On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Song Tang leaned forward and urgently checked on Mr. Chen.

At this time, another patient came in from behind, and Song Tang could no longer take care of it.

Mr. Chen was probably in the car when he was injured. He had a crush injury on his leg, but it was not serious. What was more serious was a skull injury that required a craniotomy.

The emergency room was already crowded. Doctors and nurses were running wildly. A nurse shouted: "The blood bank is in emergency! Is there anyone organizing blood donations? Type A blood is given priority!"

With so many trauma patients coming in at the same time, it is common for the blood bank to be in a hurry, and type A blood is the most critical.

Song Tang asked the nurse to quickly push Mr. Chen into the CT room, and then called Chen Linsheng with his bloody hands while breathing slightly.

Mr. Chen has type A blood. According to the priority of first aid, Mr. Chen should be in the back row.

Mobilizing the blood source is the most important thing now!

Song Tang's phone call hadn't been answered yet, and he was stunned when he saw the newly arrived hospital bed.

Chen Linsheng was anxious, but a calm voice came from the microphone: "Tangtang?"

Song Tang swallowed dryly and said solemnly: "The blood bank is in emergency. You first find a way to go to a small hospital to transfer blood."

Before Chen Linsheng could reply, Song Tang hung up the phone and rushed to the bedside that had just been pushed in.

"Aunt Song..." Two people, one large and one small, were crowded on a hospital bed. The younger one was still conscious and stretched out his hand to hook Song Tang's hand with his soft fingers.

"Aunt Song, Dad lost a lot of blood..."

Song Tang's vision was blurry and tears had covered his eyes.

She looked at the man who was hugging her daughter tightly.

The man's face was swollen and deformed, and a piece of his chest was slumped. His eyes were half-open, but there was no light, as if he was forced to keep them open by willpower.

But even so, blood still poured out from the corners of his mouth.

Song Tang's hands were trembling, and there was a buzzing in his ears.

The doctors and nurses spoke to her, and their voices seemed to come from far away: "There was a series of car accidents, and the car lost control and changed direction. In order to save his daughter, this man was pushed onto a stone pier by a car. His chest collapsed and his ribs If the internal organs are punctured, it is probably impossible..."

"Doctor Song..." Song Tang suddenly came back to his senses when he heard the feeble voice.

She leaned over quickly and said in a trembling voice, "Say."

The man said feebly: "Look for Mr. Si... Nannan..."

Song Tang said: "Okay, I understand! I will arrange first aid for you now, but Zhou Sizhen will definitely not come so soon. You have to hold on, otherwise my daughter will be scared."

The willpower of a dying person is very important. How many people hang on in one breath just by their obsession.

Without waiting for Lao Kong to respond, Song Tang shouted: "There is a dying patient here, give priority to first aid!"

Lao Kong was pushed away, and Song Tang took her daughter off the hospital bed.

Nannan cried, kicked and hit her, and stretched out her hands towards the hospital bed: "I want daddy, I want daddy!"

Song Tang pressed her daughter tightly and said hoarsely: "Hold it, auntie, call Uncle Zhou!"

When Nannan heard Zhou Si's name, she seemed to remember something and frantically rummaged through her small backpack.

Finally, she held a laser card tightly in her hand and sat quietly waiting for Zhou Sihe to arrive.

Song Tang recognized that it was the wish card Zhou Silai gave to her daughter on her birthday.

Thinking of what Nannan was going to do, Song Tang's eyes suddenly turned red, sourness stuck in his throat, and the pain was unbearable.

Twenty minutes had passed when Zhou Si'ai rushed into the hospital.

At a glance, he saw his daughter covered in blood, sitting on the bench with her head hanging down.

Song Tang is not here, she is a doctor, and the hospital is short of manpower, so she cannot stay with her daughter.

Zhou Sihui walked over, half-crouched in front of Nannan, and said softly: "Nanny?"

Nannan raised her head, her eyes flashed, and she quickly raised the wish card in front of Zhou Siyi: "Uncle, I want to make a wish!"

Zhou Si's face suddenly turned pale.

Before coming, Song Tang had already prepared him mentally.

Lao Kong's chest has collapsed, his ribs are all broken, and they are pierced into his organs. Now he has suffered severe organ damage, causing internal bleeding.

In this case, there is little hope of saving such a serious injury. Nannan's trembling childish voice rang in her ears: "Uncle, I make a wish that daddy will be safe."

Zhou Si'ai was stiff, not daring to raise his eyes to look into Nannan's eyes for a long time.

He suddenly realized his arrogance. How dare he give his daughter a wish card?

There are many things that money and power can do in this world, but they cannot judge life or death.

He had already rejected Nannan's wish once, could he reject her a second time?

"uncle?"

Without waiting for Zhou Si's response, Nannan's voice became even softer.

The wish card was almost crushed by her.

She was too small to do anything but put all her hopes on this piece of paper.

"Uncle, I only have dad..." Nannan added in a low voice.

Just this sentence, like hydrochloric acid, instantly corroded Zhou Sihui's tense heartstrings.

As if he had made a decision, he reached out to take his daughter's wish card and said hoarsely: "Okay, I promise you."

Nannan finally showed an innocent smile: "Dad said that uncle would never lie. I believe you!"

Zhou Si's heart was very heavy.

He asked Han Zong to look at his daughter first.

Then he strode to the emergency room. Song Tang was wearing gloves, his hands and protective clothing were covered in blood, and his hair under the blue hat was messed up.

Zhou Siyi made no move to disturb her, but stood beside her and said, "Can Lao Kong still be saved?"

Song Tang didn't even raise his head as he administered epinephrine to a critically ill patient. However, after three doses of epinephrine were administered, the life monitor still sounded a beeping alarm, and the beating lines on the screen gradually turned into a smooth straight line.

Another person failed to be rescued.

Some interns were already letting out suppressed cries.

This series of car accidents has killed three people and injured five others in critical condition.

Song Tang had no time to feel sad and turned around to attend the next operation.

It is a pity for the dead, but the living are more important!

Zhou Silai grabbed Song Tang and said, "Song Tang, let me ask you a question! Can Lao Kong be saved?"

Song Tang raised his eyes, and Zhou Silu was stunned for a moment, then saw that Song Tang's eyelids were swollen and his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes.

She said quietly: "A balloon is full of holes. How long can this balloon last?"

Zhou Siyi subconsciously tightened his hand and grabbed Song Tang's wrist, which turned red.

But Song Tang couldn't feel the pain now, she was already numb.

She said numbly: "Not only was Lao Kong seriously injured in this car accident, but Mr. Chen also suffered from intracranial hemorrhage and brain contusion. The situation is not optimistic. But I can't save anyone. I don't have the ability to turn decay into magic."

At this time, the two hospital beds rang at the same time, frantically, like a reminder.

Song Tang was very familiar with this voice. This was an emergency, the final stage of resuscitation for a dying patient!

"Blood bag! Get the blood bag quickly!"

"Bed No. 3 also needs a blood bag! Blood type A!"

Song Tang's head was about to explode. She stood there, her legs numb and stiff. She looked anxiously to the left and then to the right, but she didn't know where to go to help first.

On the left is Lao Chen, on the right is Lao Kong!

Why should she make this choice?

But Zhou Sitai had already rushed to Lao Kong's bedside. The nurse brought the last bag of blood and shouted: "There is also the last bag of type A blood. Who should I give it to first?"

Zhou Sihui said: "Here! You can pay as much as you want!"

At this time, Mr. Chen shouted: "This way! The systolic blood pressure has dropped to 80mmHg!"

Song Tang became anxious and shouted: "Give me bed No. 3 first!"

Zhou Silai's sharp eyes collided with Song Tang's tangled eyes!