Miracle doctor cute baby: The black-bellied prince is not easy to mess with

Chapter 409 Precious Panda Blood
After doing all this well, July said to Feng Yu, "If you see the red blood coming out, you don't need to connect it. You can also dial these needles. Put them aside and wait for me to deal with them."

Then he looked up at Feng Xing who was beside Feng Xiangqian, "Go to the medical clinic and pick up Wuming, let him treat the wound."

As soon as July finished speaking, I heard the wind and rain roar, "Blood"

Then step aside, and carefully put the container on the table before the old medicine.

Yao Lao also quickly stepped forward and pulled out all the silver needles.

A miracle happened. The bleeding wound stopped instantly and stopped bleeding.

The blood in Qi Yue's body flowed immeasurably from the blood bag directly into Feng Cheng's body.

"Now, you can put him down, just lie down carefully, don't leave too many people here."

Patriarch Feng waved his hand to Feng [-] and Feng [-] to put Feng Cheng on the newly brought soft tread, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone except Yao Lao, please go out."

Feng Qianqian looked at Qi Qi, who was already pale, pushed the pulley forward and said lovingly: "Girl, can my blood be of any use?"

Qiyue's lips turned white and she said: "You are sick, go out and wait."

At this time, Qiyue was half lying on another soft bed.

Feng Yusi rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, "Sister Yue, use mine, I am strong."

Qiyue shook her head helplessly. If she could, how could she be willing to use her own blood? God knows how unfortunate she is to meet the rare panda blood. How can she say that Feng Yu’s blood type is different from Feng Cheng’s? ..

Patriarch Feng stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Are you going to give him all the blood on your body?"

Qiyue raised her eyes and replied mischievously: "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. It's not worth dying like this. I haven't gotten what I deserve. Old man, you can be ready... when I wake up I’ll settle the score with you again.”

After Qi Qi said this, his vision became blurry.

She really felt that she was so stupid. She could be a beautiful bride tomorrow, but it didn't seem to go so smoothly.

When Wuming arrived, Qiyue had already passed out, and Yao Lao had already been coerced by Feng's old patriarch, so he pulled the needle on Qiyue's wrist with trembling hands.

Seeing Qiyue lying on the couch with no blood on his face, Wuming didn't care about Feng Cheng who was waiting for him to sew up the wound, and directly grabbed Qiyue's hand and rescued him.

After taking the pulse, Wuming roared angrily:
"Why did she lose so much blood? Do you know how precious her blood is?"

Feng Yu said weakly, use my blood to sister Yue.

"Your blood? No one's blood is useless. The two people lying here have some hope except their close relatives. No one else can help them."

Wuming roared regardless, ignored the shock of several people in the room, and put nutrient solution on Qiyue. Fortunately, he brought some blood-replenishing medicine, but it was only auxiliary treatment and could not make up for Qiyue's severe blood loss.

After the shock of the wind and rain, I still don't give up.

"I'm her brother."

Wuming didn't even bother to talk to him anymore, he knew all the archives built in July in the hospital; who, who, whose blood type, didn't he know?

After putting on the nutrient solution for Qiyue, he felt his pulse again, and said angrily: "Stinky girl, do you really torment yourself like this?"

Wuming turned his eyes and stared at Feng Qianqian. He was the only one thinking about the Feng family. He didn't know the Feng family except the old head and the old lady. Feng Yan had been excluded. Feng Yu had blood type O for everyone.

Feng Xiangqian understood Wuming's eyes, slid the wheelchair forward, rolled up his sleeves, and handed it to Wuming.

(End of this chapter)