To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 87 The Same Blood Type O
Involuntarily, he bit his lip, uncontrollably out of the corner of his eye, and glanced reassuringly at Tang Mo in the front left.

Should she also apologize to Tang Mo?
It's just that the timing doesn't seem right now, so it's better to wait to go back, she opened the car door thinking so much, and wanted to go to the hospital with those doctors, and wanted to wait for Wen Liang to wake up, and be the first to be able to do so. see yourself.

But before he took a few steps, someone grabbed his wrist.

She stopped and looked back.

Tang Mo!

"Uh... male god, no, no, Mr. Tang." She lowered her head in embarrassment.

"You don't have to follow." He said and let go of her hand, "Hua Yu, take her for a CT scan first."

"Yes, President."

ha?She also has to go for a test?Qiao Mumu shook her head again and again: "I don't want it! I'm fine, I just got hit."

Her resistance was more like a kind of fear, as if she would never come out after entering the hospital, Tang Mo glanced at her thoughtfully, Qiao Mumu lowered her head instantly, deeply afraid that his thoughts would be seen through by him.

However, only a man's voice sounded: "I have done CT, I will take you back, if you don't do it, you will stay here."

leave her here! ?
Qiao Mumu said that this place was very far away from his previous residence, and he didn't bring any money with him, and more importantly, he didn't bring any keys. He was completely numb in an instant, and stared at Tang Mo pitifully for a while.

But the man was completely indifferent.

"I'm really fine..." she muttered.

"To go or not to go?"

I can only go.

She nodded reluctantly. When she originally wanted to see Wen Liang, she didn't have such a big sense of fear in her heart. Now she wants to do a CT scan by herself, and everything feels bad all over her body in an instant.

Seeing that she looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, the man couldn't help curling his lips. Her appearance was indeed a bit cute.

Another special assistant who followed Tang Molai came to him respectfully with his mobile phone: "President, as you imagined, Miss Wen has type O blood, and I have asked them to back up the blood samples. Don't need to do a DNA comparison?"

Tang Mo didn't answer right away.

An unknown emotion welled up in his heart, like panic, like anticipation, and after raising his long fingers to lightly pinch the center of his eyebrows for a moment, he finally shook his head.

But he continued: "Save the sample."

"Yes." After the special assistant agreed, he continued to communicate with the people in the operating room.

After everyone arrived, Tang Mo took the lead and entered the hospital first.

There was still some time left for Wen Liang's surgery, and Qiao Mumu's examination was soon over. At a fork in the road, Tang Mo stopped and thought for a while before choosing the side of the operating room.

This is a private hospital, and the level of equipment and doctors is relatively high—of course, it is not affordable by ordinary people.

During the long waiting time, Tang Mo used a tablet to draw some fragmentary things to suppress the anxiety in his heart.

Three 10 minutes later.

After completing the inspection, Qiao Mumu followed Huayu and joined the others.

"Did you draw Xiao Liangliang?" As soon as she saw Tang Mo, she became tense and walked over obediently.

"Huh?" The man raised his eyebrows.

He is drawing Tang Luoshui from his memory. In these years, he has drawn countless times. He still can't forget the day when his sister disappeared. He remembers his sister's preferences and characteristics clearly, even when she smiled an expression of

He couldn't decide what she looked like when he grew up, but he would never lose his memory of what she looked like when she was a child.

"This girl is obviously Xiao Liangliang."

"You've known each other since childhood?"

"No, I've seen photos of her when she was a child, but I don't know why, Xiao Liangliang doesn't like people mentioning her past. I only saw those photos once, and Aunt Ye put them away."

Tang Mo's eyes flickered.

Just as he was about to ask, the door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open.

"Tang, Mr. Tang! Ms. Wen's abdominal aorta is seriously injured, and her vena cava is also..."

"Get to the point." The man interrupted him with an extremely cold expression.

"The patient has type O blood, and the extracorporeal circulation pole broke down at this juncture. We didn't expect it to be so serious." The chief surgeon's assistant, wearing a dark green surgical suit, had tears in his anxious eyes, "O Type blood is already in short supply, and what we can transfer is not enough."

"I have blood type O, take me there." Tang Mo was still very calm.

The chief surgeon's assistant immediately reacted and led him to the sterile room with a heavy nod.

Are they the same blood type?Qiao Mumu blinked her eyes, thinking that Wen Liang said earlier that Tang Mo approached her because she suspected that she was his friend's sister, then...how could she have the same blood type as Tang Mo so coincidentally?
She didn't dare to continue to speculate, and shook her head vigorously.

After a while, Tang Mo came out of the sterile room.

He looked a little weaker, and the color of his lips had faded a little.

"Are you okay?" Qiao Mumu stood up and rushed to his side, holding him anxiously.

"Yeah." He leaned on her and sat back to his original position.

With an output of 500 milliliters, no matter how strong his body is, he will still be damaged.

Qiao Mumu bit her lip, feeling sorry for him, but also for her best friend in the operating room.

It was all her fault that they had suffered so much.

Tang Mo tilted his head, seeing her guilty face, he couldn't bear it for no reason, he pursed his lips and didn't say anything, just took his hand back from her arms, whether she felt guilty or not had nothing to do with him.

Another three hours.

The lights in the operating room finally went out.

The heavy door opened, and the people inside pushed the bed out.

"Little Liangliang!" Qiao Mumu was overjoyed, got up and ran over.

In contrast, Tang Mo was much more stable, he just stood up and looked over there.

"The operation was very successful. This is the best operation for vena cava injury we have ever done! As long as the anesthesia wears off, you can take her back. I believe that the medical team at your home is better than our hospital. Suitable for nursing care." The chief surgeon took off his mask and looked at Tang Mo.

"Dean, it's hard work." He nodded, "I will ask the finance department to verify the allocation of your hospital's budget as soon as possible."

The dean was taken aback when he heard this: "Didn't you already allocate the funds? Just after my operation, the assistant got the news that you had already allocated the funds half an hour ago."

The scientific research projects that this hospital is engaged in require a huge amount of funds, except for the Tang Corporation that can allocate the money... only the Huo Group.

Huo Dongming?
"Is the transaction record still there?"

"Uh, yes."

"Hua Yu, follow the dean. If you see anyone from the Huo Group, please notify me immediately."

"Yes."

The dean left, and the rest of the staff pushed Wen Liang into the ward and left too.

The VIP ward is very large, with its own kitchen and balcony, but it is a bit empty at this time.

Qiao Mumu walked to the window without saying a word, held Wen Liang's hand, and looked down at her with complicated emotions.

"Little Liangliang, you have to wake up early." She murmured.

That voice was a little pathetic.

Tang Mo couldn't help but move his gaze away, and stayed on the two of them.

(End of this chapter)