Chapter 992 Surgery

Seeing several noble ladies rushing for blood, this is really strange for the young nurse.

"Is it blood type A? If not, it cannot be used." explained.

These are the real ladies in the Jincheng circle. They don't even wash the dishes at home. Drivers take them in and out at any time, and they have never been injured at all.

"When I gave birth, the doctor said whether I had type A blood or type B blood? It's been so long that I can't remember clearly."

"I also looked up this stuff when I gave birth to a child, but it's been more than 20 years and I really can't remember it."

Mrs. Qiao was about to agree when her son beside her said:

"Okay, Mom, don't delay the doctor's rescue. We don't have anyone with type A blood in our family."

This, okay.

Mrs. Qiao really wanted to help, but she could only rest her mind.

Mrs. Gu, however, knew her blood type:

"I am Panda Blood." He said helplessly.

I don't know if it's just a coincidence, but the ladies outside and even the two bodyguards don't have type A blood.

Just when everyone was looking at me and me at you, Tan Qingshu stepped forward again:

"I am!"

Forehead?

After the nurse reacted, she grabbed the person directly:

"follow me."

Then, the door to the operating room closed again.

When Gu Yichen arrived, several bodyguards with relatively minor injuries had bandaged their wounds and were standing guard here. Some had their heads wrapped in circles of white gauze, and some did not need to wear any more clothes. A layer of white gauze, and some with simple hospital crutches.

Anyway, no matter how miserable you look at it, it’s just a total annihilation.

At least, everyone has to stay here until the second group of people sent by the Mo family arrives.

Otherwise, if something unexpected happens again, everyone can die to apologize.

An hour passed. . .

Two hours passed. . .

Three and a half hours later, the operating room door opened again.

"boss!"

"boss!"

Yes, Mo Boyuan is out.

This man also had a very strong willpower, even the anesthesiologist had to marvel.

He was able to recover so quickly and stay awake, and he didn't let everyone push him out sideways, so he had to use a wheelchair.

After seeing it, the surgeon agreed:

"If he wants to use a wheelchair, just use a wheelchair. It's okay. The worst thing is to re-fix and bandage it."

Mo Boyuan had to come out in a wheelchair so that he could sit outside the operating room and wait for his wife to come out.

It's not like you can't get infusions or something if you're in a wheelchair, but it wouldn't be good if you were lying on a hospital bed waiting here, right?

Simply thinking about others is not okay either.

Don't scare people!

Mo Boyuan's most serious injuries were his hands and broken legs. The rest of the bomb fragments were only ingested into the flesh and did not damage his vital parts, so the doctor just took them out and bandaged them with stitches.

But the little wife, who obviously seems to be in better condition, hasn't come out yet.

Mo Boyuan had already learned from the bodyguard that his wife had an unexpected situation during the operation. He was so anxious that he almost got out of the wheelchair and rushed into the operating room. Fortunately, he was caught by the bodyguard:

"Madam, she's fine. Second Young Master Tan gave her a blood transfusion."

"Tan Qingshu?"

"Yes boss."

Mo Boyuan hummed, this time he owed Tan Lao Er a big favor!

"Where are the others?"

"You haven't come out yet, let's rest inside."

Another hour passed. . .

The door to the operating room finally opened again, and everyone outside gathered around.