Falling behind at the start, the first surgery shocked the world.

The speaker was Cheng Wu's wife, who stood up and addressed Xia Tian.

"I can donate to him."

"However, I wasn't trying to save him. Drunk drivers should just be run over and killed as soon as they step out the door. I was just doing my duty as someone with rare blood type!"

There are various alliances in society.

Football league.

Basketball league.

Game Alliance.

Similarly, there is also an alliance for Rh-negative blood types.

There are organizations for Rh-negative blood all over the country. Because of the scarcity of this blood type, Rh-negative blood holders, as a small group of people, unite together.

On ordinary days, everyone goes about their own business.

If a person with rare blood type (Rh-negative) has an emergency, they only need to call out, and people nearby will rush over to give them a blood transfusion.

No matter where you get injured, the league will help.

This is the duty of people with Rh-negative blood.

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoyun's mother immediately bowed repeatedly to her.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

At this moment.

All words are inadequate; all I can do is thank you again and again.

But the aunt didn't appreciate it.

She turned her head away and said coldly, "Don't thank me. I was just doing my duty. If I had a choice, I'd rather your son be dead!!!"

The atmosphere became tense.

Everyone at the scene was speechless. People who drive under the influence of alcohol certainly don't deserve pity, but... after all, it's still a human life.

Li Xiaoyun's mother, with swollen eyes, stared blankly at her.

The aunt turned her head away, her face full of indifference.

But he added a sentence.

"My two daughters are also BRH negative. If we don't have enough, we can test them. If the three of us still aren't enough, there are five other BRH negative cases in Gangnam City. I can contact them to come over."

Xia Tian felt a warmth in her heart from the aunt's words and nodded repeatedly.

"That's enough, that's enough."

The patient didn't bleed much, so 200cc was drawn from each person. 600cc was enough for the patient, who was very young.

Sign the surgical agreement.

Summer was the lead surgeon for Cheng Wu, while Li Xiaohong and Fatty were the lead surgeons for Li Xiaoyun.

"Xiaohong, you will be the surgeon."

"Fatty, you're the first to help."

"The patient is now in your care."

Just before entering the operating room, Xia Tian patted the two of them on the shoulder.

Li Xiaohong was very nervous, her big eyes filled with worry.

"Brother Tian, ​​can I???"

Li Xiaohong has only performed appendectomy, hip fracture + iliac artery bleeding surgery. She has only assisted in such major surgeries a few times and has never performed a surgery on her own.

"Of course you can."

Summer winked at her.

"Believe in yourself."

"Besides, isn't Fatty still here?"

"With his help, there won't be any problems."

Li Xiaohong glanced at the fat man.

Fatty, you have to be reliable!!!

(Fatty: I'm under immense pressure!)

"Alright, go ahead and get busy."

"come on."

Xia Tian gave the two of them a thumbs-up and then turned and went into the operating room. Encouraged by Xia Tian, ​​Li Xiaohong felt a surge of confidence.

She didn't believe in herself.

But she believed in summer.

If Xia Tian says she can do it, then she can do it!

Summer is so cool!

Go for it!

……

At 8 p.m.

After taking a shower, Liu Yu lay in bed and sent a message in the Three Musketeers' group chat.

Liu Yu: "How do I seduce Han Meiji?"

"Ugh, I've never done anything like this before. It's so embarrassing. Maybe I should just forget about it."

Zhang Ming: "We can't forget about it. Summer's happiness depends entirely on you."

Dean Jia: "Hahaha, Lao Liu, just give in already. Go for it."

Liu Yu: "How do I do it? I don't know how either."

Zhang Ming: "Isn't that simple? Just send a WeChat message to say hello."

Liu Yu: "Is this a greeting like 'Good evening'?"

Zhang Ming: "Okay."

"You are the director of the proctology department. To them, you are a leader, an elder, someone they can curry favor with. Even a casual greeting from you should make these young girls feel flattered."

"Try sending a sentence if you don't believe me."

Liu Yu: "Okay, I'll send it and see."

I closed the group chat and opened Han Meiji's WeChat. Almost all the medical staff in our hospital have added her on WeChat because there are some groups, and everyone adds each other as friends for work convenience.

Open Han Meiji's WeChat.

Liu Yu took a deep breath and sent three words.

"Good evening."

Then, he quickly returned to the Three Musketeers' group chat and asked anxiously.

"I sent a 'Good evening' message."

"What will she say back to me?"

Zhang Ming analyzed, "As a normal person, when she sees a greeting, she'll first be quite excited, after all, you're a high-ranking director. Then she'll reply 'Good evening,' and if she has higher emotional intelligence, she might ask, 'Have you eaten?'"

Let's change the subject and keep the conversation going.

Liu Yu: "If she asks me, 'Is something wrong?' what should I say? What should I say?"

Zhang Ming: "You're so silly. Just ask how many weeks he's been in the hospital, what's bothering him, and show him care like an elder, making him feel the warmth of a father."

Liu Yu: "Okay, okay, I'll write it down."

Zhang Ming: "Did she reply?"

Liu Yu left the group chat, glanced at it, and then returned.

"Didn't reply."

Zhang Ming: "She's not working tonight, she's probably taking a shower. Let's wait a bit."

9 o'clock.

Zhang Ming: "Did you reply?"

Liu Yu: "Didn't reply."

10 o'clock.

Zhang Ming: "Did you reply?"

Liu Yu: "She hasn't replied... What's wrong with her? Why isn't she replying to my messages?"

Zhang Ming: "He might be taking a shower."

Liu Yu: "Why did it take so long to wash?"

Zhang Ming: "Wait a little longer."

11 o'clock.

Before Zhang Ming could ask, Liu Yu spoke up.

Three hours have passed, and she still hasn't replied to my message.

Zhang Ming: "He's a top student, he probably doesn't look at his phone at night..."

At this time.

Director Jia posted a screenshot of a WeChat Moments post. At 10:58, Han Meiji posted a message on WeChat Moments.

"Uzi, yyds!"

Below is an image from the game's webpage.

Liu Yu: "What do you mean? You're not replying to my WeChat messages, but posting on your Moments?"

Zhang Ming: "Maybe she didn't see it. I'll ask her."

Zhang Ming opened Han Meiji's WeChat and casually made up an excuse: "Are you on night shift tonight?"

Ding dong.

Han Meiji immediately replied, "No."

Zhang Ming: "Was that working the night shift in the summer?"

Han Mi-hee: "Yes!"

The response was swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Ming posted the chat screenshot in the group and asked a question out of the blue.

"She's online, why isn't she replying to my messages?"

Liu Yu: "...She probably doesn't want to go back, right?"

Zhang Ming: "??? No way, you're a director, for goodness' sake, and she doesn't even reply to messages from directors?"

Liu Yu: "Then I'll try again."

Five minutes later.

Liu Yu: "She still won't reply!"

So... it's not that I'm busy, or that I didn't see it, it's just that I'm deliberately not replying!

The group was completely silent...

Dean Jia: "Hahahaha, you two are really cracking me up."

Liu Yu: "This matter ends here. I'm withdrawing. I can't afford to lose face like this."

Zhang Ming: "..."

"They don't even reply to the leaders' speeches. When we were young, we would practically kneel down to listen to the leaders when they spoke. These post-90s generation don't even reply to the leaders' messages."

"This young man!!!!"