992: Surgery

Surgery

The few noblewomen were all fighting for blood, which seemed unusual to the young nurse.2

"Is it Type A blood? If it's not, it can't be used," she explained.

These ladies were noblewomen in the upper echelons of society in Jin City. They were the type who would not lift a finger at home, and were chauffeured around. They had never before gotten injured or hurt.

"When I gave birth, did the doctor say that I had Type A blood or Type B blood? It was too long ago, so I can't remember."

"I also had this checked when I gave birth, but it's been more than twenty years, so I really don't recall."

Madam Qiao was about to agree when she heard her son say, "Okay, Mom, don't delay the doctor's rescue efforts. No one in our family has Type A blood."

"Oh, alright." Madam Qiao really wanted to help, but could only give it a rest.

Madam Gu, on the other hand, knew her blood type. Helplessly, she said, "I have panda blood."

Coincidentally, the ladies, and even the two bodyguards outside, did not have Type A blood.

Just as everyone was at a loss about what to do, Tan Qingshu stepped forward again, "I am!"

Huh?

The nurse gathered her wits and grabbed him.

"Follow me."

The operating theater doors closed again.

When Gu Yichen arrived, several bodyguards who were slightly injured had already had their wounds bandaged. Some had white gauze wrapped around their heads, and others had no need for shirts as their upper bodies were swathed in white gauze. Still others were holding the hospital's simple crutches.

In any case, it was as bad as it looked and all was destroyed.

At the very least, everyone had to remain here until the second batch of people sent by the Mo family arrived.

Otherwise, if anything were to happen again, everyone would die atoning for their sins.

An hour passed...

Two hours passed...

After three and a half hours, the operating theater's doors opened once more.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"Yes," Mo Boyuan appeared.

This person's willpower was extremely tenacious. Even the anesthetist could not help but be amazed.

He could actually remain conscious and recover so rapidly, not even allowing anyone to push him out on a hospital bed, instead demanding to sit in a wheelchair.

After the surgeon had a look at him, he agreed, "If he wants to be in a wheelchair, then let him be. It's fine. At the most, his bandages can be redressed."

Mo Boyuan insisted on coming out in a wheelchair so that he could sit outside the operating theater and wait for his wife to emerge.

It was not as though sitting in a wheelchair prevented him from receiving an infusion. However, if he were to lie on a hospital bed and wait there, it would not be very nice, even if it was purely for the sake of others.

Don't scare other people!

Mo Boyuan's most serious injury was his hand. His leg was fractured. The other bomb fragments were buried in his flesh and did not cause harm to his vital parts. Therefore, the doctor removed them, sewed him up and bandaged him.

However, his wife, who appeared to be in a better condition, had not yet appeared.

Mo Boyuan had already learned from the bodyguard that something unexpected had happened during his wife's surgery. He was so anxious that he almost leapt off his wheelchair and rushed into the operating theater. Fortunately, he was stopped by the bodyguard:

"Madam is fine. Second Young Master Tan gave her a blood transfusion."

"Tan Qingshu?"

"Yes, Boss."

Mo Boyuan nodded. This time, he owed Second Brother Tan a big favor!

"Where is he?"

"He hasn't come out yet. He's resting inside."

Another hour passed...

The door of the operating theater finally opened again. Everyone surrounded it.

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