When Lin Yazhu and Zhan Leiting received the news that Zhan Wang was in the hospital, Zhan Wang was already out of danger.
However, things took an unexpected turn for the better.
Just when Zhan Wang had clearly escaped danger, the situation suddenly worsened again.
He suffered an unexpected massive hemorrhage and was subsequently rushed back to the emergency room.
Soon, the doctor came out and informed Lin Yazhu and Zhan Leiting.
The war requires a large amount of blood transfusion.
However, because Zhan Wang's blood type is unusual, there is no blood of that type in the blood bank, so a match needs to be made immediately.
Lin Yazhu and Zhan Leiting immediately paired up.
However, their blood type and fighting spirit did not match.
It is rare for parents and children to have different blood types, but it does happen.
Afterwards, everyone in the hospital had their blood drawn to see if they were a match for Zhan Wang.
However, because Zhan Wang's blood type was rare, in the end only one person in the entire hospital was a match for Zhan Wang's blood type.
Little grass.
But the doctor hesitated.
Because the grass is too small.
She was only seven or eight years old.
The battle requires a lot of blood, and if so much blood is drawn from Xiaocao, such a small child might not be able to withstand it.
However, Zhan Wang's situation was too urgent, and there was no time to waste.
Just as the doctor hesitated, Xiaocao stepped forward on her own initiative.
She asked the doctor to draw her blood immediately.
"As long as it can save my big brother, I'm not afraid of having to draw any amount of blood." As Xiaocao spoke, her young face was full of strength.
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The situation is urgent.
Besides, Lin Yazhu and Zhan Leiting have been urging them.
Therefore, the doctor immediately drew blood from Xiaocao.
When the needle for drawing blood pierced Xiaocao's arm, tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back and refused to let them fall.
Zhou Jian's heart ached terribly at the sight.
He said, "Little grass, look over here, look at Uncle Zhou Jian. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Uncle Zhou Jian is with you."
The little grass turned its head toward Zhou Jian.
Tears were still welling up in her eyes, but Xiaocao forced a smile at Zhou Jian and said, "Uncle Zhou Jian, I'll tell you a secret."
"you say."
"Actually, I'm really afraid of injections," Xiaocao said. "I never cried when I was little, not even when I was hit or scolded, but I couldn't help but cry when I got a shot because I was so afraid of injections."
Zhou Jian was taken aback.
The needles used for injections are usually very fine.
The needles used for drawing blood are quite thick.
Zhou Jian could almost imagine how scared and terrified Xiao Cao must have been when such a thick needle was inserted into her arm.
But she didn't say anything, even though tears were welling up, she held them back.
Zhou Jianxin felt even more pain.
He said, "Little grass, if you want to cry, then cry. If you're scared, then cry. Once you've finished crying, everything will be alright."
The little grass shook its head.
Her voice had a childlike quality: "I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of drawing blood from my older brother. I'm not afraid of even the thickest needle because I'm donating blood to save him. So I'm not afraid of drawing any amount of blood or using any thickest needle."
However, although she was not afraid, Xiaocao's physical condition was what it was.
She's so young and so thin; her body simply can't handle having so much blood drawn at once.
As the blood level in the blood bag continued to rise, Xiaocao's face grew paler and paler.
However, the amount of blood needed to supply Zhan Wang has not yet been reached.
In this situation, the doctor was supposed to stop.
After all, the blood donor clearly looked unwell.
However, under pressure from Zhan Leiting and Lin Yazhu, the doctor dared not do it.
After all, doctors know that the patients they need to treat are very important.
Compared to this, the little girl who donated blood is insignificant.
Lin Yazhu and Zhan Leiting didn't care how much blood Xiaocao donated.
They didn't care even if the grass died as a result.
However, Zhou Jian cared.
Seeing that Xiaocao's little face was getting paler and paler, Zhou Jian became extremely anxious.
In his desperation, he even overcame his fear of Lin Yazhu and Zhan Leiting and begged the doctor to stop drawing blood.
Seeing Zhou Jian say such things, Lin Yazhu and Zhan Leiting were about to reprimand Zhou Jian, but Xiao Cao spoke up first.
Because of the excessive blood loss, Xiaocao felt weak and listless.
Even their voices were so soft that they were almost inaudible unless you listened very carefully.
She told the doctor to keep drawing blood and not to stop, and then said to Zhou Jian, "Uncle Zhou Jian, it's okay. Big brother needs a lot of blood. Please tell the doctor to keep drawing my blood."
"A little blood won't save big brother, it will take a lot of blood, and little grass has a lot of blood."
Zhou Jian's heart was breaking.
He also knew that saving Zhan Ge would require a lot of blood!
But the grass is so small!
Zhan Ge is an adult, a grown man!
And Xiaocao was just such a small little girl!
Her blood supply isn't enough to support Zhan-ge!
Zhou Jian pleaded with the doctor, "Could you just draw this much blood for now and give it to Zhan-ge first? Then we can find someone with a suitable blood type for Zhan-ge and donate blood to him later?"
The doctor shook his head.
Zhan Wang needs a blood transfusion, and it needs to be done in one go.
It's impossible to operate according to Zhou Jian's suggestion.
When Zhou Jianxin saw the doctor shake his head, his heart sank!
At that moment, how he wished he also had a rare blood type!
That way he can draw blood from Zhan Ge!
No need for the little grass!
How can such a small child like Xiaocao withstand having so much blood drawn?
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