Chapter 940: Chapter 949: Caring (9)
The doctor acted quickly, deftly processing two hundred milliliters of blood and handing it to the nurse.
Qiao Mo felt incredibly anxious at this moment. Thinking of Chenchen in the operating room and then seeing the bright red blood in the blood bag made her feel dizzy.
After the nurse hurriedly took the blood away, the doctor continued to draw blood.
Soon, another two hundred milliliters blood bag was filled. Fu Nancheng’s expression remained unchanged, his other large hand gently holding the pale-faced Qiao Mo: "Don’t worry, everything will be fine."
Qiao Mo nodded, worried not only about Chenchen but also about him.
The blood bag was just filled when the nurse rushed back again: "Quick, it’s still not enough!"
This time, even Fu Nancheng’s expression became more serious.
After another two hundred milliliters blood bag was sent away, the doctor looked at Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo with some hesitation: "Let’s draw another hundred milliliters first. If there’s no urgent need, we’ll hold off for now."
Neither of them spoke, as no one knew what Chenchen’s situation would be.
Qiqi looked worriedly at Fu Nancheng, her small white hand reaching out gently, joining with Fu Nancheng’s and Qiao Mo’s.
Fu Nancheng looked at her, a trace of tenderness in his eyes.
Qiqi blinked her watery eyes at him, speaking softly: "Daddy, does it hurt?"
The blood in the tube continued to flow, just as it was about to reach one hundred milliliters, the nurse ran over again: "Doctor Qin said just to keep a hundred milliliters as a backup is fine, no need to draw more for now."
After the nurse took the blood away, Qiao Mo supported Fu Nancheng: "You don’t need to get up just yet, rest for a moment."
Seeing his clearly paler face after drawing five hundred milliliters of blood, Qiao Mo felt a bit distressed and stood beside him, hugging him gently and saying tearfully: "I’m sorry."
"Silly girl." He slowly got up, gently ruffling her hair.
The family of three slowly returned to the bench outside the surgery room to wait.
Seeing the nurse hadn’t come out for more blood collection, Qiao Mo sighed with relief, thinking that perhaps Chenchen’s condition might stabilize without further need.
If not, she truly wouldn’t know what else to do.
After all, the maximum amount of blood a person can donate is four hundred milliliters; at six hundred milliliters, there’s a real risk of shock due to blood loss.
Now Fu Nancheng had already drawn five hundred milliliters, making his face noticeably paler.
If Chenchen’s side remained unstable, she really didn’t know... didn’t know how to proceed...
Everyone anxiously waited, but as time ticked by, there was still no movement inside.
At that moment, inside the operating room, Qin Zhaoran gazed intently at the small child on the surgical table, his expression quite grave.
The doctor beside him made a reminder: "Doctor Qin, the reserved blood supply doesn’t seem enough; according to this situation, we need at least three hundred milliliters more..."
"I don’t need you to remind me!" Qin Zhaoran’s eyes were cold, lacking his usual gentleness, and carried a hint of gloom.
The atmosphere in the operating room became icy cold, and everyone stood still, following Qin Zhaoran’s lead.
Qin Zhaoran slowly lowered his gaze, his large hands in medical gloves clutching tightly, seemingly making a difficult decision.
At this moment, he was very aware that the reserved blood for Chenchen was definitely not enough.
But he also understood that if Fu Nancheng were to give more blood, it might cost him his life!
Normally, when he was healthy and strong, there was a case for occasionally drawing six hundred milliliters of blood.
But considering he’d been drawing blood almost daily for some time now, this was already extremely harmful to his health. Taking such a large amount now would definitely cost him his life!
