"You let go first, otherwise it will be too late," Han Huiqin patted Han Siyu's shoulder: "Auntie will definitely let her stand in front of you alive."

Han Siyu felt regretful when he saw the door of the operating room closed. He punched the wall behind him, and was neither standing nor standing, nor regretting it. When he was carrying her to the hospital, her hands kept holding his clothes tightly, and she didn't notice the blood on her body at all. When he accidentally lowered his head, he saw that the clothes were dyed red, and his heart had completely stopped beating: "Zhao Hanyu must survive, must, please."

Seeing all the people coming in and out, Han Siyu's heart became even more panicked.

Nurse: "Director, there is no A-type plasma. We have contacted other hospitals and only one hospital has it, but if it comes, it will be too late."

Han Huiqin frowned and looked at Han Yu, who was in danger, and then seemed to think of something: "Focus on O-type plasma, Siyu is O-type blood, go quickly."

...

When Han Siyu saw the door of the operating room open, he rushed over immediately. He thought it was the nurse who came out, but he didn't expect it was his aunt and dean: "Aunt, how is she doing?" Looking at Han Huiqin's tense face, Han Siyu could hardly hear her voice.

Han Huiqin: "You have lost so much blood just now and go and have a rest first."

Han Siyu shouted at Han Huiqin, "I'll ask you how she is."

Han Huiqin didn't dare to tell him the answer, because the answer would probably cause him to collapse. She was not sure to tell him the answer: "Who is she yours? Are she an ordinary friend? Do you know she has thrombocytopenia?" She didn't want to hear the answer she didn't want to know. If so, she has watched him look like he has been young, and she knows ninety-nine percent of his temper.

"Aunt, tell me how she is doing, okay? Aunt, I have never asked anyone for help. Please, no matter what the price you pay, it doesn't matter if you want my life," Han Siyu grabbed Han Huiqin's shoulder and told Han Huiqin where she was in his heart.

Han Huiqin looked at the person standing in front of her, the boss of the fourth young master, who was arrogant and arrogant, Han Siyu was actually begging her in a low voice. It doesn't matter if she uses her life. Looking at Han Siyu who was full of regret, Han Huiqin suddenly wanted to learn about the matter between them. What kind of person is the girl who was already in danger in the operating room? She could actually make their eldest master Han cry. If she had not seen this scene with her own eyes, she would never believe that Han Siyu would be sad, sad, regret, and anxious for a girl. She really didn't want to sprinkle salt on his wounds, but that was the fact, "The other doctors are still transfusions to her. Even if the blood is stopped, she may... I hope that only less than 30% will be less than 30%.

"Not 30% less than 10%, you are the dean. Are you not sure?" Han Siyu pressed Han Huiqin's shoulder and shouted at her furiously. Her words had completely defeated him.

Han Huiqin: "I am the dean, but I am also your aunt, a human, not a god, and I have no way to make things happen. Besides, she has no willpower to survive, so she is determined to die."
Chapter completed!