I can fish for anything

Chapter 195 coma
Chapter 190 IX Coma
The nurse pushed Xia Chengcheng out of the emergency room.

Since his wound was on his back, it would definitely be uncomfortable to lie down all the time, so the hospital specially made a hospital bed for him, and dug a big hole in the bed board, so as to ensure that the wound would not touch the bed board.

Moreover, this bed also has a function. Press the button on the head of the bed, and the bed board will rise slowly, so that even patients without any mobility can stand up straight.

The anesthetic on his body hadn't dissipated yet, and Xia Chengcheng was still in a coma at this moment, but his face looked much better.

Liu Xuan's hanging heart finally let go, and thanked the doctor a thousand times, took out a check from his handbag, wrote a number of numbers on it, and then handed it to the doctor.

"What do you mean?" The doctor didn't even look at it: "We've all heard about Xia Chengcheng. He is our little hero in Jiangbei City. If you give me money, do you look down on me or insult me?" '

"No, that's not what I mean. Doctor, listen to me. It's just my wish. Please accept it."

The doctor still shook his head: "Healing the wounded and dying is my bounden duty. You should take back the money. The person you want to thank is not me, but the young man who provided the blood plasma." '

Hearing this, Liu Xuan was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't the blood plasma transported by air from Guangdong Province?"

"Don't you know?" The doctor looked at him sideways: "Because of the weather, the helicopter to deliver the plasma has not yet arrived. The plasma your son needs was donated by a young man named Jiang Zhihao. He heard that Xia Chengcheng is in urgent need of pandas." After bleeding, I rushed to the hospital immediately!"

"Actually, there is one thing I didn't tell you. When I drew the knife just now, there was an accident. If we didn't have enough blood plasma, your son might..."

"The young man who donated blood is now in the blood donation room on the third floor. He has had [-] milliliters of blood drawn. Go and see him!"

Liu Xuan was completely dumbfounded. She always thought that the blood plasma her son needed was airlifted from Guangdong Province, but she didn't expect it to be donated by Jiang Zhihao!
That's [-] milliliters!

Liu Xuan has some understanding of blood donation. A moderate amount of blood donation is beneficial to the human body. A strong person will usually donate [-] milliliters, and it will be enough for a person with an average body to donate [-] milliliters.

What is the concept of donating [-] milliliters at once? In an adult human body, there are about [-] milliliters of blood.

In other words, a fifth of Jiang Zhihao's blood was drawn!
This is no longer allowed in the medical world!
She had no time to take care of her son and ran to the blood donation room on the third floor of the hospital.

However, Jiang Zhihao was nowhere to be found.

When you called him: "Jiang Zhihao, why did you leave? Before the blood was drawn, why didn't you tell me?"

"It's okay, I have a lot of blood." Jiang Zhihao didn't want to mention this matter: "By the way, I will go to your place tomorrow, pick up your eight security guards, and then arrange a few young men with good skills as guards." security guard."
After speaking, Jiang Zhihao hung up the phone.

He didn't want to say more, because he felt very sick now, had a headache and wanted to vomit.

After donating blood, the doctor asked him to give him an infusion, but he didn't like the strong smell of 84 disinfectant in the hospital.

While the doctor was not paying attention, he sneaked out.

I feel uncomfortable at the moment because of too much blood transfusion.

At this moment, he was walking on the street alone, and no one knew that the little hero Xia Chengcheng was bleeding from him.

After a while of dizziness, Jiang Zhihao's consciousness became more and more confused.

He suddenly thought of the No. 11 stitch among the thirteen stitches in the ghost gate called infinite blood recovery.

It is to use silver needles, with the assistance of spiritual energy, to quickly restore blood to people who have lost too much blood.

It's just that he doesn't know how to do this injection yet.

He wanted to stimulate the spiritual energy to make himself more awake, but at this time he found that, for some reason, the activated spiritual energy was weak and weak.

Jiang Zhihao gave a wry smile. He didn't expect it to be only [-] milliliters of blood, and he didn't expect it to cause such serious harm to him.

The eyelids could hardly be opened, as if there were two heavy weights hanging on them.

Gradually, Jiang Zhihao lost consciousness, and then he didn't know anything.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

Crunch!

A van stopped, and then two young people got out of the van, carried Jiang Zhihao into the van, and walked away.

Whoa!

In a dark secret room, a basin of cold water was splashed on his face.

Jiang Zhihao woke up and found himself chained to a cylindrical concrete pillar.

There are three people in front of me, one is wearing a minority costume and holding a paper fan in his hand. This person has a goatee, giving people a very sinister feeling.

From Qiu Yan's description before, Jiang Zhihao could judge that this person should be the one who used drugs to make her hallucinate.

Standing in the middle is a paunchy man with a typical Mediterranean haircut.

The last one was a young man in his thirties, with short hair, a white face and a beardless face, and his eyes were dark and fierce.

On his face, there is also an ugly scar.

Jiang Zhihao narrowed his eyes and looked at the three of them.

"Are you awake? Do you know who I am?" Mediterranean Sea asked with a smile.

Then he continued: 'Let me introduce you. '

He pointed to the man with a mustache on the left holding a paper fan: "This man is a master I invited from the Western Regions. He is good at using drugs. He is my bodyguard, Amu."

Then he pointed to the man with the scar: "This is Mr. Gao from Shengyuan Real Estate"

"And I am Zhao Zhichao from Zhicheng Real Estate."

'"I introduce it this way, you should know why we are looking for you, right?"

Jiang Zhihao nodded: "I know that only [-] milliliters of blood was drawn, so I won't go into a coma. You guys drugged me, right?" '

Hearing this, Amu laughed loudly: "I didn't expect you to be quite smart. I heard Mr. Zhao say that you are the suzerain of the Lingyun Sect. I don't think so!"Isn't it in my hands now? '

"Let me understand, when did you drug me? Why didn't I notice it at all?"

Amu smiled even more proudly, and then took out a headgear from his bosom.

This headgear has a nose, eyes, and gray hair, so it's so fake that it's real.

Jiang Zhihao suddenly remembered that after he came out of the hospital, he saw an old lady who was faltering across the road, so he stepped forward to help him, and then the old lady thanked him and patted him on the shoulder. It turned out that the old lady was pretended by Amu.

"I also have a question for you, I hope you can tell me." Amu looked at Jiang Zhihao and said.

"You said."

"The drug I used for you is the most poisonous. Even an elephant will fall to the ground after three seconds if it touches it. Why are you the only one who persisted for more than three minutes?"

(End of this chapter)