Free Web NovelChapter 941: Chapter 950: Caring (10)
But Chenchen’s surgery is already two-thirds complete. As long as there is enough blood, he will be able to recover.
But if...
Now, this situation is like forcing him to choose between a child and a brother of many years, as if he is the grim reaper deciding life or death. Yet, no one knows how difficult it is for him at this moment!
...
Outside the door, several people continued to gaze intently in the direction of the operating room.
Qiao Mo was simply worried about why Chenchen had not come out yet. Could it be that the surgery was not yet over?
But Fu Nancheng, after gazing at the tightly closed operating room door for a while, suddenly stood up as if he thought of something.
"Where are you going?" Qiao Mo asked worriedly.
"To the bathroom."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned. Usually, he wouldn’t go to the bathroom at a time like this, especially since he had just drawn so much blood. Why would he want to go to the bathroom?
"I’ll go with you." Qiao Mo stood up and said instinctively, after all, his complexion didn’t look good, and she was really worried about him.
He chuckled softly, "You want to go to the men’s room too?"
Qiao Mo was at a loss for words, yet she saw him already turning and leaving. Qiao Mo hesitated before pulling Qiqi and following him from a distance.
But after reaching the corner, instead of going to the bathroom, Fu Nancheng went back to the blood collection room.
The doctor from before was still there. Fu Nancheng went straight up to her, sat down, and presented his other arm, "Draw blood." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
The doctor was momentarily stunned, then shook her head, "Mr. Fu, you’ve already today..."
"I said draw blood." His voice turned a shade darker, his cold, fierce eyes falling on the doctor, making it hard for her to breathe.
The doctor almost felt like crying; after all, when Qin Zhaoran warned him earlier, he said to draw 400 milliliters first, and if Mr. Fu’s condition allowed, then an additional 100 milliliters.
But he was given strict orders, a maximum of 500 milliliters. If anything went wrong, he would solely be held accountable!
"Mr. Fu... please don’t make it difficult for me. Your body really can’t handle more blood being drawn."
Fu Nancheng’s thin lips lightly pressed together, his face darkened, and the doctor’s legs began to tremble.
What sin had he committed, provoking one he couldn’t afford to, but he couldn’t afford to provoke either of these two.
Trembling, he picked up the needle, but kept procrastinating, yet ultimately couldn’t withstand Fu Nancheng’s cold, fierce gaze.
At that moment, Qiao Mo, pulling Qiqi along, also came in. Seeing this scene, she couldn’t help but be stunned.
But the doctor seemed to catch a lifeline, dropping the needle and stepping forward, "Miss Qiao, thank goodness you’re here... Mr. Fu insists on having me draw more blood... but his body really can’t take it, please persuade him."
Fu Nancheng frowned, having not expected Qiao Mo to follow him.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and at this point, how could she not understand the situation?
Surely Fu Nancheng had guessed the situation inside the operating room, knowing that the lack of movement wasn’t due to a successful surgery, but because there wasn’t enough blood, and Qin Zhaoran wouldn’t allow him to donate more.
Fu Nancheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes slightly moist as well.
"Draw, don’t make me say it again." He coldly warned, issuing the final ultimatum.
The doctor looked at Qiao Mo repeatedly, unsure of what to do. In the end, seeing Qiao Mo silent, he picked up the needle again.
Just as the needle was about to pierce the vein in Fu Nancheng’s arm, Qiao Mo, who had been standing by the door, uncontrollably rushed forward, grabbing the syringe, not caring if the needle would prick her.
