"Yes, you're right, that should be enough for now." Zhao Susu was even more satisfied with her daughter-in-law. Two hundred yuan was no small sum, and the fact that she could come up with it proved that she was a very good person.
Just then, the door to the emergency room opened, and a doctor came out.
"Have the patient's blood type been determined yet?"
Song Aiguo: "The test results haven't come out yet, why do I need a blood transfusion? I can just give you mine."
"Immediate family members cannot receive blood transfusions, as it can easily cause complications," the doctor replied urgently.
More than half an hour has passed, and the test results should be available by now.
The patient hasn't come out for so long; could it be that the patient has a rare blood type? That would be terrible.
Footsteps approached, and a female nurse ran towards them, panting heavily. She took off her mask and said to the doctor:
"Doctor, the patient has rare blood type, and the hospital's blood supply is insufficient, so we have started transferring blood from the blood bank to here."
"How long will it take at the fastest?" The doctor frowned. The patient had rare Rh-negative blood, and the blood bank's reserves were probably insufficient. They could only get two bags at most, which wouldn't be enough for the patient.
"There's only one pack left in stock, and it'll take at least half an hour." After saying what she was about to say, the nurse clutched her chest and began to gasp for breath.
Running from the third floor to the first floor with a mask on, it felt like I had run two kilometers on a track.
"Doctor, what are the consequences of using blood from an immediate family member?" Song Aiguo asked anxiously.
"Well, there's a certain probability of complications, but there's also a very small chance that nothing will happen. The patient has a rare Rh-negative blood type, which is already in short supply in the blood bank."
Bringing blood bags from other provinces would be a drop in the ocean; there simply wouldn't be enough time. Do you understand what I'm saying? The doctor patiently explained that saving lives is a doctor's inherent duty, and he also wanted his patients to live.
[Just to clarify, this book was published in 1985. Medical care wasn't as advanced then, so please don't take it too literally.]
“When that bag of blood isn’t enough, then just take my blood. I’m her own brother,” Song Aiguo said firmly.
"Dad, you're too old, let me do it!" Song Mingyuan said, trying to stop him.
The doctor waved his hand: "You two stop arguing for now. Go get your blood tested to see what your blood types are. We'll talk about it later."
The two exchanged a glance, then turned and followed the nurse to get their blood types checked.
The doctor returned to the emergency room to observe the patient's condition.
Zhao Susu felt terrible, her eyes were wet, and she felt like crying. Why should her husband and son have to pay for the sins her sister-in-law committed?
Seeing that her mother-in-law was about to cry, Zhou Meiling quickly went over to comfort her: "Auntie, it's okay, it's just donating a little blood. You can make up for it by eating good food when you get home."
Let's look on the bright side; as long as everyone is safe, that's all that matters.
Zhao Susu nodded repeatedly, she understood the reasoning. But she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart, feeling that it was all her sister-in-law's doing.
Half an hour later, the blood was delivered, and the doctor took the blood bag and turned back to the emergency room.
Song Mingyuan helped Song Aiguo back, and both of them looked rather grim.
"What's going on? Has the blood been drawn?" Zhao Susu went up to ask.
Song Aiguo sighed: "Neither my son nor I have compatible blood types, so there's no way to donate."
"How could it be like this?" Zhou Meiling asked, looking at Song Mingyuan.
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