Secretary Zhao didn't dare to look anymore. He had just heard the other party describe Zhou Liangqi's injuries, which was simply thrilling.
The door of the operating room opened, and a nurse came out and asked anxiously: "The injured person lost too much blood and gradually lost consciousness. There is no time to adjust the blood. Does anyone have type B blood?"
The man sitting on the side immediately shook his head. Jiang Shu, who was stunned, looked at the nurse and asked, "Is it that serious?"
The nurse was also impatient, and immediately became angry after hearing this, "Why are you talking? It's not serious. Am I kidding you?"
Jiang Shu's heartbeat was extremely fast and she panicked. Finally she stretched out her hand and said, "I have blood type B."
The nurse looked at her with some surprise. After three seconds, he directly grabbed her hand to draw blood. Her steps were messy, she must be really anxious.
Jiang Shu was taken to a small room. The nurse neatly rolled up Jiang Shu's sleeves and tied her arms tightly with zip ties. When she did this series of actions, Jiang Shu looked at her blankly, "Nurse, does he know how to do it?"
Will he die?"
The nurse was still angry about the question she just asked, and was not angry when she heard this: "He has been in a closed space for too long. If he had been in a closed space for too long, he would have suffocated to death. He was also stabbed in the waist by a dagger in the car. He lost too much blood."
many."
The nurse found Jiang Shu's vein and slowly inserted the needle: "Be patient, it will hurt a little."
Jiang Shu endured the pain and frowned.
"You said that if anyone puts a knife in the car, isn't it their own fault?"
Perhaps because of the pain, Jiang Shu felt the blood being drained away bit by bit. Jiang Shu bit his lower lip tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "That's right, he deserves it."
Three hundred milliliters of blood is already a lot for a woman. Jiang Shu's face turned pale a little, and the nurse stopped drawing blood, "It's almost done."
Jiang Shu grabbed her and shook his head, "Just smoke some more, just in case it's not enough."
In the end, she drew 400 milliliters, but the nurse said she wouldn't let her smoke anymore and took her out, "You can't smoke anymore, it will be life-threatening. You have a good rest." ωωw..net
After saying that, he ran all the way into the operating room.
Secretary Zhao happened to run up with a pile of milk and sugar, pulled Jiang Shu to sit down, and handed the things to her, "Miss Jiang, thank you for your hard work."
Three hours later, Zhou Liangqi was pushed out of the operating room.
Jiang Shu stood on tiptoe and leaned against the window, watching the man sleeping quietly in a hospital gown. His face was pale and not at all like his usual high-spirited self.
The doctor told Secretary Zhao next to him, "I will stay in the ICU for two days. When I wake up and feel fine, I can be transferred to a general ward."
"Ms. Jiang." Secretary Zhao was a little worried.
"I'll only stay for two days, and I won't care about the rest."
He wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."
She was sitting outside the ICU, her cell phone and computer were out of power. Secretary Zhao was accompanying her, pacing back and forth, answering the phone, making calls, and handling things for Zhou Liangqi.
He gave the brave man a large amount of money. The man was an honest man and was unwilling to accept it, but Secretary Zhao was also an honest man and wanted to pay him life or death.
He blocked the news immediately and didn't let anyone catch it.
On the first night, the doctor came to check twice, but Zhou Liangqi did not wake up.
When the nurse came to change the dressing, she was full of curiosity about this woman who had never taken off her mask.
She sat down and asked Jiang Shu: "Are you his girlfriend?"
Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows, thinking that this nurse probably never watches entertainment news: "I'm not."