wealthy?Who cares

Yan Mi and Xu Shen had guesses in their hearts, but none of them guessed correctly, but within 2 minutes, the voice from the hospital radio made them clear that the medical staff rushed out just now. Because of what.

This is a hospital where there will be no shortage of people, so once the broadcast was broadcast, it caused a huge response. Unfortunately, An Xifeng's blood type was so rare that no one came out to donate blood after a long time.

There was no way, the person who ran to the radio room had to promise how much money the person with that blood type would get if he donated how many milliliters of blood.

There must be a brave man under a great reward. This sentence seems to be true all the time, but sometimes it is useless. For example, although the people in the hospital are very fond of the reward, but helplessly, they are not of that blood type people.

The plasma in the emergency room was almost used up, and even the plasma transferred from a nearby hospital was used. The operation was in progress, but there was still no news about the blood to be replenished.

Director Huang and other senior managers of other hospitals were in a hurry. This old expert said anxiously to Director Huang, "Let's quickly think about which of our patients has this blood type. Maybe we can ask for help."

There is no way, the only way they can think of now is this.

On the hospital bed, An Xifeng, who was usually very active, was quiet, lying lifeless, as if he could die at any time, his pale face made people worry that he would die in the next second.

Several doctors in the emergency room began to recall the old expert's words, and soon Director Huang's eyes lit up.

"I thought about it."

"What? Someone has chosen? Hurry up and call him." It is undeniable that these people were anxious, and someone picked up Director Huang's words as soon as he finished speaking.

Director Huang's face was clearly excited, and he rushed towards the door of the emergency room, not for anything else, just for the blood plasma that could save An Xifeng's life.

He remembered who in this hospital had RH-negative blood, and that person seemed to be at the door of the emergency room.

As early as when the broadcast was asking for RH negative blood, Yan Mi's expression froze. He bit his lip and stood at the door of the ward, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

I can't say I like An Xifeng, nor can I say I hate him, but now this person has a car accident because he chased me, what should I do?Save him, or?

Before Yan Mi could think clearly, he was grabbed by Director Huang who ran out of the emergency room.

"Mr. Yan, can you do me a favor?"

Panting, he pulled Yan Mi back, Director Huang finally said this sentence, the situation does not wait for anyone, and Yan Mi promised him, so he directly dragged Yan Mi to the emergency room.

Director Huang's actions made Luo Lin and Xu Shen stunned, subconsciously they stopped Director Huang's actions.

"Director Huang, what do you want to do?"

"Uncle Huang, are you going to do something bad to Yan Mi?"

Almost at the same time, Xu Shen and Luo Lin said the above words.

Director Huang didn't expect that his actions would cause misunderstanding, and he didn't have time to explain, so he yelled at Xu Shen and Luo Lin.

"Shut up, everyone, it's important to save people first."

"Mr. Yan, I remember that you have RH type negative blood. Now my young master is in the emergency room, and the blood plasma is no longer enough to support this operation. I hope you can donate some blood."

"What? Donate blood? This is not acceptable!"

Yan Mi objected before agreeing to Xu Shen, although he knew it was wrong, but Yan Mi was injured not long ago, although he is better now, but his health is definitely not going anywhere, donate blood now?Undoubtedly, it will increase the burden on the body.

Xu Shen could simply refuse, but Luo Lin hesitated, one was An Xifeng, the other was Yan Mi, how should he choose?

"Officer Xu, it seems that this matter is beyond your decision. Mr. Yan hasn't spoken yet."

Director Huang was very anxious, but he still had to act calm. God knows how uncomfortable he was.

He looked at Yan Mi eagerly, hoping that he would agree.

"Mr. Yan, just save my young master. I promise you only need to draw [-] milliliters of blood, and it will definitely not affect your health."

Generally speaking, donating [-] milliliters of blood is not a small amount, but it is absolutely acceptable for an adult.

Director Huang didn't mean to make fun of Yan Mi's body.

Listening to Director Huang's words, Yan Mi was silent for ten seconds, he was hesitating...