Chapter 156 Little God of Wealth

2pm, Queen Mary Hospital, Kowloon.

The doctor pushed the portable ambulance bed, the wheels making a heart-wrenching sound on the tiles, and rushed straight to the emergency room.

Doctor: "...Excessive blood loss, give me an adrenaline first!"

He glanced at Jian Ruochen's wound and said, "His blood pressure is too low. He needs a blood transfusion. What's his blood type?"

Guan Yingjun stood outside the emergency room, his hands and feet cold, "RH...RH negative."

The attending doctor's face suddenly darkened, "We don't have this here."

In the 1990s, except for the rich, most poor people would not have regular physical examinations, let alone spend money to test their blood types.

The blood bank is short of blood and the information is incomplete. Sometimes even common blood types cannot be provided, let alone RH negative.

Although Queen Mary Hospital is an emergency hospital directly under the police and its facilities are better than other hospitals, it is still a bit difficult to get Rh-negative blood.

"Inject Ringer's solution first to delay time." The doctor said decisively.

As he spoke, he cut open Jian Ruochen's blood-stained shirt to prepare for the next suturing. "Fortunately, it's a penetrating wound. It only needs to be cleaned. There's no need to use a knife to find the bullet. With this blood type, you should stay away from the front lines in the future. You..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the doctor used surgical scissors to pick up the stack of papers hidden in Jian Ruo's abdomen. He pinched a corner, pulled it out and handed it to Guan Yingjun.

Guan Yingjun took it and said nothing for a long while.

It turned out that when he picked up Jian Ruochen before, he was not protecting his belly, but the evidence.

The two men looked at each other.

The doctor's heart seemed to be hit hard.

He has saved many police officers, some who were shot, some who lost too much blood, some who had bullets through their lungs, some who had broken their legs, and they all crawled back.

Jian Ruochen is the youngest among these people.

Young enough to be his son.

Still young.

The doctor turned his face away. "It is legal to carry guns in casinos, and the diameter of pistol bullets is controlled to be half the diameter of police guns, so Ringer's solution can at least delay him for 1-3 days."

He closed his eyes and said, "He needs a blood transfusion. Sir Guan, go and sew up the bullet wound on your arm, and then think of a solution."

After saying this, the doctor pushed Jian Ruochen into the emergency room.

When the red light at the door came on, Luo Binwen arrived.

He had just come down from a social finance banquet. He was still wearing a light brown suit with peak lapels. An exquisite pocket watch was clipped on the second button from the bottom of the suit. A chain extended out, holding the pocket watch, and disappeared into the side pocket.

It was picked by Jian Ruochen.

Luo Binwen's hair was messy, his chest was heaving, and he was breathing heavily. He saw Guan Yingjun sitting outside the operating room at a glance, "How is it?"

Being a policeman must be extremely dangerous, especially in the serious crime squad, but he didn't expect that Jian Ruochen was a criminal psychologist and a civilian! He was actually sent to the operating room for emergency treatment!

Luo Binwen didn't want to blame Guan Yingjun. After all, this must have been Jian Ruochen's own choice, but he couldn't help blaming Guan Yingjun in his heart.

Why do you trust Jian Ruochen so much? Why don’t you just take care of him?

"We need a blood transfusion." Guan Yingjun whispered, "We don't have any at Queen Mary Hospital."

Queen Mary Hospital doesn’t have any, which means there is currently none in the blood bank in Hong Kong.

He held the evidence that Jian Ruochen had obtained, but he had no intention of checking it. He lowered his eyes and said, "Let STN report the news, saying that Jian Ruochen was shot and injured, and urgently needs blood. The reward for the donor who finds a matching blood within 24 hours is 15 million."

Guan Yingjun said, looking at Luo Binwen, "I have my savings with him, and I can only take out this much."

Luo Binwen: "So the money is yours."

He asked where the young master got so much change.

"Now it has become 58 million." Luo Binwen couldn't understand how 58 million was enough money to support a young master in Hong Kong.

"Then the prize money becomes 58 million," said Guan Yingjun.

Luo Binwen looked at him quietly for a few seconds before saying, "You can't get the certificate."

Guan Yingjun didn't say anything.

"Lu Qian and Jiang Hanyu were able to announce their marriage to the world and then obtain a marriage certificate and hold an engagement ceremony because they have nothing to do with politics."

Luo Binwen cruelly dissected the reality and laid it bare in front of Guan Yingjun, "The mainland is more strictly controlled than Hong Kong, and he has close ties with the mainland now. He might even join the party. You can't go abroad to get a marriage certificate. Without documents and children, it's hard for you to love each other for a lifetime."

"As an elder, I am touched that you can take out all your savings, but have you ever thought about what to do in the future if your relationship does not end well? You have to live."

Guan Yingjun said, "You don't have to test me. I am willing to give him everything, even if it's only for a moment."

Luo Binwen: …

This, this senior inspector has lost all his rationality!

It's like taking phenmethylol!

He was sure that if it were Jian Ruochen, he would never say it so decisively.

The young master will save some for himself so that he can make a comeback.

It turns out that this generation of love-brained people is not from the Conant family.

That's fine.

Luo Binwen: "Okay, this method is feasible. 58 million will be given. The rest will be given to those who verify their blood type and successfully donate to save others. They will receive a 500 yuan bonus and a red bean snack. I will pay for this."

·

Today, STN is the leader in Hong Kong's news industry. Once it makes a move, information spreads at an incredibly fast speed.

The blood donation point at Xiangjiang Hospital was full after an hour.

Blood test blood draw. If you have no history of drug abuse and are in good health, you will get 500 yuan, and you will also get a free physical examination. This money is like money falling from the sky.

The blood banks of major hospitals are full as never before, and the hospitals funded by Conant are even more full because of the fast award process.

The family of the pregnant woman with type A blood who was bleeding heavily that day did not even hear the excuse that the blood bank was in short supply, which is a "commonplace" excuse in hospitals, and immediately came up with a new one.

The rescue was timely and mother and child are safe.

·

Rh-negative blood is hidden in the crowd. After such an inspection, we actually found more than a dozen people with it within 24 hours.

After disease screening, only 8 people were left who were qualified. These eight people almost fought at the hospital gate over who would donate blood.

Queen Mary Hospital was stunned by the operation.

In 24 hours, 1.9 billion Hong Kong dollars were spent to save lives.

Although the intention was to save Jian Ruochen, in fact this action could save no less than a hundred people, and even facilitate subsequent blood donations.

Apart from Conant, who else has the capital to do such a thing?

It is said that Jiang Hanyu who is now in prison also has this blood type. He also suffers from a blood disease and is in urgent need of blood transfusion and bone marrow transplant, but he could not find a match and ended up having an illegal transplant.

They are all wealthy people. Look at the situation of the Conant family.

Not only did he save his own young master, but he also filled up all the blood banks in Hong Kong, making it more convenient for other patients who needed blood transfusions.

When the doctor was giving Jian Ruochen a blood transfusion, the nurse next to him said, "This is a bit too ridiculous."

The doctor said it could be delayed for 1-3 days, but in fact they all felt there was no hope.

There are so few Rh negatives, and Hong Kong is so big, how can we find one?

But these 24 hours passed like a dream.

"It's similar to the siege of Bright Summit by the six major sects," she said.

It’s just that the six major factions went to besiege and kill people, while these people “besieged” the hospital to save people.

The nurse looked at the person lying on the bed.

Jian Ruochen looked much better than when she first arrived. The corners of her lips had just been wiped with a wet cotton swab. Sir Guan, who was known for his iron face, had also carefully applied some lipstick. Her lip beads looked moist and particularly beautiful.

The nurse thought of the relationship between them, curled her lips and looked away, and asked casually: "Who donated blood in the end?"

"A girl who flew over from the mainland." The doctor replied while writing on the medical record. "She is in the most suitable physical condition for donation, and she has donated hematopoietic stem cells to others before."

In fact, what she donated back then was not considered a donation at all. She was abducted and forced to donate.

The beneficiary is Jiang Hanyu, who is now serving his sentence in prison.

The girl was later rescued by the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit, whose parents were found and sent back to the mainland. It is said that her parents and elders were looking for her like crazy. She was a second-generation red, the apple of the family's eye, but she was abducted because she ran away from home because she didn't want to join the army.

This time she saw the news on STN and flew directly by helicopter to donate blood. Now the girl's body has completely recovered, and she somehow changed her mind about joining the army. She has become a dashing female soldier.

"Those who love others will always be loved by others," said the doctor.

Jian Ruochen is such a good person, many people are reluctant to let him go.

"What has West Kowloon been busy with lately? There's so much commotion." The nurse started chatting again.

The doctor lowered his eyes and glanced over: "I usually don't know things that I shouldn't know."

·

West Kowloon was busy sorting out the evidence that Jian Ruochen brought back.

That hard drive, that paper, any one of them is something that can expose the past of British Hong Kong.

Moreover, the blood-stained, seemingly ordinary paper used to protect the hard drive was actually full of names of officials who had laundered money in the casino.

Not only that, there are also receipts and account statements showing that after Morklin received his commission from money laundering, he invested the money in several primary schools in Hong Kong.

It is not normal at all to spend such a large amount on primary schools.

Primary schools don't need so much money.

The West Kowloon Crime Unit knew very well that if this job was done well, it would not only bring down Lu Rong, but could even replace a group of Hong Kong officials.

These are all small.

What's more, they may be able to use these evidences to find the base of the MI6 spy intelligence agency planted in Hong Kong, and even catch them all in one fell swoop and deport them all.

Chen Jincai touched the pile of evidence and tasks assigned to him, and went to the shrine in the corner of the hall of the serious crime team, touched three incense sticks, lit them, raised the incense to his eyebrows, and bowed devoutly to Guan Erye: "Erye, as the God of Wealth, please bless our West Kowloon's little God of Wealth. He must be healthy and safe."

"Please...please don't make any more mistakes."

No one dared to mess with Guan Yingjun these days.

There was a sense of calm madness about him, and if Jian Ruochen were to make any more mistakes, he was afraid that Guan Sir would just shoot someone else.

Recalling the scene where Guan Yingjun was covered in blood, holding Jian Ruochen in the back seat of his jeep, and ordering him to rush to the hospital...

Chen Jincai shuddered silently, inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner in front of Guan Erye, put his hands together and bowed again, muttering to himself: "Little God of Wealth has made such a great contribution this time, he deserves a Bauhinia Medal. There are so many gods in heaven, please keep this one for us."

This was said less than 2 hours ago.

Jian Ruochen woke up.

at the same time.

Two medals awarded from the mainland, a letter of commendation and a note were sent to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.

There was a line of words written on the note: [Public Relations Department, please read it. 】