Chapter 1081 Need Blood

Inside, several injured people were pushed into the operating room. As for the others, they were not seriously injured, or were not injured.

Su Qingdong and Zhu Xianglan rushed to the hospital, and the people from the Ye family also came. Ye Jianguo was naturally anxious. He stood up from time to time, and was very worried about Sun Yuhan inside. Now they didn't know the process and cause of the incident, and the police hadn't investigated it yet. The most important thing now was that the person was fine.

"Dad, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Ye Chuji comforted Ye Jianguo. Although he didn't like his sister's daughter, he couldn't ignore his father, and he found that his heart was really cold, and he didn't really worry much.

The child born by his sister was completely different from her. He just couldn't give birth to any affection. In addition, Ye Jianguo's blind protection left his own grandson aside, scolding and ignoring him every day, and still wanted to beat and kill him.

He had fought hard to gain the kingdom, guarded it day and night, but in the end, it was all left to a person with a different surname. To be honest, he was not very willing, not because of the property issue, but because Ye Jianguo's unfair thoughts were indeed biased.

The door of the operating room was suddenly opened, and a nurse hurriedly walked out. Ye Jianguo also stood up straight with a cry, and his palms were full of sweat.

"Who is Su Muran's family member?" The nurse asked hurriedly, and when he heard Su Muran's name, Ye Jianguo sat down again. If she was not his granddaughter, life and death would be other people's business.

"I am," Su Qingdong stood up quickly, "I am Su Muran's father."

"Well," the nurse said again, "Miss Su has a rare RH negative AB type blood. Our hospital does not have this blood in reserve now. You can go with us for a blood test immediately."

The nurse thought, this is a father and daughter, the daughter is like this, the father should be the same.

The color on Su Qingdong's face also faded quickly. He was not RH negative AB type blood. Su Muren's blood type was very strange, completely different from his and Zhu Xianglan's.

But this did not mean that Su Muren was not his Su family's child, not his Su Qingdong's daughter, but she was indeed the daughter of the Su family. Because her blood type was exactly the same as that of the old lady Su before.

And this blood type has a chance of inheritance, it is a recessive gene of the Su family.

"I'm not..." Su Qingdong licked the corner of his cracked lips.

"Not what?" The nurse was waiting anxiously, waiting to save people inside, or his biological father? It's not that all the blood is drawn, just a little bit of blood can save lives.

"I'm not that blood type," Su Qingdong said with great difficulty, and his throat seemed to be choked by something, the gas entered from the back tube, and then it was blocked in that place.

He is not, he can't save, he can't save.

He is a father. If possible, it would not matter even if all the blood in his body was drained. But he is not. He does not have this blood type.

"What should we do?" The nurse was also a little anxious. "Isn't her mother also?"

Su Qingdong was stunned for a while, then nodded, "Neither."

"Let's think of a way," the nurse anxiously went to the hospital to discuss where to transfer this blood type, but this blood type is too rare, and today, there is no blood matching for this blood type.

Su Qingdong sat down dejectedly, and suddenly he heard the words that Yan Huan had said in his ear, which sounded like a curse.

"Mr. Su, are you so sure that your daughter's disease is really cured, she will not relapse, no longer need bone marrow, and no longer need blood?"

He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now thinking about it, there is a kind of fear that is gradually occupying his whole body, and the feeling of being stung by the cold almost wraps his whole heart.

Blood, yes, blood.

He quickly took out his cell phone and found a string of numbers in it. He had deleted the numbers, but he didn't know why he kept them.

However, his fingers were unable to press.

Even if he found this person, would he save his daughter?

Would he answer his call?

He knew nothing about this. He couldn't guess the woman's mind, nor could he figure out what she was thinking, but now, he had no other choice but her.

No, there's more, he still has to throw.

He suddenly put down his cell phone and found a phone number.

"Secretary Wu, please help me contact those who gave my daughter blood before and see if I can still contact them. I'll buy their blood at a high price."

Yes, Yan Huan is not the only one with this blood type in the world. Others also have it. Yan Huan is unwilling to donate, but there are others. As long as they have money, then are they still worried about not being able to buy blood?

He placed his phone on his lap, waiting anxiously. He had never felt time pass so slowly before. It was so slow that he almost had to count the time, the minutes, the seconds.

Not long after, his phone rang, and he was so nervous that he almost dropped it on the ground.

He quickly picked up the phone and put it to his ear, with a look of joy on his face. Did he find blood?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I've already looked for someone, but they're not in Haishi now, so it's impossible for them to rush over nearby."

Su Taidong clenched his phone tightly, gritted his teeth, and then found the phone number that he almost didn't want to see. He clenched his fingers, then loosened them, and then clenched them again.

Then he pressed a call button and waited for the call to be connected.

Soon after, the phone stopped ringing, but his heart beat quickly, as if he had answered it, no, he had answered it, he really answered it, but he began to get scared and nervous, and his palms were sweating, and he almost couldn't hold the phone.

"Who are you?"

The voice from the other end of the phone was not Yan Huan's, because it was not a woman, but a man.

"I..." He licked the corner of his cracked lips, "I'm going to look for Yan Huan."

"Do you have something to do with her?" Lu Yi asked lightly, lowering his voice, and he lowered his head, one hand gently stroking Yan Huan's hair again. She fell asleep, and now she is sleeping very familiarly, probably because she is too tired. Filming is not like other things, it is really very tiring.

There was no reply on the other end of the phone, Lu Yi took the phone in front of him, and then stared at the incoming number.

This number is very familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.