Chapter 262 There’s Something Interesting to Watch
"The results are all there, but the fetal blood type is a bit troublesome. They said it would have to be sent to the head for a check, and it would take several days to come back. "
Sister Niu handed the test report to her sister, with a very confused look on her face. She had spanked so many mistresses, and this was the first time she had encountered such a thing.
"Chang Qingshan's father is type A and the old witch is type B, so their offspring are likely to have four blood types: A, B, AB and O, but now it is obvious that Chang Qingshan is not an ordinary blood type."
Frowning, I wish I could get a blood test from Chang Qingshan.
Sister Niu nodded and said: "Yes, my doctor friend said the same thing, but my doctor friend also said that there is another possibility of recessive genes or something, and it is possible that the mistress has a rare blood type in her blood. If the recessive gene has mutated, it’s hard to tell now. The result will only be known in three days.”
"It has nothing to do with Zhen Wanwan. The rare blood type must have been inherited from Chang Qingshan, and it definitely cannot be a recessive gene." Mei Mei was very sure.
If it was a recessive gene, then there was only a small chance that Bao Rina and the fetus would have a rare blood type, but now it is a sure thing throughout life. It is obviously not recessive, but dominant.
Sister Niu didn't understand, so Ren Xixi explained Bao Rina's blood type in a low voice. Sister Niu was stunned for a long time, slapped her thigh heavily, and cursed: "These old ladies are stealing and selling people..."
"We're not sure yet. Let's wait until the results of the fetus' blood type come out. If it's really what we speculated... hmm, it's going to be exciting now!"
Meimei looked like she was watching a good show. Chang Qingshan's father kept saying that Bao Rina was the granddaughter of the Chang family and could not be given up to Qi. But if the son was not even his... what else could the old man say?
Having been a cuckold for almost thirty years, Old Man Chang must be very happy!
Three days later, the results came out. Zhen Wanwan also had an ordinary blood type, but the fetus, like Bao Rina, had a very rare Bombay blood type. The hospital attached great importance to this and listed Zhen Wanwan as a key target and created a separate file.
The old witch didn't understand the meaning of this at all, and was even very proud. She felt that Zhen Wanwan was worthy of being her daughter-in-law. She was very lucky. Others had to pay for pregnancy tests themselves, but Zhen Wanwan didn't even have to spend a penny on the hospital. They said it was all free!
The family had collectively forgotten that Bao Rina also had a rare blood type, and their hearts were focused on the grandson in Zhen Wanwan's belly.
Chang Qingshan was a little suspicious after hearing this. He vaguely remembered that Qiqige had mentioned before that his daughter Bao Rina's blood type was very special, and his unborn son also had a special blood type. Could it be that his blood type was also special?
Speaking of which, Chang Qingshan still doesn't know what his blood type is, and he has never had the habit of testing his blood type. Who would check his blood if he is not sick or in trouble?
"My dad also has a special blood type, right? Do we all have a special blood type?" Chang Qingshan said to himself.
The old witch came out with a bowl of chicken soup. When she heard Chang Qingshan's words, her heart skipped a beat and she almost spilled the chicken soup. Only then did she think of the fatality of blood type and couldn't help but panic.
But she soon felt at ease. The old man must also have a special blood type. He had the same blood as that person, so there could be no problem.
"What else could your father's blood be? It must be the same blood as his grandson's!"
The old witch rolled her eyes at her son, handed the chicken soup to Zhen Wanwan, and said softly: "Wanwan, drink the chicken soup quickly, don't starve my precious grandson."
Zhen Wanwan glanced at the greasy chicken soup and took it while holding back her nausea. If it wasn't for the sake of pleasing Chang Qingshan, she wouldn't even want to look at this old woman. She was so ugly and sloppy that she wanted to vomit.
Nothing she cooks pleases her!
"Thank you, Mom, please drink this chicken soup. You have taken care of me these days and I have lost weight. The doctor said that I can't eat too well now, otherwise the fetus will be too big and may come out early. The procedures here in Qingshan are very complicated. If it doesn’t work out, I don’t want your grandson to be black when he comes out..."
Zhen Wanwan made a pun, and she was very proud to see that Chang's family members were all moved by her words.
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