Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Li Jingshen couldn't say whether his body was colder or his heart was colder now, it was obvious that it was summer, and the temperature was the highest in the year, but he broke out in a cold sweat, as if his body had fallen into icy water.

Su Miao went in and asked directly, "How's the situation?"

The doctor holding the knife was a little surprised to see her: "Doctor Su, why did you come in?"

"I am her attending doctor, and the patient has advanced gastric cancer."

As soon as Su Miao finished speaking, the faces of all the medical staff present became stiff, and even turned pale.

Shen Zhichu was dazed watching someone push the door open, but she shivered even though she wasn't cold.

She heard that person's voice very familiar, and she didn't recognize it was Su Miao until she got close.

The wet eyelashes parted tremblingly, and the dry lips parted. She waited for Su Miao to come to her, and then she made a weak sound: "Su..."

There was a layer of white mist in the oxygen mask, she was too weak, her voice was almost too low to be heard, but Su Miao understood what she meant.

"Thank you." She knew that Shen Zhichu was very afraid of pain. If she had known that such an accident would happen, she should have operated on her last time.

Su Miao lifted her clothes and started the operation to stop the bleeding. She frowned suddenly and found that Shen Zhichu had a lot of trauma on her body besides the miscarriage.

Could it be that she had an accidental miscarriage because of domestic violence?

No matter what happened to Su Miao, she kept her face calm and calm, with a calmness that didn't fit her age, but seeing Shen Zhichu like this, a ball of anger rose in her heart.

The most disgusting thing in her life, Su Miao, is the domestic violence man.

Su Miao put aside her messy thoughts and concentrated on the operating room. As time went by, hot sweat started to form on her forehead.

The nurse wiped her sweat by the side, Su Miao said in a deep voice: "Let someone outside sign a critical illness notice, the patient is in danger of miscarriage, hemorrhage, blood type is rh-negative ab blood, is there any in the blood bank?"

This blood type is extremely rare, Su Miao was relatively calm before coming in, but when the blood under Shen Zhichu's body couldn't be stopped, she became a little flustered.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary person, but Shen Zhichu has a rare blood type.

"Rh-negative ab blood, our hospital doesn't have it, I just checked the blood bank yesterday." The nurse beside him said urgently, if there was no blood, then Shen Zhichu would lose too much blood and die.

Su Miao bit her lip: "Hurry up and call other hospitals to ask, hurry up!"

Two nurses in the emergency room ran out, one called to find out the blood type, and the other took the critical illness notice and asked Li Jingshen to sign it.

People in the world say that when people are about to die, they will see the memories of the past appear in front of them like a lantern, and a figure floats past Shen Zhichu's mind.

The blood under his body couldn't stop flowing out, and a trail of blood snaked along his legs to the operating table, turning into a blinding red streak.

........

Li Jingshen didn't know what happened inside, he was always a little uneasy, and he looked at the time hanging on it, 15 minutes had passed.

Then two nurses came out, and one of them came to him with a piece of paper in his hand.

He has good eyesight, so he could see clearly the words "notice of critical illness" written on the top at a glance.

"How is she? Has the child been saved?"

The nurse was anxious and angry, how could she still care about the child at this time.

She threw the critical illness notice in her hand to Li Jingshen: "Sign it, the child is not saved, and now your wife is almost gone!"

Li Jingshen's heart jumped wildly, the blood in his body seemed to be cold at this moment, he suppressed the trembling of his voice, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

The nurse took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, tried to calm her face and said, "Now the patient has lost a lot of blood, and her blood type is special. Our hospital doesn't have a reserve..."

The situation of heavy bleeding is already tricky, let alone Shen Zhichu's blood is still rare.

Li Jingshen's head was pounding, he knew how serious the situation was, now only Xia Mingyue could match Shen Zhichu.

He suddenly remembered that Shen Zhichu asked him hoarsely in the hospital more than a month ago.

——I have the same blood type as Xia Mingyue, if one day I really lose too much blood and am about to die, will you ask her to donate blood to me once?

He never kept assumptions in his heart, and he never thought that one day he would let Xia Mingyue risk his life to donate blood to Shen Zhichu.

The nurse didn't know why Li Jingshen was in a daze, she held the critical illness notice in her hand and pushed it against him, urging him to sign it quickly.

Li Jingshen looked at the critical illness notice on his chest, and his heart beat like a drum. He didn't have time to think about it, so he took out his cell phone and called Xia Mingyue.

"Ming Yue, I need your blood now..."