed the door, Fan Yetao took out his ID and said straight to the point: "As the country's highest combat commander, I ordered Dean Chen to keep the special blood of the injured."

Dean Chen was obviously stunned.

Smile bitterly.

"Mr. Fan, I didn't expect that you still have the identity of a commander."

A national commander, even the president of the country, must give in to the existence of three points. His words are equivalent to the imperial edict of ancient emperors and have the highest authority.

President Chen poured Fan Yetao a cup of clear water, "I have the intention to report to my superiors. Since Mr. Fan has spoken, I and the doctors in the emergency room are willing to sign a confidentiality agreement to ensure that no one will be disclosed about the injured.

The particularity of the body.”

"Director Chen is right."

Fan Yetao put away his ID and drank a glass of water in one sip. The water droplets dripped from his sexy Adam's apple.

He said in a deep voice: "Apart from the inability to transfusion, is there anything wrong with the injured?"

"No other discovery." Dean Chen said: "There is something to be gratified."

Fan Yetao listened with his ears.

"The injured person's head hit very seriously, but his body and bones were intact and there were no traces of cracking."

"No internal injuries, either."

President Chen sighed, "It's a misfortune in a car accident."

Fan Yetao was a little serious.

The bronze big hand with bulging veins circled the mouth of the cup.

"Will the lost blood affect his life?"

President Chen dared not lie, "Yes."

"The agents we developed can maintain the physical function of the injured for up to 48 hours."

"But if the injured person cannot receive fresh blood supplement within two days, the injured person will..."

President Chen looked at Fan Yetao, and Fan Yetao understood the look in one second.

Fan Yetao leaned against the wall dejectedly.

The feeling of powerlessness numbed his nerves.

The tendons on his forehead leaped, "There is no other way?"

"No."

Dean Chen sighed, "Master Fan is mourning."

"The particularity of the injured is something we didn't expect."

"I can only say that God doesn't want the injured person to be alive."

Fan Yetao looked gloomy.

I have arranged the best doctor, I have already breathed, and I have worked very hard to compete with the god of death...

Still can't change the ending of death?

What's the use of extending life for only a short period of 48 hours?

Lying on the hospital bed without consciousness, even death was silent.

Too cruel.

That boy hasn't been in love yet, and he is still in his life in a variety of years.

I was hit by a car so painful that I didn't hate him...

Whistling and thanking him in a soft voice.

He did nothing wrong.

It was him, Fan Yetao, who ruined the boy.

He is guilty.
Chapter completed!