Chapter 81 Saving People
When Liu Zhiyong was extremely anxious, the door of the operating room opened.
"Liu Yuxiang's family."
Hearing the voice, Liu Zhiyong hurriedly raised his head and stood up.
"I'm here.
Nurse, my son..."
The nurse interrupted him, "Your son has lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion now, but his blood type is special, it is rh negative blood, and the hospital blood bank is temporarily in urgent need of blood.
May I ask if you and he have the same blood type?"
Liu Zhiyong's face turned pale, "I, I don't have the same blood type as him."
When the child was found to have a special blood type, he was quite confused at first.
But Murong Ya said that she had a special blood type, so he believed it.
His father even secretly did a paternity test without telling him.
But the result showed that Yuxiang was indeed his child.
At that time, he felt guilty about this matter to Murong Ya for a long time.
Now that I think about it, my son's blood type should be from his biological mother.
"Does anyone in your family have the special RH blood type?
If so, contact them immediately. Otherwise,
if you delay any longer, your son will be in danger."
Liu Zhiyong's body shook when he heard this.
No one in his family has the special blood type!
Where can he find someone with the special blood type at this time?
Someone in his family!
That's right!
Yuxiang's biological mother!
He hurriedly called his secretary, "Open my computer, click on the earliest email today, and send me the contact number of the woman on it.
Be quick.
Remember, the content of the email must not be leaked, otherwise you know the consequences."
The secretary answered the phone and quickly did as he said.
Wait for the number to be sent.
She then finished reading the email, and was stunned when she discovered the secret inside.
Oh my god!
What did she discover?
The general manager was not the child of the president's wife.
Instead, she secretly found a surrogate mother and gave birth to him.
She actually knew such a rich family secret.
Oh my god, no wonder the president didn't let her leak it.
If she dared to leak it, the consequences would be...
The secretary quickly closed the email and locked the computer.
...
Liu Zhiyong called the number sent by the secretary.
But the person who answered the phone was Zhang Zhen.
He sent Zhang Qi to the hospital and did a color Doppler ultrasound of the heart, but the result was the same as before, nothing could be found.
The doctor suggested that she memorize a dynamic electrocardiogram and be hospitalized for observation.
This time Zhang Zhen did not let her do as she pleased, but forced her to be hospitalized.
Zhang Qi had difficulty breathing and angina.
Only after the doctor put a ventilator on her did she feel her breathing become smoother.
Zhang Zhen looked at the unfamiliar caller ID, and as soon as he picked up the phone, before he could say anything, he heard an anxious, panicked pleading voice.
"Excuse me, is this Zhang Qi?
My name is Liu Zhiyong, and I have an unwelcome request. My son has lost too much blood..."
Liu Zhiyong was afraid that Zhang Qi would disagree, so he revealed his identity right away.
After he finished speaking, he waited anxiously for recovery.
He was not sure if Zhang Qi would help save her son if she found out that he had suddenly revealed his identity.
But right now, he had no quicker way than this.
Zhang Zhen's fingers tightened around the phone.
Suicide due to illness!
Excessive blood loss!
Life-threatening!
Is his poor eldest brother's condition so serious?
He didn't dare let his mother find out. He
said to Liu Zhiyong, "Okay, I'll be there right away."
Then he hung up the phone.
He put the phone in his pocket and said to Zhang Qi.
"Mom, I just asked the owner of the fruit shop to weigh some fruit. I'll go get it."
Every time my mother recovered from her illness, she liked to eat some fruit.
Zhang Qi was wearing a ventilator and had recovered.
She didn't doubt her son's words. She
nodded at him.
After Zhang Zhen walked out of the ward, he contacted a good friend who worked in the hospital.
"It's urgent, come to the operating room and help save people."
Then he quickened his pace and ran.
...
At the door of the operating room, Liu Zhiyong looked at the hung up phone and was a little stunned.
The person who just answered the phone?
Was it that child?
and Yuxiang's fraternal twin children!
...
In less than two minutes, Zhang Zhen and his good friend appeared in front of Liu Zhiyong breathlessly, shocking him.
"You...you..."
This is too fast!
He just hung up the phone, and he arrived so quickly.
Was he already in the hospital?
Zhang Zhen didn't have time to explain to him, and said directly to the nurse, "My friend and I both have RH-negative blood. My friend can donate blood to the people inside.
And my blood can be donated to my friend."
The nurse nodded, "Then you come with me, the patient can't wait."
Liu Zhiyong watched helplessly as the operating room door closed again.
At this moment, his mood was like a roller coaster.
Zhang Zhen.
His other son.
He and Yuxiang's fraternal twin son.
He didn't expect that they would meet in this way.
Why was he also in the hospital?
He didn't look sick, could it be that his mother was sick?
...
Inside the operation room.
Zhang Zhen looked at the person on the other bed with extremely complicated emotions.
The wound on Liu Yuxiang's head had been treated, and the bandages were tied so that only his eyes, nose and mouth were exposed.
There was no blood on his face, as pale as the bandages.
Zhang Zhen looked at his hands.
On those hands, there were no less than twenty scars on one wrist, new and old.
The other wrist was bandaged, so no injuries could be seen.
But judging from the scars on the other hand,
there were probably scars there as well.
This was his brother.
His mother had felt guilty for half her life and had been missing him to death.
How desperate was he to slit his wrists again and again? He
committed suicide again and again.
So many times!
How did he survive all these years?
When Zhang Zhen saw his friend's blood flowing into Liu Yuxiang's body, he felt lucky.
He was lucky that he could save this brother who was separated from him at birth.
Although they didn't grow up together.
But it was good to be able to help him when he was on the verge of death.
However, he was worried that his brother with wounds all over his body would forgive his mother?
Will he understand his mother's helplessness and sadness?
...
As time passed,
his friend's consciousness gradually became blurred.
The nurse's worried voice sounded, "Do you still draw?
I think this gentleman is almost at the limit."
The doctor looked at Liu Yuxiang's electrocardiogram and asked Zhang Zhen's friend, "Can you still hold on?
This gentleman is not out of danger yet."
"Go on, I can still hold on.
He is my friend's brother, please be sure to save him."
He knew that if this man got into trouble, Zhang Zhen's mother would probably...
The doctor nodded, "Don't worry, I won't put your life in danger."
The doctor said to the nurse, "Draw another 200ml."
The nurse was shocked, "Draw another 200ml!"
"This gentleman will be in danger of life."
The doctor stared at Liu Yuxiang's electrocardiogram.
"Isn't there Zhang Zhen?
Transfuse Zhang Zhen's blood to him later."
The doctor was still familiar with Zhang Zhen.
Zhang Qi often came to the hospital for an attack, and Zhang Zhen always accompanied her.
They were already very familiar with each other.
The reason why he drew another 200ml of blood to save Liu Yuxiang was that he saw the heartache in Zhang Zhen's eyes.
This self-harming man must be very important to him!
...
After giving Liu Yuxiang another 200ml of blood, Zhang Zhen's friend fell into a coma.
After Zhang Zhen's friend stopped giving Liu Yuxiang blood, the doctor immediately drew his blood and gave it to his friend.
Blood transfusions are not allowed between direct relatives, so Zhang Zhen came up with this idea.
His friend's blood saved his brother.
And his blood was given to his friend.
He told the doctor to draw as much blood from his friend as his friend drew for his brother.
...
Outside the operating room, Liu Zhiyong looked at the operating light that was always on, and he was so anxious that he felt like he was being roasted on a fire.
He kept walking back and forth, his heart was so flustered that it was about to jump out of his chest.
In his heart, he kept praying that Liu Yuxiang could hold on.
He was happy and ashamed to see his little son suddenly.
He had never been so anxious in his life.
Finally
, after he walked around a few more times
, the door of the operating room opened with a "ding" sound...