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Volume 3 Shandong Thief Chapter 289: Rh Negative Blood

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    Chapter 289: The high-speed update of the rh-negative blood chapter has begun. The updated word count is 2864. It doesn¡¯t matter to me whether this summit will be held or not. For me now.  You just need to wait for a while before you can expand.  Jiang Xiao has already planned a blueprint for me. As for people like Chen Miaomiao and Zhao Hong, they will have to wait until this summit is over before they can deal with it.  But I'm not in a hurry, and my life is still between two o'clock and one line between commuting to get off work every day.  One day, I came home.  As soon as I arrived at the bun shop downstairs, the bun seller said to me anxiously: "Hao Ren, please go back quickly. Your child was crying so heartbreakingly that everyone in the building could hear it, including Xiaoqing.  I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m doing, it¡¯s been more than an hour, and we can¡¯t knock on the door or get in.¡± I hurried upstairs, and when I got to the door, I heard people crying loudly at home.  The crying sounds a little hoarse and intermittent, and it should last for a long time.  I quickly took out the key and opened the door, and saw Sun Xiaoqing sitting on the floor at home. The TV was turned on and SpongeBob SquarePants was playing. Sun Xiaoqing was lying next to him with a very sad look on his face.  I was so anxious that I rushed over and picked up Sun Xiaoqing.  Then I asked the aunt from the bun shop who came up with me to help me carry it, and I hurried to the hospital.  After arriving at the hospital, Sun Xiaoqing was quickly sent to the emergency room.  I stood outside the emergency room, took a deep breath, and squatted down against the wall.  His hands were still shaking and his legs were weak.  I don't know what happened to Sun Xiaoqing?  Could it be that he is sick?  Or is there some hidden illness that you didn't tell me?  Thinking about this, I felt scared for no reason. I wanted to light a cigarette, but when I touched my pocket, I found that there was no cigarette at all.  At this moment, the door of the emergency room opened, and the nurse came out and asked, "Who are the patient's family members." I quickly walked up and said, "I am her husband. What disease has my wife got?"  The nurse said: "Your wife is anemic and needs an emergency blood transfusion within two hours, but she has rh-negative blood, which is commonly known as panda blood. There are only 200 ml of this blood source in the Shanghai blood bank, and your wife needs 500 ml.  The difference is 300 milliliters. Do you have any direct relatives of your wife? For example, your son or your wife¡¯s parents or siblings. Or friends with rh-negative blood.¡± Now I was dumbfounded. Sun Xiaoqing turned out to have rh-negative blood.  I know she is anemic, but how could she faint from anemia?  But obviously now is not the time to pursue this issue, saving Sun Xiaoqing is the most important thing.  I immediately called Sun Youbo. He was Sun Xiaoqing's younger brother and a direct family member of Sun Xiaoqing. His blood type was most likely Rh-negative.  But what makes me strange is that Sun Youbo¡¯s phone call couldn¡¯t be reached.  After thinking about it, I called my home.  The woman who answered the phone was the proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop. I asked her to bring her to the hospital. It was Sun Xiaoqing¡¯s and my child. Half of them might have rh-negative blood.  After doing this, I didn't just sit back and wait, but made a call to Shanghai Transportation Radio and Shanghai People's Broadcasting Station.  Ask them to help me find someone with rh negative blood.  After doing this, I said to the nurse: "Can I go in and see my wife?" The nurse let me in with the doctor's consent, and I saw Sun Xiaoqing lying in the emergency room.  Her face was still pale, and a pack of bright red blood next to her was being transported into her body. However, the blood pack dried up immediately and only had 200 ml.  Seeing this scene, I was heartbroken.  You really shouldn't care about Sun Xiaoqing, you don't even know her blood type.  ¡­ The first thing to go to the hospital was that the doctor wanted to draw his blood to test his blood type.  What makes me very strange is that I didn't cry or be afraid when the blood was drawn.  At that time, he got into my arms tightly, holding my clothes with his little hands, and his eyes were filled with tears, but he did not cry.  The doctor glanced at me and praised: "Your son is so brave." I said anxiously: "Thank you." I sat outside the emergency room holding him in his arms after drawing blood. I was still a little nervous.  He felt restless, maybe because he could see it, or maybe it was the unfamiliar environment of the hospital that made him feel nervous.  He raised his head and said hesitantly: "Daddy, mommyis sick. Daddy, mommywillbe fine!" The logic of his language was not smooth. He probably knew that my mother was sick, and he asked me if my mother's illness would be OK.  It will be better.  I hugged him, and suddenly a burst of sadness came to my heart.  "Mom's illness will definitely get better." I said to him firmly.  ¡°Don¡¯t say anything, just get into my arms.  The reality is always so frustrating. My blood type is different from that of Sun Xiaoqing.  His blood type was inherited from mine, which is also type B.  And sometimes the child's blood type is not necessarily the same as that of the parents. This is also knowledge in medical genetics, but now I know that I can't save Sun Xiaoqing.    I am extremely anxious, but there is no rh-negative blood now.  There is simply no way to save Sun Xiaoqing. Now I just hope that the radio station can play a role.  I have announced my mobile phone number on the radio, and I promise to pay a thousand yuan to anyone who comes to donate blood.  But now, no one has called my phone.  Suddenly, my phone rang.  I got through and it was a man. He told me that he heard the broadcast and that he had rh-negative blood. I was overjoyed and thought that Sun Xiaoqing must be saved.  But this man knocked my hopes to the ground with another blow. He was out of town and could not donate blood to Sun Xiaoqing.  But fate is so teasing. This man told me that he had a friend who also had rh-negative blood, and provided me with his friend¡¯s number. The most important thing is that his friend is in Shanghai.  I quickly thanked him and called his friend. The phone rang for thirty seconds before he was connected. Then a lively voice came from the phone: "Hey, who are you?" I said: "I am a college student.  Family members of the patient, I need rh-negative blood now, can you help me?" The woman on the other end of the phone just thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay, which hospital are you in? I'll rush there now."  "Pearl Hospital." I answered.  The woman hung up the phone directly.  With the blood source, my tense heartstrings finally relaxed.  After waiting for about twenty minutes, I received another call from the woman. She said she was downstairs in the hospital and asked me to pick her up.  I quickly handed it to the lady behind the bun shop, then went downstairs, looked at the huge crowd, and asked her: "What are you wearing?" "A Spongebob T-shirt, and a pair of shorts." I glanced around.  There were no shorts at all in the audience.  "What are you wearing?" "Trousers on the lower body, white shirt on the upper body." "Pfft, it turns out that you have been acting like a weirdo, and the bad guy on the phone is you!" the girl said cheerfully, and then hung up.  Telephone.  Then, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
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