Occasionally a nurse passed by, Qiao Shiyu turned around in shock, but it turned out that there was nothing.
About half an hour passed, and suddenly the door of the operating room creaked and was pushed open.
Qiao Shiyu’s originally tense heart even reached her throat, staring at the doctors walking out of the operating room without moving.
At the beginning, I was stunned for a while, and after a few seconds, I realized it and rushed over in a few steps.
Grasp the doctor’s shoulders with both hands and asked in panic: “My son, he, how is he doing?”
“Let go, let me go first, this family member.”
The doctor was so uncomfortable that he had to let Qiao Shiyu let go of himself.
Qiao Shiyu then regained her rationality, slowly letting go of the doctor and staring at the doctor with anticipation.
The doctor paused for a moment, stared at Qiao Shiyu and asked tentatively, “You are the mother of little Qiao Dudu.”
“Yes, what happened to him?” Qiao Shiyu’s lips were trembling.
“Well, there is a problem, the child is seriously injured.”
Qiao Shiyu heard this and staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Gu Moli was right next to him and hugged Qiao Shiyu in time, which prevented the tragedy.
Gu Moli hugged Qiao Shiyu’s gloomy face, staring at the doctor with a pair of black eyes, a low voice, and a warning tone: “Why is it more serious?”
“This, this is because there is no inventory of hr yin blood in the blood bank, so”
“You mean rare blood type” Gu Moli’s eyes were low and asked meaningfully.
The doctor just nodded mechanically, and Qiao Shiyu became even more nervous. A series of questions arose: “What should you do? Why is there no inventory for my son?”
Qiao Shiyu’s heart was beating constantly. She couldn’t lose her son, she must not lose her son.