The chief surgeon took off his mask and anxiously said, "The patient has lost too much blood and urgently needs a transfusion..."
Before the doctor finished speaking, everyone rushed to roll up their sleeves, extending their arms, saying, "Take mine, mine."
"...Her blood type is quite rare, RH negative, commonly known as panda blood. We don't have enough in the blood bank," the chief surgeon calmly stated. "We must get the blood within an hour, or the consequences will be unimaginable."
"There's no 'or else,'" Bo Yimo's voice was cold and composed, seemingly devoid of any emotion. "Xiao Yi, Feifei is panda blood; go and bring her here."
Xiao Yi nodded slightly and left.
After speaking, the chief surgeon was about to enter the operating room, but another person was quicker than him.
Bo Yimo walked step by step towards the operating table, seeing Tong Yan lying there, the gunshot wound on her back gaping and bloody, her entire body so weak it seemed she had stopped breathing.
