Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

As soon as I entered the rescue room, I heard a long beep from the instrument.

Looking at the beating heart rate line on the instrument, it has turned from a wave into a straight line.

The complexions of the assistant doctors next to them changed, and they quickly took the defibrillator, ready to give an electric shock again.

Huo Yao glanced at the instrument, stopped the actions of the doctors, took out the silver needles, and quickly and quickly stuck them on the life and death acupuncture points in his heart.

Seeing this, several doctor's assistants couldn't help being stunned.

One of the doctors recovered, he looked at the dean, "Dean, this man..."

The dean's eyes have been moving with Huo Yao's movements. He has also contacted some Chinese medicine practitioners, paused, and said: "Let her rescue him."

Although he couldn't understand the little girl's actions, those who made Manager Huo Da insist to wait should not be foolish.

When the assistant doctor heard the words, he couldn't say anything.

To tell the truth, he really doesn't believe that these few fine needles alone can rescue a person from cardiac arrest. If all this works, what do they need these instruments for?

This idea just came into being, and the next second, the already straight heart rate on the computer next to him began to fluctuate slowly.

The assistant doctor's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Although it is very weak, it is indeed beating again without being rescued by their equipment.

This……

Huo Yao didn't remove a few silver needles, but checked Huo Jingfeng's wound, and after passing the pulse, he stood up straight.

Sure enough, the situation is not optimistic, but this shot is not as deadly as the one that the third brother received last year, and there is still a chance of salvation.

Huo Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and while taking off his jacket, he said fluently in English: "I'm here to take the bullet, please prepare to give the patient a blood transfusion."

The dean had recovered from the shock and smiled bitterly: "There is no blood."

Huo Yao paused with his gloved hand and raised his head to look at the dean, "No blood?"

"Yes." The dean nodded, his eyes fell on the side with the only blood bag that had bottomed out, and slowly said: "Feng Ye's blood type is A3 subtype blood belonging to an acquired genetic mutation, and there is only one blood in the world. "

Earlier, they had collected blood samples from all over the world, but none of them were like the master of the Huo family. Therefore, long ago, the dean asked him to store his blood regularly.

It's just that the Huo family later refused to store his blood without knowing why, so their blood bank only left the last bag left before.

Now this bag has just been used up.

Huo Yao also saw the empty blood bag next to him, frowning tightly.

Blood is the source of life that supplies the body. If the blood is not supplied in time, even if she uses acupuncture to keep her uncle alive, she will die because of ischemia.

Huo Yao's fingers curled up, and he didn't care about so much at this time. He took an unopened syringe next to him and drew a half tube of blood directly, "I am his niece, you can take my blood now. Test to see if it matches."

The dean took the syringe. Although he felt that the chance of matching was extremely small, he could only try it at this time, "Well, wait for a few minutes, I will make a matching result as soon as possible."

Huo Yao nodded, "Trouble."

The dean didn't delay any more, and walked out of the rescue room quickly.

Huo Yao's eyes condensed, and he looked at the uncle on the bed, now he only hopes that her blood can fuse.