I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 902 - 900 I Am the Blood Bank (2)

Chapter 902: Chapter 900 I Am the Blood Bank (2)

"Sir, are you really O-type blood? Then hurry up and come with me..." The nurse quickly led Han Zhijin into the emergency room.

"The attending physician, this gentleman is the husband of the pregnant woman; he says he’s O-type blood and he has volunteered his own blood for the transfusion..."

After hearing the nurse’s report, the attending physician immediately nodded and issued an instruction, "Draw 400CC first."

The nurse must have had extensive clinical experience; she deftly drew 400CC of blood from Han Zhijin’s body and handed it over to the physician.

During the blood transfusion, the physician was constantly trying to stop Song Youman’s bleeding, but the blood wouldn’t stop. The 400CC of blood was quickly used up.

Han Zhijin hardly hesitated before extending his arm again and had another 400CC drawn.

The blood ordered from the hospital hadn’t arrived yet, and Song Youman was in need of blood again.

Han Zhijin instinctively rolled up his sleeve once more.

"Sir, you cannot draw any more; you have already given 800CC. If we take more, you could go into shock. In severe cases, it could be life threatening. We will rush the colleagues responsible for blood from the blood bank..." The nurse refused Han Zhijin, then went on to make a phone call.

Han Zhijin followed the nurse closely, closely monitoring the situation. Hearing that it would take about another ten minutes for the blood to arrive at the hospital, he disregarded the propriety of male and female interactions, and directly grabbed the nurse’s arm, "Draw another 400CC and transfuse it to her first. What if she doesn’t make it through the ten minutes? I’m telling you, she must not have any trouble; if anyone is to have trouble, it’s me. She absolutely cannot have any..."

"Sir, please calm down. It’s not that we won’t draw your blood. It’s just that you have already given a lot. Drawing more could really be dangerous..."

Han Zhijin didn’t let the nurse finish her well-intentioned words and roared, "If something happens, it will be my responsibility. I don’t need anyone here to take any consequences! Aren’t you waiting for blood from the blood bank? I’m telling you, I am the blood bank! Her blood bank!"

"Sir..."

"If you don’t believe me, I can give you authorization!" Han Zhijin interrupted the nurse again. Seeing the nurse hesitate, he spoke again, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take the blood! Are you worried about me dying? If I really were to die, then let it be that my life is exchanged for hers!"

"Sir..."

"Stop talking and stop dawdling; is it not enough that I’m begging you? I really can’t let anything happen to her; I absolutely can’t let anything happen to her... I, I, I..." Han Zhijin, who had just been furious, suddenly had tears in his eyes, "I... I... I really can’t let anything happen to her. Please, I’m begging you, help me, help me. I promise I won’t cause you any trouble, I..."

The nurse seemed to have no choice but to give in to Han Zhijin’s relentless pleading, or perhaps she was moved by his disordered yet helpless words. She finally gritted her teeth and nodded, "Okay, but we need to be clear, this really is the last time. You can only have one more draw!"

"Okay, okay!" Han Zhijin hastily nodded and followed the nurse back into the emergency room.

After another 400CC of blood was drawn from Han Zhijin, he felt a wave of dizziness, and he nearly passed out.

Worried about Song Youman, he struggled to maintain consciousness, feeling increasingly nauseous and wanting to throw up. He didn’t know how long he endured until he heard footsteps running towards him and someone said, "The blood has arrived." Then everything before him turned black, and he completely lost consciousness.