In this life, Yang Yajing is not only wealthy herself, but she also sees through Jiang Xuanxuan's little schemes very well.
In her previous life, Yang Yajing was well-versed in hospital procedures and quietly went ahead to complete all the formalities herself. Jiang Xuanxuan could only offer her advice after the fact.
"It's alright, we don't need the money." Yang Yajing shook her head, looking like she didn't want to talk, her gaze fixed on the operating room.
A moment later, the operating room door opened, and an assistant came out.
"Have the patient's family members arrived?" she asked as she came out.
“I haven’t been able to get in touch with her yet. Tell me what’s wrong! She’s my boss.” Yang Yajing stood up.
"The patient's bleeding is quite severe and requires a blood transfusion. The blood bank doesn't have enough, so the family may need to sign a temporary blood donation consent form," the assistant said.
"Why do we need to sign this? What's your blood type?" Yang Yajing knew that only people with rare blood types needed to sign this, and she was afraid that there might be problems if they didn't match.
“AB blood type is not a special blood type, but the patient’s family requested that blood transfusions not be given casually,” the assistant explained. “Otherwise, we would have already gotten other blood types from the blood bank to make up for it.”
"Type AB blood? Isn't this a universal blood donor? Why do I need to sign a consent form? Shouldn't saving lives be the priority?" Yang Yajing was confused.
"A universal blood transfusion? Then take Xuanxuan's, Xuanxuan can!" Jiang Xuanxuan immediately stood up.
"How much do you weigh?" the assistant asked, looking at Jiang Xuanxuan.
"Huh? You can't just ask a girl's weight like that..." Jiang Xuanxuan said shyly.
The assistant rolled her eyes at her tone, but Yang Yajing was quite straightforward at this point: "She weighs about 80 pounds, right?"
"She won't do! With her height and weight, she needs to be over 85 kg to receive a blood transfusion. Otherwise, something bad will happen." The assistant refused Jiang Xuanxuan's request.
Upon hearing that something might go wrong, Jiang Xuanxuan backed down. She had heard that the company had a blood donation drive every year and thought that blood transfusions were a minor matter. She never knew that there were weight restrictions, which is why she volunteered on her own.
“Yangyang… Ah! Yangyang is heavier than me!” Jiang Xuanxuan suddenly pointed at Yang Yajing, “Is Yangyang okay? Or…”
Yang Yajing completely ignored Jiang Xuanxuan and directly asked the assistant, "I am blood type AB, weigh 105 kg, and I should be able to pump 200 cc without any problem. This is an emergency measure. I will try to contact her family."
"Okay, then come with me for a blood test." After saying that, the assistant led Yang Yajing directly to a laboratory at the end of the corridor.
Yang Yajing had donated blood before and knew that a blood test should only take a few minutes, but she lay there for more than ten minutes and no one came to draw her blood.
Just as they were wondering if they had forgotten and worried that it might delay the surgery, a strange doctor came in.
Judging from his attire, he probably isn't a surgeon.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to draw blood yet?" Yang Yajing asked.
"Ms. Yang, your blood... cannot be used." The doctor said hesitantly.
"What's wrong? Why can't it be used?" Yang Yajing felt he was being unreasonable. The person was still lying in the operating room; should they save him or not?
"Ms. Yang, may I have a word with you in private?" The doctor gestured for her to enter an office.
"Ms. Yang, are you aware that Ms. Tao needs to be screened for hemolytic disease after her blood transfusion?"
Yang Yajing shook her head: "Why?"
"Ms. Yang lost her daughter years ago. Her family was afraid of accidents during blood transfusions, so all blood samples had to be screened for hemolysis first, just in case the blood was transfused into a direct relative."
"What does this have to do with me?" Yang Yajing didn't understand.
"Miss Yang, if I may be so bold, were you adopted?"
"Doctor, what exactly do you mean? What adoption?"
"Ms. Yang, I won't waste any more time. This is the hemolysis screening report."
Yang Yajing took the report with a puzzled look, then said, "75% matching rate? 99.99% chance of hemolysis? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"I checked it twice, there's absolutely no mistake!" the doctor said confidently.
"What do we do now?" Yang Yajing's first thought was that her blood couldn't be used, and Xia Changlong couldn't be contacted. What should be done about Madam Xia?
"I was thinking... if Miss Yang doesn't mind... from an academic point of view..." the doctor said, still being very tactful.
Yang Yajing, however, didn't have that patience and interrupted directly: "Keep it short, get to the point!"
"Ahem!" The doctor coughed awkwardly and handed over the consent form. "I hope Ms. Yang can sign the consent form as a family member so that the surgery can continue as soon as possible."
Without a second thought, Yang Yajing pulled a pen from the doctor's pocket and quickly signed her name.
After receiving the consent form, the doctor immediately wanted to go to the operating room to report, but Yang Yajing stopped him again.
"Wait, don't tell anyone about this. I'll give you ten minutes. I'll wait here." Yang Yajing's tone was domineering and authoritative, which made the doctor think of someone else.
They said it would take ten minutes, but the doctor returned in less than five minutes.
Yang Yajing was looking at the report data when she saw him return. She immediately asked, "Biologically speaking, what is the probability that this is a direct relative?"
"One in 64 billion," the doctor stated, revealing the academic probability.
With only 6 billion people in the world, one in 64 billion, that's equivalent to saying three words: Impossible!
Yang Yajing pondered for a long time before finally saying four words: "I understand."
The doctor instinctively felt that anyone receiving such news would have many questions, so he didn't leave.
But instead of getting Yang Yajing's question, he received the following sentence: "There must be a reason for this. Remember your promise, don't tell anyone about this!"
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