I Became an Anonymous Boss

After a brief explanation, Yu Gongying suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Even if I can transfuse him, I don't know his blood type..."

Blood transfusion should also pay attention to the basic fa, different blood types cannot be transfused, and special blood type models need to be determined.

Many works of art like to mess around with blood transfusion sensational tricks, but this seriously violates medical common sense. For example, direct blood transfusions between immediate family members are not allowed, because it will cause a disease, and the mortality rate of this disease is as high as [-]%. .

Yu Gongying gritted her teeth, blood transfusion also depends on the situation, different blood types will cause trouble.

She also doesn't know what blood type Shirataki is, and many people don't know what blood type they are.

At this moment, Duan Mujin said calmly: "He has AB blood type..."

Ying Yugong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words. This is good news, because the ab blood type is a universal blood type and can accept other a, b, ab, and o blood types, but the amount should not be too large, otherwise there will be problems. Cross-type blood transfusions are only used in emergencies.

But the next sentence made Yugong Ying's expression change.

Duan Mujin continued: "Rh negative."

Ab blood type rh negative?Isn't that super rare panda blood?The probability of less than [-]/[-] among the Han people!

Ordinary hospitals with rare blood types may not have them, and this is Yingzhou, so there are even fewer rare blood types.

Yu Gongying smiled wryly: "I am type B Rh positive, what should I do?"

At this time, Duan Mujin and Hanyu Rei said at the same time: "It's okay."

Duan Mujin said: "I am type ab rh-negative blood."

Hanyu Rei also said: "I am also type AB rh-negative blood."

After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

No one thought that their blood types were exactly the same, and the blood of the three pandas came together.

The biggest problem was solved, Fudo Yuhun was suspended and pierced into Shirataki's arm, the two girls held the handle of the knife, blood flowed from the blade, bursts of purple light lit up, the slight pain made them slightly Frowning.

"Senior sister knows the blood type of senior..." Rei Hanyu said in a low voice, "I don't even know."

"I only found out by chance."

"...can you tell me?"

"I'm not in good health, I'm very unlucky, I might have an accident at any time, and I have a rare blood type. Just in case, I joined a mutual aid association with a rare blood type before I became an adult." Duan Mujin talked about the past: " I go to donate blood every six months, also when I was in the freshman year of high school, I saw him once in a while and went to donate blood... the same window, the same nurse, she told me that the previous person was just like me, one in a million panda blood type."

"The senior also joined the mutual aid society?"

"No." Duan Mujin shook his head: "I was not familiar with him at that time."

But she completely remembered this person, and it also started from that blood donation. Ab negative blood type is in short supply, and it takes a long time to find someone to donate blood temporarily, so most of them will join mutual aid associations, not only to leave a way out for themselves but also to help others .

But Shirataki didn't join the Mutual Aid Association, but he never stopped donating blood every six months, [-]ml each time, for so many years. He also knew that his blood type was rare, so he often donated blood, but he didn't think about it for himself. I don't want to worry about such things, maybe I am confident that nothing serious will happen to me, I have a blood donation certificate, and I can get blood with the certificate when needed.

Duan Muqin said in a low voice: "But I still think he is quite remarkable, he can do something for others without any other expectations..."

Rei Hanyu hummed lightly.

Budu Yuhun shook: "It's ok, don't need to make up too much, his life is quite tenacious."

They let go of their hands, and the transfused blood was several hundred milliliters, which would not make them anemic.

Shirataki lay on the ground, breathing much more steadily.

"Thanks for your hard work." Yu Gongying nodded: "You guys should also rest for a while."

Rei Hanyu shook his head, looked at Shirataki worriedly: "I'm not tired."

Holding her chin, Duan Mujin said calmly and haggardly, "I'm not tired either."

Amamiya Ying looked at the two women next to Shirataki, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, she always felt that this scene was the same as the evocation scene.

She sighed: "Want something to eat? I'll go to a nearby convenience store and buy something."

The wise man decided to find an excuse to leave and buy a car to come back. After all, she didn't want to leave behind Shirataki's back.

Chapter 2.0 Every Ghost Must Be Killed [-]

When Shirataki woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.

He was lying on the hospital bed, and the air was filled with the smell of hydrogen peroxide.

Before opening his eyes, he felt a little touch from his left and right hands.

The left hand was tightly held by Rei Hanyu who was taking a nap, she leaned against the bed and fell asleep breathing evenly.

The touch of the right hand was a little light, and Duan Mujin fell asleep leaning on the wheelchair, leaning on it, the half-length hair in the shawl reflecting the halo.

He noticed that he was holding a marker pen in his right hand, which seemed to be held by Duan Mujin before.

He raised his right hand, only to see a line of writing left by a marker on the palm of his right hand.

At that moment Shirataki's heart was beating slightly... He had read a manga called "ReLIFE" or "Return to Seventeen". The protagonist wrote words on the palm of his hand.

Could it be that……

He looked down, and a line of text came into view.

— Give me back my wheelchair!

Snapped!Shirataki squeezed the marker to create a crack, and his boyish heart was broken.

Fortunately, he was still a bit self-indulgent, this rich woman really couldn't leave any good words, if she accidentally died, she would probably perform a wheelchair drift in front of her grave, and even draw a grimace on her tombstone.

He lay down again, looked at the ceiling of the hospital, and thought that he fell asleep in the hospital after a night of sleep. There were needles on the back of his hand. He must have been injected with glucose and nutrients. The newborn body is very weak and needs to be replenished. Nutrition.

He is still a little weak now, but he is much better than before. He can feel the breath of life that is constantly recovering, and he is much stronger than before. In the past, he was able to defeat the wild boar at the age of ten, and now he can kill the wild boar king with one punch.

... Is this the innate realm?Cow beer bro.

Shirataki didn't know that he had broken through the Profound Gate of Life and Death and obtained immortality, he only thought that he had broken through the ordinary Profound Gate of Innateness, and he was overjoyed.

It seems that the innate entrance that blocked ninety percent of warriors should be so difficult in his opinion... After hearing such people's words, Mr. Murong would definitely cry for him.

He really wanted to get out of bed and take a walk, but he was blocked from left to right, and if he moved, it would probably wake them up.

But lying down like this is really boring.

It occurred to him that he wasn't completely idle.

He found his belongings, and his mobile phone was still in the tattered coat.

This mobile phone followed him into the underworld, followed him to slaughter gods, followed him through time and space, followed him to do his best, and now it is still by his side... It still has power?Rice mobile phones will always drop gods!

Well, rice phones don’t save power at all. Traveling to different worlds can’t guarantee that the power is intact. In fact, it’s charged by a rich woman. She’s always good at details. It’s normal, even necessary, to bring a few chargers and power banks with you. Sometimes, it can be used as a throwing explosive by taking it out and knocking on the wall. The lethality is not high, but the deterrence is extremely strong.

Turning on the phone, Shirataki found the video he had taken.

There is no way to shoot the battle with the goddess of the underworld, so the reserved video is the battle process with the black armored knight after the white mist rises in the world. , It was a wonderful fight with each other.

In Shirataki's view, it is also a rare "dry goods"...

The last time was to conceal his identity and also to report to Cui Minghuan, so the recorded video was uploaded.

Now what he is thinking about is whether to upload it, it is not for others, but to create hot spots.

Or do we need to remind the people of Yingzhou that the place where they live is not safe?

Could this lead to social panic?

No, not necessarily, the social class and solidification of Yingzhou people, the people's creed here is 'don't trouble others'.

He was thinking about whether to upload it, when a lazy voice came.

"If you want to upload videos, it's best not to use the network here, and don't use your own mobile phone, and you need to do some post-processing." Duan Mujin rested his cheeks, and there was a mark on his face.

"When did you wake up?"

"just……"

"Ah."

"When you crushed the marker."

"Fuck." Bai Taki stared: "Wake up, you just squeaked."

"Isn't this waiting for you to wake me up?" Duan Mujin just woke up and lazily said: "I'll give you a chance, you're useless."

"What chance?" Shirataki was puzzled.

"..." Duan Mujin didn't speak, her eyes squinted.

Shirataki thought for a while, glanced at the marker, and suddenly said, "Oh! You want me to draw a turtle on your face?"

"... Tsk!" Duan Mujin let out a terrified stunned tongue, with a hint of disgust of 'you're just like this' in his tone.

"Then what do you want? Draw your eyebrows and chest?" Bai Taki shook his head: "Impossible, you are a sure thing for a lifetime."

Duan Mujin was already immune to flat-chested taunts, she said flatly: "Backlash... You really have this idea, you can try the girl on your left and draw her a cuter image, she probably won't care."

Shirataki thought for a while: "It's not very good."

Duan Mujin rested her cheeks: "Are you so polite?"

"That's not a matter of politeness." Bai Taki said in his heart that she was already awake, so it would be boring to do so, just like the sleeping X theme in Yingzhou's book. Make pure love.

"Did you think about something unclean just now?" Duan Mujin asked alertly.

"No, absolutely not..."

"What year is tonight?"

"Year of the Ox...??" Bai Taki stared: "Fuck, do you have mind reading skills?"

"An LSP with lust but no guts is like being cut off." Duan Mujin sneered, "How can I not understand your thoughts?"

"I'm not happy when you say that." Bai Taki said seriously.

"Then show it off, show it off." Duan Mujin pointed at Rei Hanyu who was still pretending to be asleep.

"How to show it?"

"Simple." Duan Mujin said firmly, "Sleeping Beauty's awakening law."

Rei Hanyu held his breath.

"You mean to slap her and make her dream come back to reality?" Bai Taki breathed out into his palm.

"Which country are you Sleeping Beauty from! I'm talking about kisses." Duan Mujin squinted her eyes: "You are an lsp, then you can act."