Meng Fansen paused in pulling the car door, looked at Zhang Xueqing's firm eyes, and nodded slightly.
After receiving permission, Zhang Xueqing walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door. The body of the half car was much higher. Zhang Xueqing tried twice but failed to get in.
Suddenly I felt a little resentful.
Her body was really in terrible condition. Over the past two lives, she had long been accustomed to this physical state, but now, for the first time, she felt like a waste.
After making the call, Meng Fansen looked sideways to the right and paused, "You go back and change a pair of shoes. I'll go up and change a car. It's a waste of time to drive to the city. Change your shoes and wait for me at the door."
"okay!"
As if she had been saved, Zhang Xueqing returned to the house as quickly as possible.
I casually picked up a pair of lighter shoe covers in the shoe rack and went to the entrance of the courtyard, looking towards the mountain, waiting for the familiar car.
Almost as soon as Zhang Xueqing stood still, the familiar off-road vehicle appeared in her field of vision. The car stood firm in front of her, and Zhang Xueqing climbed into the car neatly.
"Why don't you wear more clothes?"
"It's okay, it's not cold."
The car sped out, the heater was turned on, and the two of them didn't speak again along the way.
Zhang Xueqing was a little nervous. She was in a car accident in her last life. She might not have stress disorder, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.
Xinxin was such a young child and had a lot of blood, so she didn't know if anything would happen.
No, nothing will happen.
Zhang Xueqing was mentally building herself up over and over again in her mind, and the hand holding the seat belt unconsciously tightened it a little bit.
Meng Fansen drove the car very fast but very steadily. He glanced at the woman next to him, his eyes were distracted and his body was tense. It was not like he was frightened on a fast train.
I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but I didn't know what to say. I pursed my lips and gave up.
Soon, the two arrived at the hospital.
"You go first, you don't have to wait for me."
As soon as they got off the car, Zhang Xueqing started to give instructions.
Meng Fansen had worry hidden in his eyes, but in the end he nodded slightly and ran towards the hospital in large strides.
By the time Zhang Xueqing rushed to the door of the operating room while inquiring, it was already more than ten minutes later.
There were many people gathered at the door of the operating room, but it was eerily quiet.
A neatly dressed woman covered in blood was holding Meng Fansen and sobbing constantly.
Everyone's eyes were on the closed operating room. Zhang Xueqing walked lightly and moved forward step by step.
Meng Fansen comforted his mother, raised his head slightly, met Zhang Xueqing's timid eyes, and nodded to her imperceptibly.
Zhang Xueqing did not come forward, but stood not far away, not looking at the other people, staring at the three big fluorescent green characters on the door frame, feeling uneasy.
Somehow, the scene overlapped little by little with the past life. The person lying on the operating table became herself, and the emergency nurse performed chest compressions on her step by step.
Zhang Xueqing seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat, "Plop, pop." The hollow sound came from her chest to her ears. She tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy, too heavy.
Is she just going to die like that? She was unwilling to give in.
She was already alone, but she still lived so hard and worked so hard. Even though she knew her body was screaming, she still didn't want to take the time to see a doctor and focused on her work. What did she get in the end?
How could she be willing to have nothing and even risk her own life?
Pressing again and again, the air in the body becomes thinner each time, and the overwhelmed body, like the branches bent by the snow, can barely bear the pressure that it should not have.
"Creak", the sound ended.
Zhang Xueqing staggered, took two steps back, and leaned against the cold wall, with sweat on her forehead.
With a crisp metal sound and a burst of cold air, the operating door slowly opened in silence.
A doctor in surgical clothes walked out, and everyone immediately gathered around him.
Zhang Xueqing also immediately stood up straight, clasping her hands together and staring at the doctor who just came out.
"Feel sorry,"
"Uuuuuuuuuah...my Xinxin, grandma is sorry for you."
He Qiaolan immediately collapsed to the ground, broke down and cried loudly, and there were low sobbing sounds behind her.
"Hey, aunt, aunt, don't cry yet, I haven't finished speaking yet."
The little nurse hurriedly spoke to stop him.
Meng Fansen looked at the nurse seriously, and the little nurse quickly added with some embarrassment,
"Sorry, we don't have Meng Zhixin's blood in our blood bank. Her blood type is quite special. It is a rare B-type RH negative blood, commonly known as panda blood. Do the child's parents have this blood type? Or are they familiar with each other? Please contact me as soon as possible. I hope the child can support me. It won’t be long.”
"Our hospital has just contacted us, but no one is nearby. The fastest one will not be able to come here until tonight."
The little nurse looked apologetic. There was really nothing they could do. There were only one or two people in the market with this rare blood type.
"What kind of panda blood? I don't have pandas in my family, so how could Xinxin have panda blood?"
He Qiaolan stood up from the ground with Meng's father's strength, with a look of disbelief on her face. She had never heard of panda blood before.
Everyone looked at each other in shock. This was the first time they heard that panda blood could be found in people.
"I've already contacted him. It will take four hours at the earliest. I don't know if it's still too late."
Meng Fansen's calm voice sounded, which made people feel at ease inexplicably.
"We are already using autologous blood for reinfusion. I don't think it will last long. If it takes 4 hours, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."
As soon as he finished speaking, another nurse came out and said, "Are Meng Zhixin's family members here? Who has type B RH negative blood? The child suddenly suffered a heavy bleeding and cannot bear it anymore."
"Pump me, pump me, I am the child's grandmother, I must also have that panda blood."
He Qiaolan rolled up her sleeves and handed them to the little nurse.
"Mom, calm down!"
Meng Fansen gave his father a look, and he immediately understood, "Old lady, let's listen to our son. Be good and Xinxin will be fine."
"How can I calm down? How do you ask me to calm down? The person inside is my granddaughter. Can I calm down? Wuwuwu...my poor child..."
He Qiaolan was a little excited. Father Meng helped her sit on the chair to avoid causing trouble to the doctor.
When he learned that Xinxin's blood type was special, Meng Fansen secretly investigated the blood types of everyone in the family, and no one was the same as Xinxin.
In order to prevent situations like today from happening, he joined several charity groups with special blood types. Everyone in the groups has various kinds of panda blood, and it is difficult for everyone to support him when he is in trouble.
Before coming here, he contacted several people with the same blood type as Xinxin. The closest one was in the next province, and it took four hours to get here.
The people in the group rushed towards them without saying anything after receiving the news.
And Xinxin, doesn’t even have 4 hours?
What should he do, what should he do to save Xinxin? Tears of reluctance and self-blame instantly soaked Meng Fansen's eyes.
"Take mine, I have type B RH negative blood."
