Mu Jianing was stunned for a moment, she was really stunned.
The nurse gave her an injection, but did not observe her micro-expression and was collecting blood seriously.
During the entire blood collection process, Mu Jiayan's thoughts gradually became blank and she could not feel any pain in her arms.
The nurse just said something was constantly repeated in my mind.
"It's OK, I'll press it for a while." The nurse pulled out the needle.
Mu Jianing sat on the stool with a cotton swab and pressed the needle for a minute. The nurse had already left with the blood bag, leaving her alone.
She threw away the cotton swab until she was bleeding. She was like a hollowed-out puppet, slowly standing up, her face a little pale.
Soon, a doctor came over, "You can go out now, blood is infusion, and the operation is going well at the moment." I want her to feel at ease.
She looked at the doctor and asked softly with a nervous mood, "Doctor, is a mother with ab type... unable to give birth to a child with a type O type blood?"
"Yes." The doctor nodded with certainty, barely thinking.
Mu Jianing felt like she was hit by five thunder! But she was trying hard to restrain herself and gently pulled the corners of her lips, "I understand, thank you doctor."
"Go out, you just drew blood. Don't stand for too long, sit in the bench."
"good."
Mu Jianing walked out of the rescue room with heavy steps, and she could feel that she was a little walking zombie.
Tingyun quickly came forward, "Jia Ning." He picked up her hand and looked at it, and gently helped her lower her sleeves with distress.
The girl recalled the doctor's words in her mind, and a rift appeared deep in her heart. That pain was another special feeling, which was completely different from worrying about Sister Ling's life and death.
"Jia Ning..." Tingyun realized that her condition was not right and wondered if she knew something. He held her shoulder, "Jia Ning, are you okay?" He lowered his eyes and stared at her.
The girl slowly raised her eyes and looked at him with tears in her eyes. She couldn't help but stretch her hand around his waist, buried her head deeply in his arms, and closed her eyes tightly.
How is this possible?
How could she not be Ling's daughter?
Tingyun hugged her affectionately, and his eyes collided with Mu Yannian's eyes again.
At this time, the air outside the rescue room solidified a little.
In the emergency room, a difficult operation was in full swing. Li Mi was concentrating on her and finally successfully removed the tumor.
At that moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and became more admiring for her. The next step was to stitch the nervous brain, which was still her operation.
"Go and notify the family." Li Mi whispered, and did not stop her movements. Her voice was gentle, "Just say the operation was very smooth and the tumor had been removed successfully, so they can rest assured."
She understood the anxiety of the family waiting for the news, and waited for several hours.
"Okay." An assistant took off his gloves and took a step forward.
The door of the rescue room opened again, and the three people who had been silent outside quickly came forward.
The doctor smiled and looked relaxed, bringing this good news to everyone—
"The operation was very smooth, the tumor was benign and had been removed successfully. The patient was not in danger of life, but he might be in a coma for a while and is now undergoing brain sutures."
"That's great!" Mu Yannian breathed a long sigh of relief.
Mu Jianing was also very happy, but she had a big question in her heart, so she was still in a mixed mood.
After reporting, the assistant doctor turned around and went in again.
"Dad, please wait here, I'll go down." Mu Jianing's lips raised slightly, but the smile was not enough to reach her eyes.