"I've seen her check with Mrs. tan." Head nurse Liu concluded, "she is the second miss talking about home."

"That's easy." Xiao Yi is in no time to delay. "Nurse Liu, you should contact the family first."

Head nurse Liu nodded, not relaxed.

Talking about the two parents soon arrived at the hospital, the attending doctor explained the situation simply and quickly.

Ms. Yang wore a mink coat, made a very delicate make-up, and sat on the chair with her legs. She was elegant and luxurious. She opened her mouth: "would she die without blood transfusion?"

Dr. Joe in the emergency department was stunned by the question. How could any of the family members of the patient ask that?

It took a long time for Dr. Qiao to reply: "the amount of bleeding is at the critical point. It's better to supplement the amount of blood, or there may be complications."

After Miss Yang thought about it, she asked, "that is to say, it's ok if you don't lose?"

Dr. Joe: "..."

Even doctors can't give an absolute conclusion, just like an operation, there won't be an absolute probability like 100% or zero.

Ms. Yang looked clear and brushed her hair: "you don't have to lose."

Dr. Joe understood. At last, he asked the chief parent of the family.

Talking about Xiyao seems to be very busy. He looks down on the phone, like talking about business. He presses his finger on his lips and makes a silent gesture.

Xiao Yi came out of the emergency room and shook his head. "Talk about Madam's disagreement."

Mo Bing was surprised: "it's not his own, is it?"

The truth.

"The last time I talked about my wife drawing platelets from the second miss to talk about the eldest miss, I guess it might be my stepmother, but it's really my stepmother," said head nurse Liu

Jiang Jiusheng pondered for a long time: "what about the father of calligraphy?"

Xiao Yi spread out his hand: "from beginning to end, he didn't say a word."

Mo Bing moved his mouth and said the truth: "beast."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything more. He stepped aside and dialed Shijin's number. It only rang for a moment and got through.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Is that over?" she asked Shijin

"Well, it's over." Shijin said, "on the way."

With the no more explanation, Jiang Jiusheng asked for help directly: "can you come to hospital soon? I'm in trouble. "

When Jin said good, tone like with a demagogue, low ring in her ear, on two words: "wait for me."

"Well."

Twenty minutes' journey, when Jin only took ten minutes, when he arrived, Jiang Jiusheng sat on the chair outside the emergency room, lowered his head and stared at his toes.

Shijin walks by.

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng looked up and saw him. His brow relaxed. He got up and came to him. He didn't dare to delay. He said briefly: "ink is a rare blood type. It needs blood transfusion. The director's wife of the hospital won't call the spare blood in the blood bank."

"I see." When Jin patted the back of her hand, "don't worry, give it to me."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded.

Shijin helped her put on her mask and turned to the emergency room.

When nurse Liu saw Jin came in, she was very excited: "Shi doctor, here!"

Shi Jin nodded, walked over and took the glove belt from the medical cart: "flashlight, stethoscope."

As soon as Dr. Joe heard it, he would give it to him.

When Jin did a simple examination, looked at the ECG monitor data, did not explain more, directly issued instructions: "prepare for blood transfusion."

Head nurse Liu nodded at once, "I'll go now."

"Wait." Ms. Yang sat up and raised her chin. "Who are you?"

Shijin looked back. "I'm a doctor."

Ms. Yang sneered, disdained and sneered: "when does Tianbei hospital get a doctor to decide?" She glanced at the head nurse and ordered, "call your Dean."

Ms. Yang's words have just fallen.

"Time Jin cannot help but repeat:" prepare for blood transfusion

Head nurse Liu ignored Ms. Yang directly and went to the blood bank to get blood.

Ms. Yang stood up and was furious. "You --"

when Jin interrupted, her voice was not warm and angry. She looked at the nurse at the door of the treatment room. "This is the emergency room, the place to save people. Please go out."

The nurse was stunned for a second and went to ask for help: "talk about Madam, please go out."

Ms. Yang sneered and her eyes were sharp. She glanced at Shijin and sniffed: "if you drive me out, you won't have to come to work tomorrow."

"Oh."

Miss Yang was stunned.

She's about to have a fit.

"When Jin face does not change color, say lightly:" that you can prepare for your daughter in time after death matter

When Ms. Yang heard this, she was furious and her eyebrows were glaring: "you dare to curse my daughter!" With a high voice, Ms. Yang couldn't bear it. "Which department are you from? Let the director of your department come here. I'm going to fire you now! "Talking about the capital injected by the family into Tianbei, which hospital does not honor Ms. Yang's wife, is that the president also wants to give seven colors, where anyone dares to contradict her like this.

When Jin calm, a pair of beautiful eyes flat and quiet, no movement, just said: "no department director, heart surgery I am responsible." After a brief pause, he said, "I'm Shi Jin, chief physician of cardiac surgery."

Ms. Yang was suddenly stupefied.

It's no wonder that when Ms. Yang didn't see the doctor, the doctor was working every day. It was very difficult for the patients to make an appointment, let alone the patients' families.

At this time, Tan Xiyao answered the phone and went into the treatment room. He was surprised and polite: "why did the doctor come?"

When Jin did not respond, concise and comprehensive: "please go out."

I don't know why, as soon as the doctor opened his mouth, he was confident, and the young nurse was not afraid of it, so he said, "please go out first."

Hum, when we need to fire the doctor, come on, who is afraid of who!

PA!

The door to the treatment room is closed.

Ms. Yang stared at the door for a long time: "is he really the doctor in charge of Wanxi?"

It's too young.

Talking about Xi Yao nodding, "President Xiao said that he was specially hired from Yale Medical University. He is a talented surgeon and is famous in the field of cardiac surgery."

Ms. Yang scoffed: "talking about ink treasure, the girl is able to climb a high branch, and even has a back in the hospital."

Talking about Xiyao's sudden Rage: "enough!" "Cold face," she how to say is my daughter

"Is she your daughter?" Ms. Yang's eyes were full of resentment, and she retorted, "isn't Wanxi your daughter? If you hadn't gone out to steal food when I was pregnant, I wouldn't have moved and Wanxi wouldn't have fallen ill. Both the mother and daughter owe Wanxi and me. " She was biting her teeth hard, and her eyes were burning with hate. "She should have given her life to my daughter."

"You -"

have nothing to say about Xiyao.

At nine o'clock, when Jin came out of the emergency room, Jiang Jiusheng was still sitting on the bench outside, covered with blankets, seemed to be asleep, holding his knees, and quietly lowered his head.

Mo Bing stood opposite the wall, just about to open her mouth, when Jin made a silent move. He walked over, and the action was very light. He brushed ginger's nine Sheng's hair and called softly, "Sheng Sheng."

"Well?" She looked up, her eyes bleary.

When Jin pulled the blanket up: "go back to sleep."

Jiang Jiusheng's drowsiness is also gone. He asks, "is it all over?"

"Well."

"How are they?"

Shi Jin nodded and said softly, "well, it's all very well."

Mo Bing hears this, and makes a move of withdrawing to Jiang Jiusheng first. She nods to let her be careful on the way.

There was no one in the corridor. Jiang Jiusheng simply took off the mask, moved his legs, and his movements froze: "maybe you need to hold me. My legs are numb, and I can't move."

Shijin chuckled, wrapped the blanket around her, and picked her up. "Home?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head and said he couldn't go back. He explained, "elder martial sister Xie Dang will come to watch the night. There's no one to accompany me here." During the blood transfusion, the couple left without leaving a word.

When Jin seems not satisfied, frown: "Sheng Sheng, why so good to her?" He didn't want to agree with the idea of staying in bed.

Jiang Jiusheng just smiled. When he hugged Jin, his neck rubbed against his chest. He was a little tired. He whispered softly, like saying, "the world has given her too little kindness." She was so disappointed, "that if others only treat her a little bit well, she will remember for a long time."

For example, four years ago, she did nothing but raise her hand, and that silly girl just gave her heart and lungs.

It's heartbreaking to be pure.

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, when talking about calligraphy, he woke up. His head was wrapped in a white bandage, which made his small face more pale and looked very bad.

She opened her eyes and froze.

Jiang Jiusheng sat on the chair beside the bed: "wake up."

Talking about the blink of ink, it's rare that there is less subtlety and oddity. It's like a tiger's head and a tiger's brain. It rubs its eyes and stretches its eyelids to the maximum: "am I dreaming?"

This reaction made Jiang Jiusheng cry and laugh, and asked, "does the wound hurt?"

"It hurts." Talking about calligraphy nodding, the back of the head is more painful. It's hot. It's a bit dazzling.

"That's not a dream."

When I wake up, the feeling of idols around me is really like a dream. Talking about the secret music of calligraphy, my head is not so painful, my eyes are not so dizzy. After a while, I remember to ask the main thing: "how is your younger martial brother? Is it saved? "

If she is not saved, her head will be smashed in vain.

Jiang Jiusheng said, "he's OK. He's in the next room."

When it comes to calligraphy, I'm relieved: "that's good." Although she is black powder, she is kind black powder.

Then Jiang Jiusheng helped her to wash, and she was so beautiful that she froze.

Back to the ward, Jiang Jiusheng opened the heat preservation barrel and probed the temperature at the barrel mouth: "would you like some soup? I brought you pig liver soup. It's for nourishing blood. " She doesn't talk much at ordinary times, and now she is surprisingly patient, "because you can't eat heavy oil and salt, maybe it doesn't taste very good."Zhu Gan Tang has been drinking a lot of ink before. Every time she draws blood, Ms. Yang asks her nanny to make pig liver soup for her. She hates pig liver soup the most for all the food and drink in the world.

Talking about calligraphy, he looked at the huge heat preservation barrel and nodded: "I like pig liver best."

Jiang Jiusheng holds a bowl and hands it to her.

She took it over, didn't speak, bowed her head and drank soup. Tears fell into the bowl one by one. She took a sniff, looked up and smiled, and said, "it's good to drink." she wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, and the tears were thick in her curved eyes, but her mouth was smiling all the time. "Really, I'm going to cry because of the good drink."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask anything, just looked at the red eyes of Tan Mo Bao: "then I will bring it to you tomorrow."

She nodded sharply: "OK."

Then she bowed her head and was not afraid of scalding. She took a swig. Really, she could not taste anything, but she knew that it must be very good.

After her mother died, it was the second time someone had made her food.

Last time, four years ago, she went into the door of the talk house in rags. Her father asked her to make a bowl of noodles. At that time, she also cried, and felt that the food was so delicious that she could not stop crying.

It took her four years to remember that bowl of noodles. Now she knows that it's not the same as giving and sincerity.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the nurse came to change the medicine. She woke up, but her eyelids could not be opened, and she could hear the sound in her ears.

"Still awake?"

"I was awake just now. Maybe I went to sleep again."

"She's pathetic, too. Last night, her family didn't give her a blood transfusion." Female nurse's voice is very small, some indignation is uneven, "that stepmother even if, her father is too much, tiger poison still does not eat son."

"Yes, what's the use of being a rich family? Even her father doesn't care about her life or death. Talking about the eldest lady is not the same. It's the Pearl on the palm. It hurts when the eyeball hurts. "

"It's all about surnames. Why is the difference so big?"

"Who says it's not..."

The man on the bed moved, his head turned to one side, his eyelashes quivered and his eyes were moist.

At noon, there was news about Xie Dang. However, public relations had been prepared for a long time. At 7:00, and 3:00, Xie Dang changed from a popular violinist to a national hero against domestic violence.

At that time, Jin leaned against the wall of the stairway, bowed her head and answered the phone. Her long fingers and white nails were neatly trimmed.

"Six less."

At the other end of the phone is Qin Zhong, the son of the housekeeper of the Qin family's house.

When Jin cherished words like gold, only asked: "results."

"The appeal was dismissed." Qin Zhong said in detail, "because there are people injured on both sides, and there is no monitoring and witness. Besides, that guy is the son of minister Cheng, and the Bureau intends to put things down and try to make things smaller."

When Jin is silent.

Finger abdomen is reddish, holding the mobile phone, the light of the screen is on the back of the hand, cold white, like a clear jade.

Qin Zhong waited for a long time, but didn't hear the instructions. He asked for instructions: "do not use me to put pressure?"

Shi Jin said, "No."

No?

Never mind.

Pause for a moment, when Jin threw past two words: "private."

If you are private, you can only use violence to control violence. Qin Zhong will say, "I understand."

In the evening, Jiang Jiusheng brought soup to tan Mo Bao.

Her complexion has improved a lot. She recovers quickly. She can't stay in bed. As soon as Jiang Jiusheng comes in, she gets out of bed and gives Jiang Jiusheng the bag on the table. She smiles and says, "Sheng Sheng, here you are."

"What?" Jiang Jiusheng takes a look. It's a bag of bottles and cans.

Talking about calligraphy, he said, "those guys under my father gave you nutritious food or something." Tan Xiyao didn't show up, but the group of people who were in a hurry to make up for Tan's family came wave after wave. She went all the way to get what she wanted. She didn't take it for nothing.

Jiang Jiusheng is funny. He doesn't answer: "you keep it for yourself."

"I'm in good health. There's no need to mend it." It's a waste to talk about Guanxi's hematopoiesis.

Jiang Jiusheng only received one bottle and put the rest in the bedside table of the ward. No one at home appeared, so she sat in the ward for a while, waiting for the ink to finish the soup before leaving.

As soon as Jiang Jiusheng's front foot went out, there were more figures at the door. He came back and forth several times.

Talking about the calligraphy, he yelled, "who is sneaking at the door?"

Immediately someone answered, "who's sneaking?"

It's Xie Dang. A beautiful and noble handsome face is blue and purple. He takes a heat preservation bucket and comes in and puts it on the cabinet: "it's for nourishing blood."

Although I don't want to replenish blood at all, I still need to smile politely: "thank you."

Xie Dang didn't say anything. He put down his things and left. When he arrived at the door, he stopped again. Looking back, he looked very serious: "I Xie Dang is not ungrateful. If you help me once, I owe you a favor. If you want to go back, you come to me. As long as you don't violate the morality, I will do my best."Hatred is hatred, one yard at a time, he has the grace to repay, never owe.

Talking about calligraphy, I really thought about it and said one thing: "then can you let me into the top eight?"

Xie Dang: "..."

She seriously said, "I'm going to take part in the resurrection competition of spark. You can give me a back door."

"Spark" is Xie Dang's talent show as a mentor.

Is this guy big hearted or stupid? Don't you know the weight of his promise?

Xie Dang resolutely refused: "no way."

On the small face of Calligraphy: "why? Don't you say you'll do what you can? "

"Against morality."

It's not just a black screen, which program can't have a black screen. I want to roll my eyes when talking about calligraphy.

Xie Dang's reason is: "I don't do furtive things. Besides, if you are not suitable to be a singer, don't change your life against the sky."

“....”

Oh, Hello, she has a headache with anger. Black powder! Life is a mystery!

Xie Dang leaves the ward and looks up to see Jiang Jiusheng waiting at the door.

He wondered, "Why are you still here?"

Jiang Jiusheng said, "wait for you."

"Why?" It's frightening to look serious.

She looked up at him, "Dangdang."

Xie Dang is not happy: "don't call Dang." What a bitch!

Jiang Jiusheng was in the right mood and said solemnly, "thank you."

He was more frightened.

Every time Jiang Jiusheng is so reserved, he's scared. He's afraid that she'll scold him like an old man in his family.

Sure enough, Jiang Jiusheng's face was serious: "if you encounter such a situation in the future, just call the police, and then stay away. If you don't, I will break up with you." Afraid that he didn't believe it, she stressed, "it's not a joke."

It's very important to say, but Xie Dang knows what she means. If it's him who is in danger, he probably thinks the same as her. I wish she could stay away.

However, even if he has no friends, it is estimated that he will do the same next time.

Looking away, his tone was natural: "you know, do you think I'm stupid? A fever in my head is enough. I'm not stupid. After this lesson, do you think I'll join in and die?"

Jiang Jiusheng looked at him with a look: "how do I think it will be?"

What a roundworm in his stomach!

Xie Dang snorted, didn't continue to argue, deliberately turned the topic aside: "that Cheng has a background, I don't think he can be locked for a few days. Be careful, I'm afraid he will take revenge."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded and said, "be careful, too."

Xie Dang touched the swollen bag on his head and moved his aching muscles and bones: "how dare he come to me? If I don't go to him, it's time for him to burn the incense. " He must look for it. If he doesn't have a fight, he can't swallow his anger.

It was almost dusk when Jin returned to the office.

Jiang Jiusheng turns off the computer: "is it over?"

"Well." When Jin changed the doctor's white robe and packed her bag, "let's go home."

"No hurry." Jiang Jiusheng looked at the time on the mobile phone, "first go to the pet hospital to pick up Bomei, and then go to the supermarket to buy big bones. Bomei's legs are not good yet. In the evening, stew bone soup for it."

Of course, it's Shijin stew.

When Jin took her by the hand, she stopped suddenly and looked at her with a frown: "Sheng Sheng, if one day you want to live in no one island for a month, you can only take one thing, do you want to take me or Jiang Bomei?"

Jiang Jiusheng: "..." For a long time, she replied, "take you."

Really, she didn't expect that Shijin would care so much with a dog.

When Jin is not satisfied with her answer, frown became "Sichuan" word: "you hesitated for seven seconds."

“....”

Jiang Jiusheng is trying to explain. When Jin suddenly pulls her over, pulls her hair off her shoulder, then leans over and smacks her on the neck.

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

When she finished, she looked up and looked at her neck. It seemed that it wasn't obvious enough. She lowered her head, held her skin and sucked hard.

It's going to take a few days.

When Jin took care of her hair, she tied her scarf and smiled: "this is punishment." He said, "next time I ask you again, don't hesitate."

Jiang Jiusheng laughed, but nodded his head.

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