Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

Song Wenjing was only nervous for a moment, and then continued: "Is this a trick she played to not want a divorce?"

The doctor sighed in his heart, but he had no intention of joking with Song Wenjing. He said solemnly: "She is already in the emergency room now. Her blood type is special. I hope Mr. Song can think of a way."

Their hospital used all the blood it could transfer.

But still not enough.

Shi Sheng's blood type is so special that there are only a few people in the country. Even if he could contact those people now, it would be too late to rush over and they would be completely cold.

After realizing that the doctor was not joking, Song Wenjing froze: "You use all your strength to save her, I will figure out a way to deal with the blood."

Song Wenjing first called Assistant Shen and asked him to adjust the blood.

Soon, Assistant Shen gave a reply that there were no rare blood types in the country.

Song Wenjing called the people abroad without any hesitation: "Send over all the AB-type RH negative blood you can find."

There is a time difference between home and abroad, and the man is still a little confused. He was stunned by this series of words: "What did you say? Doesn't your sweetheart have a mobile blood bank? Do you want blood from abroad?"

"It's not that something happened to Wen Yizhen. She is not in good health and cannot draw too much blood." Song Wenjing was not in the mood to explain to him. She just said: "I will open an international green channel for you and it must be delivered within an hour! I don't care what method you use. !”

The car was speeding on the road, and Song Wenjing almost ran through a red light.

He forced himself to calm down along the way.

Everything was fine, how could there be a car accident?

He rushed to the hospital, outside the operating room, and contacted the doctor. The doctor couldn't say much to her, but he just said that blood should be obtained as soon as possible.

Shi Qingchen and Shi Shaoyu arrived a little late. Shi Shaoyu rushed directly in front of Song Wenjing, grabbed him by the collar, and punched him angrily: "You bastard!"

Shi Shaoyu's eyes were scarlet red, and he wished that he was the one lying in the surgery now.

What kind of life have they been having in the Song family, the sister they have held in their hands since they were little? Now that they are divorced, such an accident will happen!

Shi Shaoyu wished he could chop Song Wenjing alive!

Song Wenjing staggered after being beaten by him, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He didn't say anything in defense.

Soon the doctor came out and saw that the three of them were still in the mood to fight. His expression turned cold: "If you want to fight, go outside and fight. The patients inside are not out of danger yet."

Shi Qingchen was still calm and walked forward, but his voice was trembling: "Doctor, please, no matter what method we use, no matter how expensive the medicine is, we must let her survive."

The doctor sighed: "It's not a problem with the medicine. The patient's blood type is special. We can get too little. Is there any way you can get the blood type?"

"Yes, but it will take more than an hour. It is no longer available in China. I will look for it abroad." Song Wenjing said from the side.

The doctor frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "You can still hold on for an hour, but you must do it as soon as possible."

After the doctor returned to the emergency room, Shi Shaoyu said with a sullen face, "I'm going to catch Wen Yizhen right away. She has to give her the blood even if she doesn't want it!"

Song Wenjing's expression changed, and she raised her hand to stop him: "Wen Yizhen is not in good health. Drawing her blood will cause trouble."

"If nothing happens to her, it will be my sister who does."

Shi Shaoyu pushed him away directly.

Song Wenjing grabbed his shoulder: "Wait a minute, I have already transported blood from abroad. Shi Sheng will be fine."

She'll be fine.

Song Wenjing comforted herself over and over again.

He couldn't imagine a future life without Shi Sheng.

At this moment, he felt panicked for no reason, felt a little stuffy, and couldn't breathe.

Shi Qingchen looked at Song Wenjing indifferently: "Obviously the fastest way is to bring Wen Yizhen over. When you asked Shengsheng to give her a blood transfusion, you didn't worry about Shengsheng's body for a moment."

"Now that I have become a good man, I am worried about whether Wen Yizhen's body can bear it."

"Song Wenjing, you really have double standards!"

"Is my sister's life worthless in your eyes?"

"No, she is very important!" Song Wenjing shook her head and said firmly, but as soon as she finished speaking, she changed the subject, "But if Wen Yizhen's body is drained, she will die. She has hemolysis disorder."

Shi Qingchen looked at him coolly and sneered coldly: "I also asked someone to look for the blood type. We don't dare to use the blood Mr. Song found. We can only trouble you to leave the hospital."