Chapter 755

The light at the door of operating room 8 is flashing rapidly!

There were no waiting family members in the bench outside the door. It was very cold.

Diya rushed to the closed door. Her eyes were flustered and at a loss. She looked around. She was looking for a passing doctor and just wanted to ask if the injured person rescued here was her son.

Soon, the operation room door opened, and a doctor with blood stained on his body rushed out, and he was almost hit by Diya.

"Doctor!" She asked nervously, "what's the name of the injured?"

"I don't know!" The doctor ran to the blood bank.

Diya followed him and asked anxiously, "doctor! Was he shot? How's it going? It's probably my son! "

"Your son?" The doctor turned his eyes and looked at her as he ran. "Get ready to donate blood quickly! The blood in the blood bank may not be enough for him to lose! "

"..." Diya stopped when her footsteps stagnated.

She watched the doctor rush into the blood bank, and then watched the doctor rush out with the blood bag. The doctor ran to her, "what are you doing? You go in and have a look! If it's your son, prepare to donate blood! " With that, the doctor ran away.

Diya just felt something explode in her mind! She stared at her eyes for a long time.

"Hurry up!! It's too late! " The doctor's urging came.

Diya turned and ran with the doctor, her heart tightly clenched together.

In the first floor door of the operating room, Diya saw Ou Yi's bloodstained face through the screen on the wall. His eyes were closed, and a group of doctors were busy around him. She was in a critical mood.

"Is that your son?" The doctor asked anxiously.

"..." Diya looked pale.

"Prepare to donate blood! If you don't have any problems, you don't have to do a blood test. It's too late! " With that, the doctor entered the second door.

Diya looked pale and stared at the man in the picture, looking a little stiff.

Until the doctor sent blood and appeared in front of her again, she was still stunned, as if she had been distracted from her thoughts.

"Is it your son?" The doctor asked again. Her expression made the doctor elusive.

Diya thought again. She looked at the doctor, "I... i..." her mind was confused.

"What am I?" The doctor began to change his shoes and said, "come with me!"

Diya grabbed his arm and said firmly, "I can't donate blood!"

"Why?" The doctor didn't understand and told her seriously, "he's ischemic now! We don't have enough blood in our blood bank! It will take at least half an hour for the blood station to deliver it! Is he your son? Don't waste your time here! "

"..." Diya's heart was a little confused and her eyes were filled with tears. "He is my son, but we... Our blood type does not match."

"..." the doctor was shocked, "adopted son?"

"No!" She panicked, "doctor... Please find a way to save him! Please! "

"Not an adopted son?" The doctor didn't understand, "do you want to save him or not? Since it's your son, you can offer some quickly! "

"Doctor, our blood types really don't match."

"Where's his father?"

Diya's face turned whiter, "not here..."

"Call him and ask him to come. There has been such a big accident. How can a father not be here?"

"Doctor, it's no use coming." Diya whispered, "please help him... I beg you."

"How to save without blood?" The doctor frowned anxiously, "go, I'll go to the blood bank!"

Then the doctor glared at her and left angrily.