Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day

  Chapter 992 Surgery

  Seeing that several noble ladies are vying for blood, which is really strange to the little nurse.

  "Is it a blood type? If it is not, it cannot be used." explained.

  These are veritable ladies in the Jincheng circle. They are usually at home and don’t know how to wash their dishes. They are also picked up by the driver at any time, and they have never been injured.

   "When I gave birth, the doctor said that I had blood type A or type B? The time interval was too long, I can't remember."

   "I also checked this stuff when I gave birth, but it's been over 20 years, and I really don't remember it."

  Mrs. Qiao was about to agree, so she listened to her son saying:

   "Okay, mom, don't delay the doctor to save people, we don't have a blood type A in our family."

  This, all right.

  Ms. Joe wanted to help, so she could only rest her mind.

  And Mrs. Gu, she knows her blood type:

   "I am panda blood." He was helpless.

  I don’t know if it’s a coincidence. The ladies outside, even the two bodyguards are not blood type A.

  As everyone looked at me and I looked at you, Tan Qingshu stepped forward again:

"I'm!"

Forehead?

  After the nurse responded, she pulled the person directly:

"follow me."

  Then, the door of the operating room closed again.

When Gu Yichen arrived, several lightly injured bodyguards had bandaged their wounds and stayed here. Some of their heads were wrapped in circles of white gauze, and some of the clothes did not need to be worn anymore. The upper body was directly wrapped up. Layers of white gauze, and some simple crutches in the hospital.

  Anyway, it's just as miserable as you look at it, it's all gone.

  At least, everyone has to stay here until the second group of people sent by the Mohist school arrives.

  Otherwise, if something happens again, everyone can apologize with death.

  One hour has passed. . .

  Two hours have passed. . .

  Three and a half hours later, the door of the operating room opened again.

"boss!"

"boss!"

  Yes, Mo Boyuan is out.

  This person is also very tenacious, and the anesthesiologist has to be amazed.

  I can recover so quickly and stay awake, and I don’t want everyone to push out sideways. I have to be in a wheelchair.

  After seeing the surgeon, he agreed:

   "If he wants to take a wheelchair, he should take a wheelchair. It's okay. It's a big deal to fix the bandage again."

  And Mo Boyuan must come out in a wheelchair, so that he can sit outside the operating room and wait for his wife to come out.

  It’s not okay to be in a wheelchair, but if you wait here in a hospital bed, it’s not so good, right?

  Just for the sake of others, it’s not good.

  Don’t frighten people!

  Mo Boyuan suffered the most from broken hands and broken legs. The rest of the bomb fragments were only ingested skin and flesh, and did not hurt the vitals, so the doctor took them out directly, and then stitched them up.

  But the little wife who seems to be in better condition has not yet come out at this time.

  Mo Boyuan had learned from the bodyguard that there was an accident during the operation of his little wife, and he almost kicked off his wheelchair and rushed into the operating room. Fortunately, he was caught by the bodyguard:

   "Madam is okay, Tan Er Shao has given a blood transfusion."

   "Tan Qingshu?"

   "Yes the boss."

  Mo Boyuan said, this time I owe Tan Lao Er a favor!

   "What about others?"

   "I haven't come out yet, rest inside."

  Another hour passed. . .

  The door of the operating room finally opened again, and everyone outside surrounded it.

  (End of this chapter)