Chapter 4812 Needs Blood Transfusion

The woman in white said: "This is a hospital. You were in a car accident. Do you still remember it? The doctor just arranged an MRI for you to see if there are any other symptoms such as internal bleeding. I will push you to get checked..."

"I'm fine."

Zhao Yuanjing sat up and realized that there was a transparent tube connected to the back of his hand.

He raised his head and glanced, knowing that this was the intravenous infusion that Yun Dai often talked about. He couldn't help but feel a little curious, so he looked at it for a while.

Seeing that he was in a daze, the nurse was worried that there was some injury in his brain, so she took him for examination.

Zhao Yuanjing didn't refuse either.

Now that he had the opportunity to come to the hospital, he really wanted to see the superb medical methods of soldiers in modern society.

Then he was shocked.

Those instruments, those means.

It was something he could never imagine in his wildest dreams.

Lying in the MRI machine, Zhao Yuanjing finally understood Yun Dai's reluctance and sighs.

She often said that some diseases are nothing in modern times and can be cured with just a small operation. In Dazhou, the medical conditions were so backward that it became an incurable disease.

Zhao Yuanjing believed what she said, but he was not as shocked as seeing it with his own eyes.

After the examination, Zhao Yuanjing was taken back to the ward.

He asked the nurse: "Where is the driver?"

The nurse replied: "He is fine, but because he was driving while fatigued, he hit and injured the old man in the car. He must be arrested."

Zhao Yuanjing asked: "That old man..."

"Still undergoing surgery, the specific situation is not clear yet." The nurse replied casually, "You are a good fortune teller. The front of the car was smashed, so you are fine. When the inspection report comes out, if nothing is wrong, you can leave. However, before that, you first call your family, ask them to come pick you up, and then pay your medical bills."

"oh."

Zhao Yuanjing touched his pocket. His phone was still there, but his bag was nowhere to be found.

There is nothing else in the bag except books, test papers and pens.

If it is lost, it is lost.

Half an hour later, the nurse came over with the report and said with a smile: "No problem, Zhao Xiaojing, right? You can go. Hey, your family hasn't come yet?"

"Oh, I can pay for it myself. Where can I pay?"

"Okay." The nurse saw that he was just a child, but his expression was very calm when he spoke, and it was not easy to inquire too much into other people's privacy. After telling him, he went to work.

Zhao Yuanjing took the receipt and went to the inpatient department charge office to pay the money. As he was about to leave, he saw a middle-aged woman leading a few people hurried over, stopped Zhao Yuanjing, and asked: "Zhao Xiaojing, right?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Ji Yuting, Ji Heng's daughter...oh, that's the injured old man!" The woman gasped, her face full of anxiety, "My father is undergoing surgery."

"Oh, I heard, I'm sorry." Zhao Yuanjing said.

"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with you. It's all the fault of the driver who caused the accident while driving tiredly." The woman waved her hands and looked at the gauze bandaged on his forehead. "Are you injured somewhere? Is it serious?"

"I only have a little skin injury, nothing serious."

"That's good, that's good." The woman hesitated, "My father is in urgent need of blood transfusion for surgery, but the hospital's blood bank does not have enough blood... It would be too late to transfer it from other places. I just learned from the nurse that you and My father’s blood type is the same, can you please donate some blood to my father?”