In the operating room, every doctor stood ready with scalpels, the surgery proceeding tensely.
Suddenly, the electrocardiogram beside the operating table plummeted, emitting a piercing beep, beep, beep alarm! Wei Yumeng's heart rate teetered on the edge of danger!
"The patient is losing too much blood, urgent transfusion needed, quickly!"
The doctor urgently notified the assisting medical staff. Several nurses rushed to retrieve blood bags from the blood bank based on Wei Yumeng's blood type, only to discover something amiss…
With no time for further deliberation, the nurses connected the blood bags, and fresh blood flowed through the IV tubes into Wei Yumeng's body. However, in a short while, the blood bags were nearly empty.
Fortunately, the electrocardiogram stabilized, though it occasionally dipped. Wei Yumeng had lost too much blood and required significantly more transfusion.
"This is not enough, get more bags!" the doctor snapped at the nurse beside him. In urgent transfusion situations, several blood bags were usually prepared for emergencies, but now, timely transfusion was lacking!
"Doctor, we've already notified other hospitals to transfer more blood from their blood banks." The nurse gritted her teeth and pulled out Wei Yumeng's blood type report. "It's just that Madam Zhan's blood type is extremely rare!"
The surgery concluded, and the doctor stared at the blood type report for a long time, his expression grave.
Time seemed to stretch into a century as the red light above the operating room finally extinguished.
The crimson hue imprinted in his eyes vanished. Zhan Mohan leaped to his feet from the bench. The operating room door slowly opened, but Wei Yumeng was not wheeled out.
Only two doctors appeared in Zhan Mohan's sight. Their white coats bore specks of blood, a testament to the arduous surgery, a sight that sent shivers down his spine.
"Where is she?"
Zhan Mohan's sharp, dark eyes pierced through the doctors, gazing into the operating room. However, he could see nothing of the interior. His voice was laced with a chilling coldness.
"Mr. Zhan, your wife has a rare P-type blood. Although she is out of critical danger, she requires substantial transfusions. The hospital's blood bank is out of P-type blood."
The doctor quickly explained to Zhan Mohan, who cherished his wife dearly, as they had all witnessed. They feared saying anything wrong and offending the Zhan family.
"Use the Zhan family name to requisition all P-type blood from blood banks nationwide, quickly!" Zhan Mohan commanded Fang Xun beside him. His ever-tightened brow furrowed further, his voice hoarse.
"Yes!" Upon receiving Zhan Mohan's order, Fang Xun swiftly relayed the urgent message to Zhan family forces across the country.
"Mr. Zhan, we have contacted nearby hospitals. P-type blood is exceedingly rare, and we have only managed to procure a small amount. This matter requires immediate attention…"
The doctor dared not conceal Wei Yumeng's true condition. She had lost excessive blood, her wound was significant, and her internal organs were injured. The small amount of P-type blood was insufficient, and with potential future surgeries, a stable source of P-type blood was crucial for Wei Yumeng to overcome this ordeal.
"I understand. Can she be moved to a ward now?" Zhan Mohan irritably pinched his brow. He glanced at the operating room where Wei Yumeng was, but he couldn't see her or know her current state…
"Madam Zhan is currently being sustained by the last of the P-type blood. As soon as a blood source is found, transfusion must be administered immediately. The operating room's equipment is more comprehensive and precise, making her current condition unsuitable for movement."
The doctor discerned Zhan Mohan's desire to see Wei Yumeng. However, Wei Yumeng was in a precarious state, and any slight mishap could lead to irreparable consequences. He thus responded tactfully.
"You mean I can't even go in to see her?" Zhan Mohan's handsome face darkened. He raised his black eyes, fixing a sharp gaze on the doctor, his fists clenching tighter at his sides.
A chilling current permeated the air. Zhan Mohan exuded a low-pressure aura, and the temperature instantly plummeted outside the operating room.
That stab wound was so deep, forcing Yumeng to lie on the operating table!
Zhan Mohan's gaze turned colder. His resolute features were like a sculpted masterpiece as he tightly pressed his thin lips together.
Letting that woman die too easily was a mistake. She should have been torn to shreds!
The doctor, uncertain of Zhan Mohan's current disposition, was startled by his almost demonic expression, fearing he had displeased him.
"Mr. Zhan! Please undergo a check-up with the nurses and put on a sterile gown, then you can enter the operating room to visit Madam Zhan!" The doctor tremblingly pulled a tissue from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Who dared to refuse the fearsome Zhan Mohan, a member of the Zhan family?
"Understood." Hearing that he could visit, the temperature around Zhan Mohan rose. He quickly followed the nurse leading the way and soon disappeared from the operating room entrance.
The doctors breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the operating room, constantly monitoring Wei Yumeng's condition.
After the lengthy examination, Zhan Mohan donned a sterile gown and strode towards the operating room.
The nurses drew the curtains, and the medical personnel present tacitly retreated outside, leaving only Zhan Mohan and Wei Yumeng inside.
Wei Yumeng, having just undergone surgery, remained in a deep coma. Her lips were devoid of color, her breathing faint, barely audible even up close.
The electrocardiogram emitted a steady, monotonous beep. Wei Yumeng wore an oxygen mask, her eyes tightly shut, just as she had been when Zhan Mohan brought her in.
Although changed into a clean patient gown, her delicate hands still bore dried bloodstains, too rushed during surgery to be wiped clean. An IV needle was inserted into the back of her fair hand, red blood slowly flowing into her body, bringing her a trickle of life.
This was the scene that greeted Zhan Mohan's eyes. The woman he loved was covered in tubes, lying there weakly, her eyes still closed.
"At the time, I shouldn't have listened to you." Zhan Mohan's eyes were as dark as ink. He gently cupped Wei Yumeng's hand, gazing intently at her features. "It was I who failed to protect you."
What was a mere Bai Qing? Such a woman deserved no better than death. If she ran, she ran. She wouldn't escape the ends of the earth!
But Wei Yumeng's heart was with her child. As a mother, she would never stand by and watch Shi Qing be taken away by Bai Qing again.
"Bai Qing has been shot by me. Her body has been thrown to the dogs. Do you hear me?" Zhan Mohan picked up the clean, warm towel prepared by a nurse and meticulously wiped Wei Yumeng's bloodstained hands.