Wei Zhen, who was standing beside Yinyin, interjected: "Is it enough for only five hundred milliliters of blood?"

Zhou Ziyi frowned and said bitterly: "Five hundred milliliters of blood is easier said than done! If you can find one that matches Ziqiu's blood type, you can only get 300 milliliters at a time. Now Mike has found 200 milliliters in country B. Three hundred milliliters."

Yin Yin heard his words, and his chest rose and fell quickly: "I still need three hundred milliliters of blood to save Ziqiu?"

Zhou Ziyi: "Yeah! But these 300ml of blood are hard to find. There are very few people with this blood type, and the age of people who can donate blood is stuck between 18 and 55 years old... ."

Yinyin took Wei Zhen's arm and said to Zhou Ziyi, "I'll go find it with Wei Zhen."

Zhou Ziyi said puzzled: "Yinyin, you go back to rest. You don't need to worry about this matter. It's dark outside. If there is any news of blood origin, we will receive the news as soon as possible."

He understands that Yinyin wants to help, but Yinyin has always been the object of protection. Now that she has no problems, she is the greatest help to everyone.

Yinyin nodded obediently, and without saying anything, dragged Wei Zhen away.

Qin Anan hugged Fu Shiting and watched Wei Zhen and Yinyin leave.

"Shi Ting, I know what you're crying about." Her voice was calm and low, "It's because of Yin Yin, right?"

Yinyin's next two craniotomy operations were all performed by her.

Although Wei Zhen did the inspection, Wei Zhen mentioned it to her. He said that Yin Yin's blood type is a bit special. If there is heavy bleeding during the operation, it will be life-threatening. So she was extra careful when she operated on Yinyin.

Fu Shiting looked at her in pain.

"Yinyin's blood type is the same as Ziqiu's, isn't it?" she whispered, "You said you couldn't protect anyone because you wanted Yinyin to donate blood to Ziqiu, but you didn't dare to do it, right? "

She said it all on his mind.

He forgot to ask her how she knew Yin Yin's blood type, because he was more concerned about how she would choose.

"Fu Shiting, don't cry," Qin Anan choked, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, "Even if I can't save Ziqiu, I can't let Yinyin donate blood to Ziqiu. Even if there is blood, I can't guarantee Ziqiu. 100% saved. And if Yin Yin donates blood, something will definitely go wrong. We can't trade one life for another."

......

After coming out of the hospital, Yinyin told Wei Zhen what she thought.

"Wei Zhen, draw my blood! Now you only need three hundred milliliters of blood to save Ziqiu." When Yin Yin said this, her brows rose, her eyes filled with joy, "I can save Ziqiu, I very happy."

Wei Zhen took her hand away from his arm.

His face was cold and his tone was stern: "Do you know what you're talking about? You can't donate blood anymore! Even if it's a normal person donating blood, it has to be six months apart!"

"But if I don't donate blood to Ziqiu, Ziqiu will die." Yin Yin said optimistically, "You pump my blood to Ziqiu, and I won't die."

"How do you know you won't die?" Wei Zhen asked back, "What if you die?"

Yinyin blinked, thought about the question carefully, and then said, "As long as I can save Ziqiu, it doesn't matter if I die."

She remembered how her brother cried just now, and her heart was like a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

My brother was so sad because of Ziqiu's illness. If Ziqiu died, my brother would definitely suffer more.

Wei Zhen was irritated by her answer, and his eyes were sore.

"Wei Zhen, if I was sick and my brother happened to be able to save me, he would definitely save me." Yinyin grabbed his arm again, "He has always protected me, and I can't do anything for him, I can finally help this time, even if I die, I'm not afraid."

"Go find your brother!" Wei Zhen refused, "I won't draw blood for you." JrNovels.com