Free Web NovelChapter 943: Chapter 952: Caring (12)
Qiao Mo was somewhat lost, never having thought that Qiqi and Chenchen would have the same blood type.
In the end, these three men of the family all have the same blood type. Is this the destined cause and effect and fate?
The doctor who had been outside hurried in, was stunned upon seeing the half-bag of blood, estimated it to be around one hundred and twenty milliliters.
"Miss Qiao," the doctor’s gaze fell on Qiao Mo.
"Is something wrong with Chenchen?" Qiao Mo immediately stood up.
"The child’s condition is not great, the blood volume is insufficient, Doctor Qin asked me to tell you that at least another two hundred and fifty milliliters are needed to ensure the surgery’s success. He wants you to make the decision yourself."
This was indeed the result after Qin Zhaoran’s careful consideration, he repeatedly emphasized to the doctor that this should be communicated to Qiao Mo, not Fu Nancheng. freewёbnoνel.com
Because he knew, if it were Nancheng who found out, this fool would surely donate blood to the child without considering anything else.
But he believed that Qiao Mo loved Fu Nancheng, and the child was also hers, so he had no right to make the decision for her, only to tell her the truth.
Qin Zhaoran sighed softly, feeling that he owed Qiao Mo due to what happened with Qiqi years ago.
Otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t have told Qiao Mo the truth.
But he had once caused her to lose a child, and now... he couldn’t watch helplessly as she lost another.
"Draw blood," Fu Nancheng coldly said to the doctor.
Qiao Mo’s heart ached intensely, she looked at Fu Nancheng with red eyes, her lips trembling.
Fu Nancheng silently looked at her, with a firm look in his eyes, as if comforting her: Trust me, everything will be okay.
Qiao Mo stood in place, holding Qiqi, tears falling one after another.
The bright red blood passed through the IV tube into the blood bag, extremely glaring.
The originally empty flat blood bag gradually filled, but she clearly saw Fu Nancheng’s face turning paler, sweat seeping onto his forehead.
"Enough... enough! No more drawing! He’ll die!" Qiao Mo rushed forward but was stopped by Fu Nancheng’s other big hand, pulling her into his embrace, lowering his head to fiercely capture her lips.
"Um..." Qiao Mo pounded his chest, tears flooding her mouth, salty and bitter.
Bastard!
Because ultimately the blood was being drawn, it was not very convenient, plus he really had no strength now, not long after, Qiao Mo broke free.
Without a word, Qiao Mo again pulled out the needle for drawing blood.
"No more! No more blood!" Qiao Mo roared, her eyes crimson.
She hated her own helplessness, hated that she could do nothing at this moment!
The doctor looked at the blood bag, one hundred and ten milliliters, if Qiqi’s blood could also be used, it would probably be enough.
The doctor walked to Qiqi again, asking, "Are you sure your blood type is the same as the child in the operating room?"
Qiqi nodded seriously.
As a child he was sick too, so he remembered when the doctor said his blood type was very rare, could only endure, couldn’t transfuse.
Fu Nancheng then also spoke from the side, "It’s the same, take it to Zhaoran."
The first time he rushed to the hospital to see Qiqi, Qiqi had been abused by Yu Qianxun, the hospitalization was urgent, he had also drawn blood for him then, not much, but could confirm the blood type was the same.
Having received confirmation, the doctor no longer hesitated, quickly ran towards the operating room.
Qiao Mo looked at the two people, one big and one small, with pale faces, her heartache almost suffocating her, "How are you? Are you uncomfortable?"
