When Jiang Nuantang thought that Shao Zhanlin was really ill and sought medical treatment, he still believed her words.
Only then did I realize that it was just to cooperate with her performance.
Jiang Nuantang was a little surprised, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in confusion:
"Since you know it's fake, why do you still do it?"
"because……"
Just as Shao Zhanlin was about to speak, he saw Wen Xuemin, the director of the hospital, walking briskly and said impatiently before he even got close:
"Mr. Shao, a user of rh-negative blood just called and said that he agreed to open a private blood bank for young master Shao to use..."
Wen Xuemin couldn't help but excitedly announced the good news.
After all, the rarity and preciousness of rh-negative blood is obvious to all.
In this critical moment, even if Shaw Brothers spend huge financial resources to raise.
I'm afraid it's not that easy to get it right.
This is a frightening challenge for people in the operating room.
Like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head, it could fall down at any time and terminate the operation.
How can we not make people feel happy when the rh private blood bank comes to their doorsteps?
Shao Zhanlin was also quite surprised. While his eyebrows relaxed, he did not forget to confirm:
"What's the other person's name? After Yijin's surgery, I can thank him in person!"
Strictly speaking, the existence of private blood banks is not allowed.
Not to mention the extremely scarce rh-negative blood.
But the other party is not only able to set up, but also freely deploy it on the surface. In addition to being powerful.
There must be some special circumstances that really need to be prepared for emergencies.
Under this premise, we can still be generous and open to them.
This kind of kindness cannot be explained clearly in just a few words.
Shao Zhanlin was secretly thinking about how to thank him, when he heard Wen Xuemin's words, which made him confused:
"This... the other party was anonymous throughout the whole process, and said he was just doing what he could, so that Mr. Shao didn't have to take it to heart..."
Wen Xuemin relayed it tremblingly.
My heart was full of confusion.
In his opinion, since the other party can step forward in such a critical moment and contribute to the private blood bank.
There should be a purpose.
No matter how bad it is, it should be based on his status as the leader of the first Shao family.
Want to gain a favor.
But I didn't expect that the other party would not take any money.
Not even a name was left behind.
Just like that, someone informed him that the private blood bank had been delivered downstairs.
If he hadn't gone there to confirm it himself, he still wouldn't be able to believe this fact.
"Yeah?"
Shao Zhanlin was a little regretful, but he didn't force anything.
He just nodded and waited outside the emergency room.
Waiting with him was Jiang Nuantang.
What is surprising is that except for the fact that Yi Jin was not found before and the panic when he first saw Yi Jin unconscious.
After that, Jiang Nuantang always showed a different kind of indifference from before.
Especially after Qin Yawei appeared, this kind of thing has reached the extreme that it has nothing to do with oneself.
All kinds of abnormalities made Shao Zhanlin suspicious.
But because he was concerned about the situation in the emergency room, he had no intention of exploring.
After the previous topic was interrupted, it was not continued.
The two people stood silently outside the emergency room. After receiving the news, Shao Qiyan, Shao Bojian, and other branches of the Shao family also rushed over one after another.
As for the Shao family's old residence, the news was suppressed by Shao Zhanlin's order, and no news reached Shao Hongjun's ears.
After the Shao family arrived, Jiang Nuantang stayed outside the emergency room for a while, then found an excuse to leave.
I saw her trying to calm down and turn around, but she couldn't hide her figure running away.
Shao Zhanlin's eyes narrowed slightly, and hidden emotions flashed through his deep eyes.
It seems like suspicion, like inquiry...
Jiang Nuantang did not leave the hospital.
After leaving the emergency room, she went to the fifth floor.
Distinguished Visiting Professor Office.
Jiang Nuantang pushed the door open and went straight to the point without waiting for the people inside to speak:
"How about it? Is there enough blood in the blood bank? If not, you can draw mine."
There was a hint of anxiety in the cold voice.
Jiang Nuantang looked at the young man sitting at the desk and frowned slightly.
The calm face that he maintained all the way finally broke at this moment.
The man did not answer her question immediately. Instead, he pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and spoke slowly:
"This is not something a medical student would say?"
After a pause, the man continued:
"Even if there is severe bleeding during surgery, the maximum amount of blood transfusion is 5000~6000ml. The blood supply in your blood bank is more than enough for an adult, let alone a five-year-old child..."
This is indeed true.
Jiang Nuantang lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, knowing that he was concerned but confused.
But there was nothing I could do. I saw Jinbao unconscious and lying on the operating bed with a pale face.
She felt as if she was back when Miaobao and Hanbao were children.
It was like this at that time too. Every day I had blood transfusions during surgery, the sky was about to fall...
Thinking about the past, Jiang Nuantang looked sad.
Seeing her like this, the man sighed:
"Nuantang, it's time for you to move on from the past."