When Ye Fan rushed to the hospital with Dugu Shang and Miao Fenglang, it was already past three in the morning.
Zhao Mingyue and Tang Qi were lingering at the entrance of the emergency room.
The anxiety on their faces suddenly made Ye Fan feel the seriousness of the situation.
Ye Fan hurriedly ran to Zhao Mingyue: "Madam, Tang Qi, what happened to Ruoxue?"
"Ruoxue got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and accidentally fell. The pain was so painful that she almost started crying in the room."
Zhao Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ye Fan's appearance, and then hurriedly explained to Ye Fan:
"I ran to her room and took a look and found that her hands and feet were injured from a fall, and her head was bleeding. The most worrying thing is that there was blood from her body."
"I saw something was wrong, and I was worried that something might happen to her and the child, so I took Tang Qi and the family doctor to send her here overnight."
"The doctor on duty is giving her first aid. The specific situation is not very clear."
"Ye Fan, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I promised to take care of Ruoxue, but I ended up going out these two days."
"I didn't even sleep next to Ruoxue at night to take care of her."
Zhao Mingyue blamed herself very much: "I hope nothing happens, otherwise I will really be embarrassed to see you."
This is Ye Fan's child and her grandson. She feels very sorry for Ye Fan now.
"Madam, this is just an accident and has nothing to do with you. There is no need for you to blame yourself."
Seeing Zhao Mingyue's guilty look, Ye Fan was slightly startled, secretly exclaiming that Mrs. Ye was really kind, and then softly comforted:
"If you want to blame her, you should also blame me. It's because I didn't stay with her properly."
"Don't worry, Ruoxue will be fine."
After comforting Zhao Mingyue, Ye Fan's eyes uncontrollably glanced at the emergency room, moving his steps to rush in and take a look.
But he took two steps with the silver needle in his hand and then stopped, almost giving himself two slaps in the face.
Acupuncture is prohibited for pregnant women, acupuncture is prohibited for pregnant women, how could he forget it?
Concern leads to chaos!
Ye Fan knew that he was out of control and was not suitable to treat Tang Ruoxue for the time being, so he stopped moving forward and waited for the results of the doctor on duty.
"Ye Fan, don't worry, the person treating you is Dr. Murong, the best doctor in Baocheng."
Feeling Ye Fan's anxiety, Zhao Mingyue in turn comforted Ye Fan: "She will definitely make Ruoxue safe and sound."
The second hand of the clock on the wall was spinning round and round, ticking so hard that Ye Fan wanted to explode it.
Ye Fan has never felt that time is so slow as it is now, and it is as clear as if every bit of it is passing by his fingertips.
Although only ten minutes had passed, Mark felt as if ten years had passed.
Worry and fear continued to swallow up his reason and calmness, and Ye Fan felt an extremely dull depression.
This was comparable to his impatience when he heard that Shen Biqin had severe gastric ulcer.
The longer the operation takes, the less optimistic the situation becomes.
Ye Fan kept shouting in his heart that mother and son were safe.
Just when Ye Fan couldn't help but go to the emergency room to take a look, the door of the emergency room opened with a bang.
A pretty doctor walked out tiredly.
Zhao Mingyue and Tang Qi leaned over.
Ye Fan also rushed forward as if he was electrocuted, but stopped after taking a few steps. He was worried about hearing bad news.
Finally, it was Zhao Mingyue who asked: "Doctor Murong, how is my daughter-in-law's condition?"
"Mrs. Ye, Miss Tang's situation is very delicate."
Dr. Qiao Li responded respectfully: "Although we have controlled her condition, she needs a large amount of blood transfusion due to hemorrhage..."
Ye Fan's heart trembled, and he rushed into the emergency room like a whirlwind, and soon saw Tang Ruoxue with a pale face.
He pushed the nurses away and reached out to feel Tang Ruoxue's pulse. Not long after, he rushed out of the ward again.
Just as Dr. Qiao Li said, Tang Ruoxue was thinking about heaven and hell right now. If she replenished her blood in time, nothing would happen.
If large amounts of blood cannot be transfused, one person and two people may die.
Ye Fan was unable to use the silver needle on Tang Ruoxue, and the remaining white light could only protect his heart. In the end, a blood transfusion was needed to solve the problem.
However, despite his excellent medical skills, he was unable to create blood out of thin air.
Ye Fan shouted anxiously to the doctor: "Blood transfusion, blood transfusion quickly, no matter how much it costs, give me blood immediately."
Zhao Mingyue also nodded: "Yes, Xiao Xu, if you need blood transfusion, just do it. Baocheng Hospital is so big, the blood bank won't run out of blood, right?"
"Madam, calm down, we also want to transfuse blood, but Miss Tang's blood type is the very rare A3."
A wry smile appeared on Dr. Murong's face: "Before today, there were only three people in China with blood type A3, which is one in 500 million."
Zhao Mingyue couldn't help being stunned: "A3 blood type? What do you mean? Why haven't I heard of this blood type?"
"Yes, Ruoxue's blood type is A. How did it become A3?"
Ye Fan also took up the topic: "Did your hospital make a mistake?"
"Ms. Tang's blood type was indeed type A originally, but due to a new mutation in the ABO gene, she became type A3."
Dr. Murong explained: "The cause of this situation is probably that Miss Tang has had a bone marrow transplant before or was given a blood transfusion by others..."
Zhao Mingyue became impatient: "Stop explaining this to me, just say what you mean."
"Madam, I'm sorry, we don't have any reserves of this unique A3 blood type."
Dr. Murong looked at Zhao Mingyue very ashamed: "The entire Baocheng, and even all the hospitals in China, don't have any reserves."
Zhao Mingyue's pretty face suddenly became solemn.
Ye Fan trembled and asked: "You said that there are only three people in China with A3 blood type. Does that mean there are still three people who can draw blood?"
"Do you have their information and address? I'll send someone to pick them up."
“Ten million per tube is no problem!”
There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Doctor, please give me their phone number quickly, and I will send someone to contact them immediately."
"The first case was in Southern Tibet, and the second case was in Western Xinjiang. They are both sparsely populated places, and the data records were from five years ago."
Dr. Murong said hesitantly: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to find them."
"And Miss Tang only has three hours. During this time, she must have a blood transfusion, otherwise she will go into shock or even be on the verge of death."
"But you can give it a try. I'll ask the nurse to bring up the information for you right away..."
Seeing Ye Fan's gloomy expression, Dr. Qiaoli hurriedly changed the subject and called someone to send over the blood type information.
Without waiting for Ye Fan to say anything, Zhao Mingyue took out her mobile phone and asked people to make arrangements, inviting them to Baocheng at all costs.
Ye Fan suddenly remembered something: "Doctor, didn't you say there were three cases? Where is the other one?"
"There is another case, actually in Baocheng."
Doctor Murong hesitated for a moment: "But it's impossible for us, you, or even Ye Tang to invite him."
Zhao Mingyue's voice sank: "Who is this person?"
Ye Fan's eyes also lit up: "Who is it?"
Under tremendous pressure, Dr. Murong's eyelids twitched and he squeezed out three words:
"Old Zhaizhu..."
