Chapter 992: surgery

Seeing that several noble ladies are scrambling for blood, this is really strange to the little nurse.
"Is it a blood type? If it is not, it cannot be used." explained.
These are veritable ladies in the Jincheng circle. They are usually at home and don't know how to wash their dishes. They are also picked up by the driver at any time, and they have never been injured.
"When I gave birth, the doctor said I had type A blood or type B blood? The interval was too long, I can't remember."
"I've also checked this stuff when giving birth, but it's been over 20 years, and I really don't remember it."
Just as Mrs. Joe was about to agree, she listened to her own son saying:
"Okay, mom, don't delay the doctor to save people, we don't have a blood type A in our family."
This, all right.
Mrs. Joe wanted to help, so she could only rest her mind.
And Mrs. Gu knows her blood type:
"I am panda blood." He was helpless.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, the ladies outside, even the two bodyguards are not blood type A.
When everyone looked at me and I looked at you, Tan Qingshu stepped forward again:
"I'm!"
amount?
After the nurse responded, she pulled the person directly:
"follow me."
Then, the door of the operating room closed again.
When Gu Yichen arrived, several lightly injured bodyguards had bandaged their wounds and stayed here. Some of their heads were wrapped in circles of white gauze, and some of the clothes did not need to be worn anymore, and the upper body was directly wrapped up. Layers of white gauze, and some simple crutches in the hospital.
Anyway, how miserable it looks, it's all gone.
At least, everyone had to stay here until the second group of people sent by the Mohist school arrived.
Otherwise, if something happens again, everyone can apologize with death.
One hour passed. . .
Two hours passed. . .
After three and a half hours, the door of the operating room opened again.
"boss!"
"boss!"
Yes, Mo Boyuan came out.
This person is also very tenacious, and the anesthesiologist has to marvel.
He was able to recover so quickly and stay awake, and he didn't let everyone push out sideways. He had to be in a wheelchair.
After the surgeon saw it, he agreed:
"If he wants to use a wheelchair, he should be in a wheelchair. It's okay, the big deal is to fix the bandage again."
And Mo Boyuan must come out in a wheelchair, so that he can sit outside the operating room and wait for his wife to come out.
It’s not okay to be in a wheelchair, but if you wait here in a hospital bed, it’s not so good, right?
It's not good just for the sake of others.
Don't frighten people!
The most severe injuries to Mo Boyuan were hand and leg fractures. The rest of the bomb fragments were only ingested skin and flesh, and did not hurt the vitals, so the doctor directly took them out and then stitched them up.
But the little wife, who seems to be in better condition, hasn't come out yet.
Mo Boyuan had learned from the bodyguard that there was an accident during the operation of his little wife. He almost got out of the wheelchair and rushed into the operating room with a kick. Fortunately, he was caught by the bodyguard:
"Madam is all right, Tan Er Shao has given a blood transfusion."
"Tan Qingshu?"
"Yes the boss."
Mo Boyuan said, this time I owe Tan Lao Er a favor!
"What about others?"
"I haven't come out yet, rest in there."
Another hour passed. . .
The door of the operating room finally opened again, and everyone outside was surrounded.