Boss, Your Wife's Asking for A Divorce, Again!

The doctor looked at him in his forties and fifties. When he heard Zhao Qiqing's words, his face showed a trace of gossip.

"When you were in hospital, your boyfriend had such a big battle. I don't think it's difficult to know."

"Ah... So." Zhao Qiqing suddenly burned his face and make complaints about Fu Xishen secretly.

The doctor looked at Zhao Qiqing's slightly cramped appearance in her chair and smiled gently.

"You don't have to feel sorry. Who doesn't have their own habits? I just want to say that your boyfriend is good. In my opinion, it's worth trusting, ha ha."

Zhao Qiqing didn't retort and nodded, "he is really good to me."

"Well, does Miss Zhao have any other questions?"

"No, thank you, doctor."

After taking the medicine from the medicine taking place, Zhao Qiqing was looking down at the medication instructions on the box. She didn't notice the person in front and hit it straight.

"Ah!"

With a cry of pain, Zhao Qiqing was also hit by the force.

Subconsciously, she looked at the man who had been hit and saw her grinning against the marble pillar in the hall.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

The man who was hit was a young woman with a cast on her leg and a crutch lying on her hand.

Zhao Qiqing was so scared that she sweated out. She tried to bump people out. What can I do?

"Can you help me up?"

The man didn't take the opportunity to blackmail Zhao Qiqing and asked Zhao Qiqing to help her up, just to send her back to the inpatient building.

On the way, Zhao Qiqing looked at the embarrassed look on the woman and felt that she was responsible for the matter.

So she held the woman and said; "My name is Zhao Qiqing. I'll take you back later. I'll call a doctor to check you first. If I'm sure it's all right, I'll leave."

The woman was stunned and curled up her withered fingers on the crutch. She didn't expect Zhao Qiqing to do so.

"Well, thank you first, but I don't think it's a big deal..."

"It doesn't matter. I'd better check it first. After all, it's a hundred days."

The woman smiled with a faint tear in her eyes.

Zhao Qiqing settled the woman and went to her attending doctor according to the woman's instructions.

"Probably here." The little nurse showed Zhao Qiqing the way enthusiastically.

Stopping at the door number of 906, Zhao Qiqing checked the information in her hand. Just after confirming that it was correct, she was about to knock on the door. There was a voice of conversation inside.

In a polite manner, Zhao Qiqing stepped back and thought of waiting for others to come out and then go in.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, the people inside seemed to have a quarrel, and the voice became louder and louder.

"I said no matter how much money, I can afford it! As long as you find me the right blood!" The woman's voice was eager and impatient.

"Miss an, I have told you many times that RH negative blood is a very rare blood type, and donors are also rare. There is no such blood type in all hospitals in a city. Where do you want me to find..."

The woman was even more upset after hearing the doctor's words, "I don't believe what money can't do! I think you just don't want to cure my mother?"

"Miss Ann!" The doctor's voice suddenly increased.

There was also a sound of objects falling to the ground in the office. It should be that something fell to the ground.

Zhao Qiqing picked her eyebrows outside the door. She didn't mean to leave first for a long time.

As early as she heard the words "miss an", she began to pay attention. Now it sounds like peace is right.

Before Zhao Qiqing thought deeply, the people inside began to talk again.

"Let's not say I'm a doctor, even if I'm an ordinary person, I won't watch people in need lose hope! I hope you don't insult me with this dirty thought!"

The sound in the office disappeared for a while, and when it came again, the flame of peace was much smaller.

"I'm too excited. I'm sorry, Dr. Li. You understand me. It's my mother lying in the hospital bed. I don't want anything to happen to her."

The doctor's tone eased slightly.

"I know what you mean, miss an, but I have said it many times. Your mother's blood type is too special. There is no such blood in the national blood bank!"

"I still suggest you go to the lady who donated blood before. She has the same blood type as her mother and has little rejection reaction."

Tranquility pondered for a moment and did not continue this fruitless topic, "OK, please, Dr. Li."

Then footsteps rang out in the office, and Zhao Qiqing immediately dodged behind the bonsai in front of the elevator.

Soon Anning came out of the office and turned into a ward.

Zhao Qiqing looked at the direction of Anning's departure and thought deeply.

On the night of the car accident, all her attention was on Mrs. an and Du xiatong, so that she ignored the point about blood type.

Now when I think about it, I feel more and more strange.

Not to mention that RH negative blood is scarce, but the reaction of Anning that night is enough to make people think deeply.

And Zhao Qiqing suddenly realized a more important thing - Zhao's father and mother are not Rh negative blood!

So what about her blood type?

Both parents are normal blood types. How can they give birth to a person with a rare blood type?

Zhao Qiqing grabbed the hand of the potted leaves and a terrible idea appeared in her mind.

"Miss, can I help you?" The sudden sound behind her startled Zhao Qiqing and pulled her back from her complicated thoughts.

Zhao Qiqing hurriedly took a step back, left the position of the potted plant and made room for Aunt cleaning.

Then he turned and entered the office where Anning had just left. First, he explained the woman's.

After the nurse went to confirm that there was no accident, she pretended to ask, "Dr. Li, I suddenly remembered a question and wanted to ask you."

"Please."

The doctor is also a doctor with strong psychological quality. He was so angry at Anning just now. He looked normal in the face of new visitors.

Zhao Qiqing shook her hand lightly on her knee and said with a smile, "in fact, it's nothing. I just want to ask you, if you're a stranger, how likely are the indicators of blood type basically the same?"

"What do you mean?" Dr. Li stopped working on the computer.

"Oh, simply put, can blood types be highly similar if there is no blood relationship?"

"From a medical point of view, it's basically impossible, because the similarity of blood types of relatives is due to the role of gene sequences, while strangers don't mean it's impossible, they can only say it's very unlikely."

Dr. Li pushed his glasses and answered the question carefully. He didn't see Zhao Qiqing's suddenly changed face.

"Thank you, Dr. Li. I've been taught." Zhao Qiqing seemed to have determined something, shook her body, stood up and left.