Wang Gensheng thought the woman was Tao Ying, but she was not Tao Ying.
There was another man beside the woman, who was also the man who was pinched by Wang Gensheng with the door just now and made him cry like a ghost.
I saw him angrily pointing at Wang Gensheng and yelling: "You are looking for death, damn..."
Wang Gensheng raised the gun in his hand and put it directly on the man's forehead: "Your grandma, do you know where this place is?
If you pop out another word, I will pop out a bullet, how about you try?"
The man shut up and didn't dare to say a word.
But the people behind him took out their weapons one after another and pointed at Wang Gensheng.
Seeing this, Dazhang quickly said: "The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. The whole family didn't know each other, so they all left the guy behind."
No one left the guy alone, they were still watching him eagerly.
Wang Gensheng looked at Da Zhang and said angrily: "What are you doing? Do you want to rebel? This is Taoyuan Village, not a racecourse."
Da Zhang's face turned red and he begged urgently: "Doctor Wang, this is all a misunderstanding. Let's save people first."
Wang Gensheng then looked at the woman next to Dazhang. A skirt that was originally white was now almost half dyed red. Under the light, it looked shocking.
"Dazhang, what are you doing? With such a serious injury, why did you send her to Taoyuan Village? Send her to a big hospital quickly." Wang Gensheng cursed angrily.
"Dr. Wang, it's not just because of your superb medical skills. In addition, we don't dare to go to the hospital for treatment of the injuries caused by the gang fight."
Da Zhang frowned.
"No, the injury is too serious. Although I have superb medical skills, the patient needs a blood transfusion at this moment. Where can I get the spare blood?" Wang Gensheng yelled again.
At this time, a man who seemed to be the boss was not happy. He pointed at Da Zhang and cursed loudly: "Dazhang, if something happens to our lady,
All responsibilities will be borne by your Feng Shui Hall. If someone blames you in the future, don’t blame me for shirking responsibility."
"What do you want?" Dazhang replied.
Wang Gen was angry at this and cursed loudly: "Your uncle just said he was one of our own, but now he is carrying him. Get the injured in quickly."
Da Zhang originally wanted to argue with the man again, but when he heard Wang Gensheng's scolding, he suddenly woke up and hurriedly carried the woman in with a few others.
I'll go, there's blood all over the place.
Wang Gensheng asked them to put the woman on a simple operating table. The infirmary in Taoyuan Village was originally so simple and there was nothing that could be done.
After checking the pulse, pupils and injuries, Wang Gensheng frowned. The woman's injuries were too serious and she had gone into shock due to excessive blood loss.
The only way is to give blood transfusion first and then perform surgery.
"Doctor Wang, how is the situation?" Da Zhang asked eagerly.
"The situation is not good, the injured will die at any time." Wang Gensheng did not escape the fact. It was not that his medical skills were not good, but that he did not have the necessary blood source.
The man whose hand was almost cut off by Wang Gensheng suddenly said angrily: "You don't have any skills at all. Just get out of here if you don't use it."
This man pointed a gun at Wang Gensheng's head. Wang Gensheng tolerated it and just gave him a small lesson. Unfortunately, he did not learn well.
At this moment, he was still pointing at Wang Gensheng's head with his face full of shouting.
Wang Gensheng's hand quickly reached the man and squeezed his hand.
I went, and this time, the door was clamped harder than before, and there was only a click, followed by a howl like a killing pig.
The man's hand was dislocated and he squatted on the ground in pain: "Oh my god, it hurts so much, it hurts so much."
Seeing this, the others raised their weapons one by one, intending to attack Wang Gensheng.
But Da Zhang shouted loudly: "You are all crazy about your grandma. Are you going to take Miss Xia's life?"
Everyone took a few steps back. The boss-looking man originally planned to pull out his gun, but when he saw that the woman was really dying, he had no choice but to retreat.
"Doctor Wang, you have to cure Miss Xia no matter what. She is very important to Feng Shui Hall and there can't be any mistakes." Da Zhang was so anxious that he almost cried.
"Dazhang, it's not that I refuse to treat him, it's because the injured needs blood transfusion. There is no blood source now, and I have no choice. Give up!"
Wang Gensheng sighed and said, Buddha said that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How could he not save people even if they were dead? But how could he save people under such simple conditions?
"Dr. Wang, can't we give Miss Xia a blood transfusion?" Da Zhang asked hurriedly.
"Of course, but first, we must find out the blood type of the injured person. Second, there must be a suitable blood type. Third, of course there is no third.
As long as there are No. 1 and No. 2, I guarantee that the injured can be cured." Wang Gensheng smiled bitterly. It is estimated that the two conditions he mentioned will be difficult to achieve.
After using the simple equipment in the infirmary to detect their blood types, I was afraid that the injured were already dead.
Da Zhang looked at the man who was about to draw a gun and said softly: "Do you know what Miss Xia's blood type is?"
Although the two of them almost had a fight just now, now they have to share their hatred and unite sincerely.
The man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then replied softly: "It should be a very common blood type, is it type A or type B?"
"Can you please tell me clearly, is it type A or type B? This is no joke." Wang Gensheng couldn't help but curse.
"It doesn't seem to be the case, it's O-shaped." The man suddenly realized.
Wang Gensheng had a headache. Everyone knew that type O blood was a universal blood type and could be transfused to anyone, but it could only receive blood of the same type.
"Which of you has blood type O?" Wang Gensheng asked in a deep voice.
Everyone stepped back. In fact, he knew that the chance of this was very low. Type O blood was originally a rare blood type, and few people in the world were.
"What the hell are you doing? Now someone needs a blood transfusion, but everyone is stepping back. No one is, right? They are all his uncle's bastards."
Wang Gensheng couldn't help but cursed, and even became furious.
Each of these people is extremely wronged. Their blood type is predetermined at birth. Can they control who they are?
Da Zhang showed despair on his face: "Doctor Wang, what should we do now? If something happens to Miss Xia, Feng Shui Hall will be in big trouble."
"I don't know what to do?" Wang Gensheng shrugged, expressing his helplessness.
At this time, Zhang Yingying came over: "Gensheng, my blood type is."
It turned out that she was awakened by the noise in the courtyard, so she came down from the second floor.
After listening for a long time, I finally knew the whole story, and then I volunteered to come forward.
Wang Gensheng glared at Zhang Yingying, who looked like a ponytail. Crucially, her aunt came here in the past few days: "Sister Yingying, go back to bed.
Is donating blood a joke? You already need blood transfusion from others, so hurry up and stop getting into trouble!"