Ten seconds later.

lance retracted a message

lance retracted a message

lance retracted a message

lance retracted a message

lance:【Look at this sad news!】

lance: [Pay attention, although the skull is severely damaged, it is not inoperable]

lance: [Of course, the success rate is 0%, that’s another doctor]

Bai Qian got to his point and said directly: [What about you?]

lance: [Watch your words, the person talking to you now is Lance, the number one surgeon.]

lance is very arrogant:【100%】

There is no doubt about nce's medical skills. Medical skills know no borders. The two have communicated for such a long time and know each other's medical skills well.

Lance realized the profoundness of Chinese medicine, and Bai Qian also reconciled with Western medicine. It is not unreasonable that Chinese medicine can almost replace Chinese medicine in the country in just a few hundred years.

She realized that the essence of the problem was not to resist Western medicine, but to promote traditional Chinese medicine.

nce could perform this operation, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Qian:【Can you come?】

Lance didn't hesitate. He was already curious about Chinese medicine and wanted to see Bai Zian to see if acupuncture could cure his myopia. He was only a few days ahead of time.

lance:【Then you have to give me acupuncture!】

Bai Qian:【1】

lance:【I'm coming!】

nce.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lance is abroad, and even if he catches a flight now, he won't be able to arrive until at least tomorrow.

**

Bai Zian barely slept all night.

The next day, she rarely asked Ji Heng any questions and went out with her schoolbag at six o'clock.

Half past six, first floor of Xiangcheng Hospital.

A group of people were talking to the nurse at the front desk. The leader was an old woman on crutches. She looked at the bright nurse station and did not dare to speak. After a long while, she cautiously stepped forward and asked: "Ms. Nurse, I, we are all here to treat Shen Qing."

Donating blood, where can I donate blood?”

Behind her, there were workers wearing safety helmets, middle-aged couples who got up early to sell breakfast and still took off their aprons halfway through the sales, and underage children who came with their parents...

"Yes, nurse, where is she?" The worker took off his hat, revealing his dark face, very anxious, "I heard she was seriously injured..."

"Quick, nurse," someone directly lifted up their sleeves, "pump me, I have a lot of blood!"

Hundreds of people all rushed forward.

Very spectacular.

Yongfu Community is an old community. People here have lived here for decades, especially the older generation, and they are very familiar with each other.

"Grandma, your blood cannot be drawn." The nurse station had never encountered such a situation before. She was also a little confused. She stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, wait, don't make any noise, get in line, and let me ask about the situation."

.”

The group of people quickly lined up, and there was a long queue from the nurse's desk to the entrance of the hospital.

Bai Zian wanted to go directly to the elevator and go upstairs.

When she heard Shen Qing's name, she paused in her steps, turned around and looked through the crowd at the long queue of people lined up at the door.

After a long while, she took a step forward and came to the old grandmother standing in front, "Grandma, I am Shen Qing's niece. Are you all here to donate blood to her?"

The old lady was from the first floor of Building Seven. She squinted at Bai Qian and recognized him immediately.

Holding Bai Qian's hand excitedly, "I know you, Housheng, how is your aunt now? Don't worry, we are already looking for people in the community, they will come to donate blood later..."

"It's okay," Bai Qian supported her, and then said to the people behind her in a warm voice, "My aunt needs panda blood. If you have panda blood, I will thank you on behalf of your aunt and uncle. If not, just go back. Don't worry,

Nothing will happen to Auntie here."

"That's good," the old lady breathed a sigh of relief. She held Bai Qian's arm, "This goddamn Mr. Lu..."

Bai Jian paused, then lowered her eyelashes, "Mr. Lu?"

"That's the man who wants to buy our community. He's so vicious..." the old lady said, tapping her cane, "He's doing evil to our community..."

Bai Xian nodded, his dark eyes reflecting the cold ground of the hospital.

She turned around and went to the elevator.

At the entrance of the hospital, another dozen people who had just finished moving the goods came in. They were sweating profusely. They wiped their hands and asked, "Where can I donate blood to Shen Qing?"

"Young students, here, they say they want panda blood. Which of you knows your blood type..."

"Go check it out soon..."

**

ICU.

Ji Shaojun stood outside the window.

Not far away, Ji Mulan and Xu En had also arrived long ago.

A doctor received a great trust from Xu En and explained to Xu Enji and Shao Jun with the case, "Our current technology can only be observed in the ICU. You also know Ms. Shen's situation. Her blood type is special. The whole country dares to take such risks for surgery."

There are not many of her, and there are only a few days left, so you must be prepared for her to be brain-dead."

As for preparations, the doctor's point is very clear.

Ji Mulan looked at Xu En.

Xu En smiled bitterly, "I can't contact the dean."

Ji Shaojun turned his eyes calmly to the intensive care unit, with a storm brewing in his eyes.

"Uncle," Bai Qian stood next to Ji Shaojun. She was wearing a school uniform, her hair was messy on the back of her head, her eyebrows were drooped, and she said almost calmly: "That Mr. Lu is still in Xiangcheng, right?

?Is it because of him that my aunt became like this?"

This sentence.

It made several people present tremble.

Ji Shaojun quickly tilted his head. He looked at Bai Zian, very nervous, "Who told you? Mr. Lu, you are just a student and don't care about A Zian. Just go to class. Your aunt is fine now."

Bai Qian looked at Ji Shaojun quietly for a while, without answering, and said a little calmly, "I'm going to class."

She turned around and went downstairs.

seven o'clock.

Downstairs of the hospital.

Director Chen's car stopped in a hurry, and he rushed over as soon as he received Bai Qian's call.

At a glance, he saw Bai Qian leaning against the tree and said, "Miss Bai!"

He got off the bus.

Bai Qian put her schoolbag at her feet, with her blue and white school uniform open, her hands folded across her chest, leaning against the tree, calmly watching the traffic flow, the breeze blowing, her hair fluttering lightly, like the low-pressure sea after a heavy rain.

It's so dull that one can't breathe.

"You're here," Bai Qian stretched out his hand and slowly picked off the fallen yellow leaves from his arm, "There is Mr. Lu who wants to acquire Yongfu Community. Do you know him?"

Bai Qian is lazy and casual no matter where she is, and Bureau Chen has always thought she has a good temper.

This is the first time that I have to face her storm.

He later realized that facing Bai Qian like this was no less stressful than facing Jiang Fuli in a furious state!

Director Chen replied very cautiously: "I don't know him."
Chapter completed!