President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

In Gu Jiangfeng's eyes, hesitation and entanglement could be clearly seen.

"Don't tell me that you feel sorry for He Ran and want to save her life." Seeing this, Song Runian asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with you? If it was before, you would never have hesitated so much."

"Yes, if it was before, I would never have hesitated." Gu Jiangfeng nodded, "But it's different now, Nian Nian, I'm about to die, if Aran dies too, in the huge medical world, I will There will be a lot of sick people who won't be able to recover."

It was because of this!

Hearing this reason, Song Runian breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Gu Jiangfeng, he said, "Fortunately, you only feel sorry for those patients, not He Ran."

She guessed right!

Yes, He Ran's medical skills are excellent, if he can live well, he will surely save many patients.

But this must also be based on He Ran's willingness to save people.

But looking at He Ran's current appearance, will he really save people?

She is no longer the He Ran who studied medicine because she dreamed of saving lives and healing the wounded.

Besides, He Ran is so smart, how could he really die?

She will try her best to survive!

"Should we gamble?" Song Runian asked with raised eyebrows.

Gu Jiangfeng refused without even thinking about it.

"Every time I bet with you, I must be the one who loses the worst, so I don't gamble anymore, I trust your judgment!"

Song Runian nodded in satisfaction, and snapped her fingers, "Okay, since you believe me, I'll take you to see what He Ran is doing to survive now."

The two talked and set off to the hospital.

Through the thick one-way glass, He Ran was struggling in the operating room.

She was tied up on the operating table, unable to struggle at all, she could only watch the nurse tie the cuff on herself, wait for the vein to emerge, and the sharp needle was accurately inserted into her arm.

As the internal and external pressure increased, dark red blood flowed out along the transparent tube, gradually filling the blood bag.

The capacity of a blood bag is 400cc, and a woman will die of shock if the blood loss exceeds 1500cc.

In other words, if the four blood bags were not filled enough, He Ran would die.

What was even more frightening was that He Ranhui fell into a coma after losing more than [-] milliliters of blood, and even lost the chance to beg for mercy.

The time she could beg for was only two blood bags.

In the blink of an eye, the first blood bag was almost full.

The rapid blood loss made He Ran start to break out in a cold sweat, dizzy in front of his eyes, and the strength of his struggle was much less.

"No, no!" He Ran was still doing useless work.

The nurse looked at her coldly, and her tone was not gentle, "Miss He, is it too late for you to regret it now? When Mrs. Bo asked you to tell the truth, you had to be stubborn. You will only know that you are afraid now that you are about to die." ?”

"I can't die, I... I can save Mrs. Gu!" He Ran spoke forcefully.

The nurse sneered, "Don't be joking, Ms. He, it's an acute heart attack. How could it be cured by you? Anyway, Mrs. Bo said that if you are going to replace Mrs. Gu's heart, it's better to drain it. Your blood is more suitable. "

While talking, I was preparing to replace the blood bag, and started to pump the second 400cc.

"It's true!" He Ran said, trying to sit up, "I can really make her heal without changing her heart. If I can't do it, can you draw my blood again?!"