"The captain is fine overall, except that he lost a lot of blood. If the judgment is correct, his blood loss has reached a minimum of more than 35%. This is an extremely dangerous value, and blood transfusion must be done immediately!"

As expected of a professional doctor, after being called to the scene by Peng Hu, Tang Meng immediately put forward a treatment plan after just a few inspections, but...

"Which of you knows the captain's blood type? Or which of you has blood type O?"

"Huh? Why aren't you talking? You..."

When Tang Meng asked who had type O blood, everyone was silent. Whether it was Cheng Ying, Peng Hu, Li Tianheng, Chen Shuihong, etc., everyone who heard Tang Meng's question was stunned on the spot. The reason was very simple. Specifically, it involved medicine.

Knowledge, first everyone knows

It is true that the only way to treat a person with blood loss is blood transfusion, but the problem is that blood is not transfused randomly. After all, everyone has a different blood type. Some people have type A, some have type B, and some have type B.

Type ab, the medical community has long stated that only

Only people of the same blood type can transfuse blood to each other. Blood transfusions of different blood types are strictly prohibited, otherwise rejection reactions will occur, which may be life-threatening in severe cases. Of course, there are no absolutes. Although people with different blood types cannot transfuse blood with each other, type O blood

But it is an exception,

At the same time, type O blood is the only blood type that is compatible with other blood types among all blood types. Since Tang Meng didn't know He Fei's blood type, he raised his head after checking the young man's injuries and asked everyone who knew He Fei's blood type.

Or who has type O blood.

Everyone understands the above principles, but the problem is that no one knows He Fei’s blood type! Many people know their own blood type, but it’s a pity that none of these people who know their blood type has O blood type, and like Chen Xiaoyao or

A guy like Peng Hu with a low level of education simply doesn’t know his own blood type. It is conceivable that without knowing He Feixue

No one dares to transfuse blood without knowing their own blood type or does not know their own blood type, unless there is professional medical equipment to identify blood types on site, but is it possible? Is it realistic? Not to mention that this is not a hospital and there is definitely no equipment.

Even if there is, doesn't it take time to identify the blood? Once the blood type is identified, He Fei will probably be cold.

So naturally, the only way to survive now is to rely on type O blood. Only by quickly finding a person with type O blood can He Fei be saved!

Can……

No!

No matter how much Tang Meng urged or asked, no one among the executors answered!

Seeing this, everyone gradually broke out in cold sweat. Cheng Ying even trembled after seeing He Fei's pale face, muttering to herself: "What should I do? What should I do? I can't find type O blood, if

If you can't find it, He Feike will have to..."

Hula.

"Who! Who in the car has type O blood? Who has type O blood!?" Seeing that no one with type O blood could be found among the executors, Cheng Ying suddenly stood up and turned around to shout, facing the front row.

The crowd, caught in the turmoil, asked for help, almost pleading.

It is a pity that her cry was ignored. The remaining passengers, who were being stimulated by death, also kept shouting in panic. With the mixed noise, no one heard Cheng Ying ask, or in this kind of situation where they could die at any time.

In a dangerous environment, everyone has too much time to take care of themselves.

but……

Facing the still chaotic carriage, seeing no one responding, Cheng Ying was trembling more and more, and just as the executioners were helpless and sweating, suddenly, someone walked out of the front row, and a man walked up to

From the back of the car, he then asked everyone in a suspicious tone: "What's wrong? Could it be that something happened on your side? And someone on your side just seemed to be asking who has blood type O? If you are asking about blood type, I am just the right one."

It’s blood type O.”

……………

He Fei once laughed at himself in a half-joking tone that he was a person with a checkered destiny. His life has always been at the intersection of extreme misfortune and extreme luck. In the past, he would occasionally talk about this issue in front of others when chatting.

, Peng Hu didn’t care, the bald man laughed.

She laughed all at it as a joke, but Cheng Ying fell into deep thought after hearing this, thinking about the meaning of what the other person said. After all, the intersection of misfortune and luck is an incredible description. She didn't quite understand it at first, but now she

I understand, I understand why He Fei is so self-deprecating.

At the last moment when He Fei was about to lose his life due to excessive blood loss, the police officer named John came over and first asked everyone in a nervous tone what happened in the back row, and then casually informed everyone that he happened to have type O blood.

Found it, found a target that meets the standards!

The next thing is simple. As soon as John said this, the crowd surged into the store. Yes, he was arrested. No matter whether he wanted to or not, he would definitely not be able to escape. He was surrounded and arrested by the executioners on the spot.

, was suddenly forcibly held down by the burly Peng Hu, making it difficult to move.

"Ah! You, you, what are you doing!?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, Officer John. We have a seriously injured person here who urgently needs your rescue. We can't do it without you. Don't be nervous. I just need you to contribute some blood."

In addition, Tang Meng is indeed worthy of her title of doctor. Since she learned about the dangers of supernatural missions from senior people early on, the female doctor not only took precautions on her own, but also casually took the medicine from the storage box before leaving her room.

I took some first aid supplies, which happened to include a medical syringe for injection!

Due to the lack of dedicated infusion tubes for injections, and the fact that saving people is like putting out a fire, Tang Meng had no choice but to simplify the steps as much as possible, simplifying the blood transfusion in a way that seriously violated the medical procedures, and directly opened the door to John's eyes.

Pricking needles with frightened eyes

Blood was drawn, and a full tube of blood was drawn. Then the needle filled with blood was inserted into He Fei's body. After the needle was inserted, another needle was inserted. The pain during the process was unimaginable. He Fei was unconscious because of coma, but

But John was miserable. Under Tang Meng's continuous blood drawing and pricking,

The police officer, who is usually known as a tough guy, grinned and almost screamed when the needle hit him. In the end, he burst into tears. Of course he resisted and struggled during this period, but it was a pity that he was not worth it in front of the muscular Peng Hu.

Just mention that no matter how much he resists,

The bald man kept holding him down like a mountain, and what was even more shameless was that, in order to prevent him from resisting, the young man with the bald head and another fat middle-aged man deliberately lined up on both sides and grabbed John's arms tightly.

Imprisoned to death, there is no chance of escape!

After more than a dozen syringes filled with blood were delivered in succession, everyone gradually made a discovery. They found that He Fei's face, which was originally as pale as paper, gradually turned red. In addition to his complexion getting better, even his previously free breathing

They all gradually stabilized. Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed. It was effective. The blood transfusion was effective! John's universal O-type blood was indeed compatible with He Fei's body, and there was no rejection reaction from beginning to end!

what does that mean?

It means that He Fei is out of danger, at least his life is saved!

but……

"Hoo, ho, ho!"

As the saying goes, some people are happy and some are worried. Although He Fei saved his life after more than a dozen injections, as a blood donor, John's condition changed drastically after more than a dozen tubes of blood were drawn in succession. His face began to turn pale, and his body

I started to feel weak, and beads of sweat covered my forehead. I felt as if I had just finished running.

He was panting and exhausted like a marathon, and he looked as miserable as he could. However, even if he was like this, there were still people at the scene who didn't want to let him go. Perhaps they were too concerned about He Fei's safety, and seeing Tang Meng stop moving,

Cheng Ying actually ordered to continue and ordered Tang Meng to continue drawing blood!

When he heard that he wanted to continue drawing blood, Tang Meng hurriedly explained that he could no longer draw blood. The reason he gave was naturally that the current blood transfusion volume was barely enough. At the same time, John could not continue to provide blood, otherwise it would threaten John's life. Although Tang Meng

She told the truth and gave a reasonable explanation, but Cheng Ying didn't listen at all. Instead, she grabbed the syringe and planned to do it herself.

At this scene, John was so frightened that he almost fainted! He never dreamed that this beautiful girl would be so indifferent to life! She would sacrifice the lives of others for the sake of her companions, and she didn't take other people's lives seriously at all. This, this girl before

What do you do? It’s over, I’m going to die, I’m going to be drawn blood to death by this girl!

As mentioned above, when he saw the girl taking the needle and continuing to draw blood for him, John thought he was dead, but in reality he was not dead after all, and the syringe that Cheng Ying was about to insert did not penetrate into the desperate John's body, because

, at the critical moment, Peng Hu grabbed Cheng Ying's arm.

"That's enough! If you continue to smoke, someone will die! Not to mention that He Fei's life has been saved, it's completely unnecessary!"

Cheng Ying woke up under Peng Hu's sudden violent drink. It was only at this moment that she, who had been behaving abnormally like a demon, suddenly came back to her senses.

At the same time, just as the executioners gathered around the back of the car to treat He Fei, Chen Xiaoyao took advantage of the chaos in the car and came to Zhao Ping.

He pulled the man off the ground and helped him back to his seat. It wasn't until the bespectacled man leaned back on the guest chair like mud that Chen Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately said with an extremely exaggerated expression: "Wow! As expected.

Senior Zhao, unexpectedly

You were able to escape from the hands of a wolf, even He Fei was so miserable, but you were slightly injured, so strong! You are really strong, I admire you more and more, Senior Zhao. After all, no one has ever done it so far.

Can you survive an attack from a locust?"

On the surface, all Chen Xiaoyao's remarks were full of praise, as if he showed admiration, and he did not forget to give a thumbs up. However, while speaking, Chen Xiaoyao glanced at a certain position on the right intentionally or unintentionally.

A look at Lu Chengbing who died in a miserable state.

As mentioned above, in order to express his admiration, Chen Xiaoyao took the flattery to the extreme. Faced with this kind of praise, others would have been comfortable and smiling modestly. If it were Peng Hu, he would probably smile directly.

He burst into laughter, but unfortunately, this time Chen Xiaoyao

The person he faced was not anyone else, but Zhao Ping, a man with glasses who was cold and indifferent. The result was predictable. Chen Xiaoyao flattered him to the hooves. No matter how he flattered him, the man with glasses remained expressionless and did not speak at all.

Treated Taoist Chen as a transparent person until...

It wasn't until a few seconds of silence passed that the man turned his head and then said something to the young man, a simple word consisting of only two words:

"false."

Somehow, as soon as Zhao Ping said this, Chen Xiaoyao's expression changed, and his smile disappeared instantly, replaced by solemnity, an extremely rare solemnity. The reason is that he knows Zhao Ping and knows that the man with glasses never talks nonsense, and the other party either

Don’t say anything or just get to the point!

(False? Huh? Could it be that...)

Sure enough, when he heard the adjective "false", Chen Xiaoyao stopped talking. He frowned subconsciously and fell into deep thought. It was obvious that he was guessing and trying to distinguish the key words from the bespectacled man's riddle-like words.

To find out the answer, of course, with his extraordinary brain, he came up with some kind of guess after thinking about it, but he was not sure that the guess was correct, so...
To be continued...