After the old doctor said that, Wu Zhongyuan asked anxiously, "What's wrong, is there any problem with my blood?"

The old doctor frowned slightly, turned to look at the colleagues beside him. Seeing that they had no reaction, he turned to Wu Zhongyuan and said, "Don't worry, you are very healthy, but you have lost too much blood, causing blood loss."

"Then why do you ask me if I have tested the blood test?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

"Tell me first if you have had blood tests before?" The old doctor smiled unnaturally.

"A few years ago, I went to have a blood type test. I have type A blood type," said Wu Zhongyuan.

The old doctor nodded, "We know this. In addition to this simple blood type test, have you ever had a more detailed routine blood test?"

"No, I haven't been hospitalized," Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, then suddenly remembered something, "You guys were giving me the wrong blood, right?"

"No, no," the old doctor waved his hand, "we didn't dare to lose to you at all."

After the old doctor finished speaking, Wu Zhongyuan's heart twitched again, "Doctor, just tell me the truth. What's wrong with me?"

The old doctor did not answer, and a female doctor in her forties next to him took over the conversation, "I said, don't be nervous. We carefully tested your blood before the blood transfusion, and found that your blood was different from that of humans."

"Ah? What does it mean to be different from a human being?" Wu Zhongyuan's soul was vented.

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan was scared, the female doctor hurriedly added corrections, "It's different from ordinary people."

"What does it mean to be different from ordinary people?" Wu Zhongyuan asked anxiously.

The old doctor who spoke earlier said, "This involves various indicators of blood phase examination, which is very complicated to say."

Wu Zhongyuan just woke up and was frightened again, and his mind was a little dizzy, "Don't say it complicated, just tell me what the impact it has on me."

"Your blood is extremely special. Once you lose too much blood, there is no blood source to replenish it," the old doctor said, seeing that Wu Zhongyuan did not understand immediately, and added, "Simply put, no one can give you a blood transfusion. At present, this is the biggest impact on you."

"What about the small influence?" Wu Zhongyuan asked again.

"It is not yet confirmed, but we have sent a special person to the provincial capital to send blood samples for examination, and the results will be available tonight." The old doctor said.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't ask again. At this time, his mood had stabilized. He did test the blood type a few years ago and knew that he had type A blood. This means that his blood has no major problems, at least one of the common blood types. Even if there are minor problems, it will not have much impact.

The old doctor waved his hands to the doctors beside the bed. The doctors left the ward with clips that kept things in mind. In the end, only three were left, one was the old doctor himself, the female doctor in her forties, and the last one was the old nurse with two bars on her hat.

When everyone left, the three of them took the chairs and sat down by the bed. The old doctor said, "Young man, can you talk to us?"

"No, I have no money and can't afford to stay in the hospital. I'm leaving." Wu Zhongyuan wanted to go to the ground.

"You are having an infusion, don't move around." The old nurse stepped forward to stop, "Your situation needs to be kept in the hospital for a few days."

"What do you want to observe?" Wu Zhongyuan was a little annoyed.

The old doctor also came forward to help dissuade him, "Don't worry, we need to observe whether the abnormality of your blood is caused by head trauma."

There was still a needle in his hand, and Wu Zhongyuan couldn't remove it himself, so he could only look at the old doctor in anger, "What if I don't let you observe?"

The old doctor was very embarrassed, "Don't get me wrong. We are just responsible for your condition. If you insist on leaving, we will respect your opinion."

"I'll leave now and help me pull out the dunk," said Wu Zhongyuan.

The old doctor nodded helplessly and nodded to the old nurse beside him. The latter was instructed to help Wu Zhongyuan remove the infusion needle on the back of his hand.

Wu Zhongyuan was still wearing his own clothes and didn’t have to change his hospital clothes. When he was wearing shoes, he looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was past 1:00 in the afternoon and he didn’t stay in the hospital for long.

"How much does this dunk cost?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

"No need, you go, take a break after you go back." The old doctor opened the cabinet beside him and took out a plastic bag from it, "This is your thing."

Wu Zhongyuan opened the bag and found that it contained his stack of old books. Maybe he thought there was too much dust, so the hospital wrapped it in a bag.

He walked to the door of the ward with his bag. Wu Zhongyuan stopped and turned around and asked, "You really want me to leave?"

The old doctor nodded, "You are a patient in the hospital, not a prisoner in the public security organs, so we have no right to restrict your freedom."

Confirm that he is free, Wu Zhongyuan’s idea of ​​leaving is not so strong. “There is always money to treat the disease. How much does this drip cost?”

"Eighty." said the old doctor.

Wu Zhongyuan took out a handful of change from his pocket and counted it, and it was only about sixty yuan, which was not enough.

"Young man, don't pay for the infusion fee. Can you chat with us for a while?" The old doctor discussed in a vocal way.

Wu Zhongyuan hesitated for a moment and nodded, "But I have to make a phone call first. I missed class. I have to tell the teacher, otherwise they will be worried."

"Are you still a student?" The old doctor was a little surprised.

Wu Zhongyuan knew that the reason why the old doctor was surprised was that he saw the tattoo on his chest. Those with tattoos were not good people. This is what most people know. Although it is unfair, it is a helpless reality.

Seeing Wu Zhongyuan frowning, the old doctor hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to him.

"I'd better use a landline to call." Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer the old doctor's cell phone.

The latter nodded in agreement and took him to the nurse station outside to make a phone call. After three minutes, the two returned to the ward.

When he returned to the ward, Wu Zhongyuan was in a good mood. The head teacher did not criticize him or mentioned the incident of the security guard being beaten. This shows that the security guard was guilty and did not dare to call the police even after being beaten. In addition, he did not call the police even if he had a shirt, otherwise the police would have found the school.

"Director Wang, thank you." Wu Zhongyuan thanked the old doctor. When he went to the nurse station to call, the nurse shouted, otherwise he would not have known that the old doctor was the director here.

"You're welcome," Dean Wang waved his hand, then pointed at the other two and introduced to Wu Zhongyuan, "This is Director Li of the internal medicine department, and this is Chief Nurse Zhang."

Wu Zhongyuan nodded politely to the two of them, and they nodded in response. Nurse Zhang helped Wu Zhongyuan back to the hospital bed and helped him get a little drip.

Wu Zhongyuan did not lie down, but sat on the head of the bed, looked at Dean Wang, and waited for him to speak.

This time, Dean Wang did not speak to the patient in the tone of the doctor, nor did he mention Wu Zhongyuan's blood abnormality, but just gossip.

It seems that it’s just a gossip, but Wu Zhongyuan knows that Dean Wang is not aimless. Dean Wang wants to find out the cause of his blood abnormality by understanding his origin and what he has experienced.

Even though he knew Dean Wang's intention, Wu Zhongyuan did not hide it. He was adopted by his master when he was very young. He did not say the specific level of master, but the master only said that he had not been weaned when he adopted him.

As for the details of the adoption, the master has never mentioned it, and why Master Wu did not say it.

When President Wang asked about his master's situation, Wu Zhongyuan also briefly said that the reason why he did not hide it was because President Wang asked, "Is your master a Taoist priest?", not, "What does your master do?" The reason why President Wang asked this was undoubtedly because he saw the bundle of Taoist scriptures he carried with him. Since he had guessed it, there was no need to lie.

Then Dean Wang asked about his growth experience again. Wu Zhongyuan also said that his growth experience was similar to that of ordinary people. He went to elementary school to take the junior high school entrance exam. The only difference was that he had never been to kindergarten, and his master taught him to read at home.

Wu Zhongyuan's answer obviously failed to answer President Wang's doubts. After that, President Wang asked him if he had eaten any special food, had he been to any strange places, and had any special experiences.

After careful recollection, Wu Zhongyuan shook his head.

The problem was not found, and Dean Wang was a little disappointed.

"I know a little more skill." Wu Zhongyuan said on his own initiative. In fact, it was not only Dean Wang, but also eager to find out the reason why his blood was different from ordinary people. After all, no one can guarantee that he will not be injured and bleeding in the future. It is very dangerous to not accept blood transfusions.

Dean Wang shook his head, "Practicing martial arts and strengthening the body will not cause blood changes."

Wu Zhongyuan stopped talking. He said everything he could think of, and did not deliberately hide it. However, his growth experience was really nothing special.

In silence, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly remembered something, "Master once said that when I adopted me, I was almost out of reach. I kept coughing up blood. It took Master several years to cure me."

"Have your master ever said what medicine you used?" Dean Wang asked.

"It's just a herb to cure cough. He has also used the same prescription for others." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Do you have a full-body CT?" Dean Wang discussed.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded in agreement.

The dean wants to do a CT scan, and there is no need to pay or queue up. The result will be soon. "No abnormal lesions are seen." To put it bluntly, it is very healthy and has no problem.

After a few hours of trouble, the hospital was about to get off work, and Wu Zhongyuan wanted to leave too.

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan wanted to go back, Dean Wang immediately agreed and called the driver immediately and asked the driver to drive the car downstairs.

After calling, Dean Wang suddenly remembered something, "When did you get tattooed on your body?"

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "I don't know, it was there since I was a very young man."

Dean Wang was very surprised, "When your master adopted you, the tattoo was already there?"

Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

"Can I take a closer look?" President Wang discussed.

Wu Zhongyuan was not very happy, but because Dean Wang insisted on sending a car to him, he was not convenient to refuse, so he unzipped the zipper of his clothes and exposed the tattoo on his chest.

The dragon-shaped tattoo on Wu Zhongyuan's chest is not a complete dragon-shaped one, but only a dragon head, located in the middle of the chest, with irregular shape and a diameter of about fifteen centimeters. Whether it is facial features or color, it is very different from the common dragon-shaped tattoo.

"Can I take a photo?" Dean Wang sought Wu Zhongyuan's opinion.

Wu Zhongyuan wanted to refuse, but then he changed his mind. This tattoo may be related to his life experience. If Dean Wang could find clues, he might be able to find his biological parents.

After receiving Wu Zhongyuan's approval, Dean Wang took out his cell phone and was about to take a photo when the cell phone rang.
Chapter completed!