Refusing to marry the rich family

"Girl, call 120 immediately!"

"OK, I'll fight now!" Huo Qingge hurriedly took out his mobile phone. As soon as he pressed a number, the mobile phone was taken away.

"Can't fight." Chen Ling took his cell phone and said seriously.

"Master! He will die if you don't call an ambulance!" Huo Qingge stood up excitedly and reached for his mobile phone, but Chen Ling blocked it with one hand.

"Qing'er, calm down!" Chen Lingli shouted.

"How can I calm down?! it's all blood, master!" Huo Qingge reddened his eyes and his voice trembled faintly. "Master, I beg you, let me save him!"

Chen Ling looked at the tearful little apprentice and his eyes twinkled.

This is the first time Huo Qingge begged him from childhood.

"Master!"

Chen Ling frowned and loosened his hand. Huo Qingge got his mobile phone and immediately dialed 120.

"No! Jing boy's breathing is getting weaker and weaker!" Old Zhang suddenly shouted.

"How could this happen?! old Zhang, stop bleeding! Stop bleeding!" Huo Qingge knelt on the ground and put his hand over Jing Xia's abdominal wound to prevent the blood from flowing out again. Unfortunately, it was in vain.

"Jing boy's blood coagulation function is not generally poor. Even the silver needle can't save him. If the ambulance doesn't come within half an hour, you can directly arrange to send it to the crematorium."

"The nearest hospital is 30 kilometers away from here. There is no doubt that he will die today." Chen Ling looks at Jing Xia coldly and doesn't care about the fact that he is about to become a murderer.

Huo Qingge looked at Jing Xia's increasingly pale face. Her heart was very dull and painful. She looked at Zhang prayingly, "is there any way to save him?"

"Yes, but it's troublesome."

When Huo Qingge heard the speech, he grabbed old Zhang's arm, "no matter how much trouble it is, you must save him!"

"Oh, OK. I'll try." Old Zhang stepped back and took out the needle tube and empty infusion bag from the medicine box.

"Girl, do you have Rh negative blood in your house?"

"Rh negative blood? Legendary panda blood?" Huo Qingge was surprised. She had only heard of this blood type and had never seen such people.

"Yes, the trouble is that Jing boy has a special blood type. Only the hospital can provide Rh negative blood."

"It's over..." Huo Qingge fell to the ground and said, "where can I find panda blood for him?"

"Tilt."

"Master." Huo Qingge looked up at him.

"Are you so dedicated to saving him?" Chen Ling frowned at the little apprentice on the tip of his heart.

Huo Qingge nodded solemnly.

"Give me a reason to be a teacher."

"Master, I don't want him to die, that's all. If he dies..." Huo Qingge looked down at his bulging belly and his eyes became firm. "No, he won't die! I believe him! If he dares to die before me, I will dig the ancestral tombs of his family!"

Then she climbed into the pool of blood and grabbed Jing Xia's collar. "Do you hear me? If you continue to pretend to sleep, I'll pick up your father's ashes! Jing Xia, come back to me! Now!"

She shook Jingxia crazily, and the silver needle trembled. Old Zhang was shocked to see it.

"Oh, girl, light it. If the silver needle goes to other acupoints, it's not just hemostasis."

Chen Ling shook his head helplessly and said to Lao Zhang, "start preparing to draw blood."

"Ah?" Zhang was stunned. "Are you panda blood?"

Chen Ling shook his head.

"Then what blood do I draw?" Zhang Lao looked at him with an idiot's face.

"I'm not, but I am."

Huo Qingge looked at Chen Ling in disbelief. "Me? Panda blood?"

Are you kidding?!

"Yes. You are Rh negative blood, and so is your father." Chen Ling explained, "when you were ill when you were young, your father provided the blood."

"What are you waiting for?! draw blood quickly!" With that, Huo Qingge rolled up his sleeve and exposed his smooth forearm to old Zhang.

Old Zhang's brain is still in a state of ignorance, but under Huo Qingge's repeated reminders, he quickly prepared the blood drawing tools and took away Huo Qingge's three bags of blood.

When the last bag of blood was drained, Huo Qingge began to feel weakness in his limbs, dizziness in front of his eyes, and even tinnitus.

"Qing'er, are you okay?" Chen Ling noticed something wrong with her and said with concern.

"Master, I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy. Just have a rest." Huo Qingge said, and his eyes fell on the elder. The other party had begun to prepare blood transfusion tools, and the blood gradually stopped with the help of the silver needle.

"Old Zhang, is there any hope?" She couldn't wait to say.

"Don't worry. Since there is blood, it's not difficult to save him. Go out and have a rest first. I can come here."

"No, I'll watch it here." Huo Qingge refused.

She was afraid. If she left like this, when she came back, she could only see a body on the ground.

"Qing'er, listen to the old man and go back to have a rest. Don't forget there's a child in your stomach."

"Master, I don't want to leave. I want to stay here."

Chen Ling just thought Huo Qingge was stubborn. He reached out and hit her on the back neck. After Huo Qingge fainted, he caught her body.

Old Zhang silently gave a thumbs up, "good guy, do it crisp, steady, accurate and cruel!"

"Please take care of the old man here. I'll take Qing'er to the next room."

"Don't worry, I won't let Jing go to the West." Old Zhang patted his chest and said.

"I'm not worried about whether he will return to the West. I'm just worried about her..." Chen Ling looked at Huo Qingge with a pale face and was vaguely worried.

Because Huo Qingge's physical condition is really special, Lao Zhang opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but when he thought that Huo Qingge had threatened him fiercely, if he told anyone that she would not live for two years, he would pull out all his hair, and even bury him with the ugliest woman in the world after his death

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang gave a pep talk and decided not to interrupt and do things silently.

Chen Ling didn't think much, so he went out with Huo Qingge in his arms.

……

At that time, the road ten kilometers away from the old house.

The breeze blew across my face, and a sad cry for mercy came along with the wind.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huo. I'm also forced and helpless. I don't want to be like this. Mr. Huo, please give me a cheap life!"

At this time, it was Cui Jin who knelt on the road and begged for mercy.

Standing opposite him is Mr. and Mrs. Huoyuan.

Bai Ge looked at Cui Jin, who knelt down and begged for mercy. Xiumei frowned into a Sichuan character, "it's really a grass on the wall. It falls wherever the wind blows."

"Yes, yes, what Mrs. Huo said is, I'm the grass on the wall, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!" Cui Jin fanned his face. He was not soft at all. When he slapped down, his face swelled.