After Leng Qingyue received the news, she was so scared that she was nowhere to be shy. She didn't expect that Huang Tianba said that it was okay, but such a big deal happened. When she ran over, Huang Tianba was receiving treatment in the emergency room. Too many wounds on her body were a troublesome.
Tang Min's medical skills came in handy at this time. She first used medicine to stop the bleeding of Huang Tianba and then quickly sewed the needle. The speed of the needle was like a butterfly, so fast that it was hard to see clearly, which made the surgeon director who had been in the hospital for more than 30 years stunned.
After dealing with a bunch of wounds on his body, everyone pushed Huang Tianba who had already been in shock and put on a ventilator. Tang Min grabbed Huang Tianba's pulse and took the pulse for a while. He looked at Director Wang next to him and shook his head, "Doctor Huang's pulse is too weak."
"There is too much blood loss. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago. That is, Dr. Huang is lucky and lucky." Director Wang sighed. He still had a good impression of Huang Tianba. He turned his head and looked at the young nurse next to him and asked, "How is the blood bank?"
"I'll go and ask." The young nurse hurriedly ran out.
Leng Qingyue, who was standing at the door, saw that the wounds had been treated. She pushed the door and walked in and worriedly said, "How is Huang Tianba?"
"The hands are a bit serious, but there is not much problem. Now it is mainly because of excessive blood loss. The blood bank has been dealt with. If blood transfusions can be transfused in time within an hour, there is no danger." Director Wang replied, not too worried.
After all, this is a People's Hospital. Although it is not as good as the private hospitals dedicated to the rich, it also has its own unique advantages. For example, the blood bank has a very rich inventory.
Leng Qingyue's face became embarrassing in an instant, and she bit her lip and said, "That's a big trouble. Huang Tianba has a rare blood type, and our blood bank may not have his blood type."
"Thin blood?" When it was heard that it was a rare blood type, Director Wang was suddenly unable to sit still. For current medical technology, excessive blood loss is not a problem, and blood transfusion can be solved.
But for a very small number of people with rare blood types, if they lose too much blood, their lives will hang on the line.
Although Tang Min did not learn Western medicine, he also knew how difficult this situation was. No matter how powerful Chinese medicine is in this regard, it is indeed not as good as Western medicine's method of saving people by direct blood transfusion.
At this time, the nurse who had run to ask before had already rushed back and said pale: "The blood bank checked that Dr. Huang's blood type is P1 blood type, and our blood bank does not have this blood type."
After hearing this answer, Leng Qingyue and the others looked even more embarrassed. Now that blood transfusions to Huang Tianba have become an imminent matter. There is no blood at this critical moment. Doesn’t that mean watching Huang Tianba die slowly?
"What should I do? What should I say on the blood bank? If it really doesn't work, go and ask the blood bank of other hospitals?" Tang Min asked at Leng Qingyue.
Leng Qingyue nodded, quickly took out her cell phone and contacted several other hospitals. At the same time, she asked someone to investigate the hospital's medical records to see if there was anyone who matched the blood type. At worst, she could give the other party a sum of money and ask the other party to save Huang Tianba. For her, even if there was only a glimmer of hope at the moment, she could only try it out with all her might.
After contacting several hospitals, Leng Qingyue's face became more and more desperate. Until the last hospital told her that the blood bank did not have such thin blood, Leng Qingyue's body collapsed and almost sat on the ground.
"Director Leng, don't give up first, wait and see. What if I can find a patient with the same blood type?" Director Wang couldn't help but comfort him when he saw Leng Qingyue's despair, and knew in his heart that what he said was almost the same as not.
Isn’t the reason why the rare blood type is called a rare blood type? Isn’t it because it is too rare? China is a vast country with a population of more than one billion, and there are only a few hundred people in the country.
Many rare blood types will basically be declared dead once they lose too much blood.
Leng Qingyue smiled sadly and had to work hard to accept this last hope.
After waiting for another five minutes, a sweaty young nurse hurried over and looked at Leng Qingyue and panted: "Director Leng, I have discovered a patient with the same blood type as Dr. Huang."
"Is there any? Who is it? I'll contact him." Leng Qingyue was shocked and asked quickly. If she didn't hurry up, Huang Tianba would be really out of time.
"It's not a patient, it's a patient's daughter. At that time, the patient had too much blood loss and his daughter asked her to give her father his blood, but the blood type could not match, but her blood type was the same as Dr. Huang. We happened to have a record here, named Su Hanxiang, and the mobile phone number was..." The young nurse hurriedly reported the information.
Leng Qingyue always felt familiar when she heard this name, but she didn't care about thinking about it so much. She hurriedly called the other party's phone number. After calling, she was rejected by the other party within a few seconds. The phone prompted: "Hello, the phone number you dialed is on the phone, please dial it later."
"Why don't you answer?" Leng Qingyue was so anxious that she quickly turned over.
At this time, Su Hanxiang, the owner of the phone, was wearing a burgundy dress at Miti Studio, and her hair was carefully taken care of by a makeup artist, which made her look full of aura and a bit of a noble queen temperament.
This is also the spokesperson that Mitty Studio head Sheila has always wanted. After seeing Su Hanxiang, she nodded repeatedly and praised in English: "Miss, your temperament is so in line with our requirements. Since it is confirmed that it is you, let's start preparing for the shooting next?"
As soon as she said this, the other two models next to her showed envious and jealous eyes. There were only three people who came to audition today. Except for Su Hanxiang, a newcomer who has no fame, the other two are very famous seniors in the Chinese modeling industry. They even appeared on some international stages many times, claiming that the appearance fee is 3 million per hour.
But who would have thought that Su Hanxiang, a newcomer, was recognized as a picky person in charge of Sheila, which made them quite embarrassing. Could it be that they were not as good as a newcomer?
"Okay, she's ready." The middle-aged female agent standing next to Su Hanxiang quickly answered with a respectful smile, then patted Su Hanxiang on the shoulder and encouraged: "Don't be too nervous, just like usual. Hanxiang, your temperament is born. As long as you keep yourself, everyone will like you."
Su Hanxiang nodded, took a deep breath and was about to adjust her condition, but the cell phone on the table next to her rang again.
Seeing that strange number, Su Hanxiang was about to hang up and turn off the phone, but a burst of inexplicable throbbing and anxiety came from her heart, which made her unable to help but press the answer button and asked, "Hello, is there anything wrong?"
"I am Leng Qingyue, the vice president of the People's Hospital. Hello Miss Su, that's right. A patient in our hospital has suffered too much blood and has already suffered shock. His blood type is rare blood type. Now we can find only you. Can you please donate blood to save him? I am willing to give you one million, no, two million in rewards." A woman's pleading came from the other end of the phone.
Chapter completed!